Alpha Darren Hale of Moonstone Pack has been searching for his mate for four years, he's beginning to lose hope. Little does he know, he'll soon find his mate, tiny brunette Blaire. But she turns out to be hard to handle for her tiny size. Highest Ranking: #7 in Werewolf

Book 4 of the Cross-Shifter Series. Can be read as a stand-alone but might be confusing at the beginning for a bit.) Being captive for years has soured Palace's outlook on just about everything. He sat in a rusty hauling container for weeks at a time, missing his big brother terribly, the only person he'd ever had in the world for so long, only to be sold to disgusting people who wanted him for illogical reasons. Over that time, he became a killer. He didn't like it at first, but soon it became second nature. Besides, in his new world, where his original master only viewed him as another giant check, and those he sold him to saw him as their next horrible fetish until he ripped their throats out, he found little reason to behave favorably. So, when a lion shifter crosses his path right before he is likely to be sold again, and actually treats him like he wasn't just a piece of meat to try and use, Palace isn't quite sure how to handle him.

The man looked me up and down, his red eyes staring through me."You... Are a werewolf." "So I've noticed" The man scowled, his lips pulling back revealing the sharp fangs nestled between his teeth. I stepped back, startled by the sudden conclusion that formed in my head. Vampire. "Thank you for the clarification, wolf. But I don't need a 'mate.' Especially not a werewolf one." My fear disappeared, and I frowned, anger filling my mind. "What's wrong with being a werewolf, Dracula?" The man turned, marching towards me until we were face to face. My heart skipped a beat as he glared at me, both fear and lust being the cause. "Let me make one thing clear. We are not mates, and never will be. Vampires are a highly respected society, and a proud people. I will not stoop so low as to 'mate' with a stupid wolf, just because he says we're 'destined to.' Let alone a male wolf." With that, he disappeared into the woods, leaving me alone.

The Alpha of the pack is the leader. He is the main one in control and sets the laws of his pack. The Omegas are the lowest of low in the pack, lower than the subordinates. I never asked to be the Omega, that's just how it is. Born to be hated by society for doing nothing. Born to be a slave to my foster family after my parents died. Born to be locked away, because I'm an embarassment to the household. But, I was also born to be the Luna. Born to find a mate and start a family. Born to stand against the society that scorned me. Because I am the Wolf of Cinders, the lowly Omega born to be the Alpha's mate.

The world is ending. Millions being killed off and millions being captured. But by what? Monsters roam the planet now, but one race overthrows them all. This race are born savages, created to feast on another. Relying on the human race for stability, survival, and well, food. Sketch and his brother Sam have finally found their safe haven, and have lived inside the clearing for four years now. Sketch is the cutest boy you'll ever meet, but has the strictest older brother. Sketch just wants to help out and grow up. But what would happen if someone or something disturbed that peace. That someone wanted Sketch for his own, with a few complications on the way. Orion is an Ancient Vampire. The eldest and most powerful of his kind. He is only trying to rule his reign as peacefully as possible, taking hunting trips and doing other Vampire business. But one day he lays his eyes on the most beautiful human he has ever seen. He knows right away that he wants this human, to be his beloved. And no one will stand in his way. Cause after all he is the most powerful creature on the earth. [NONE AND I MEAN NONE OF THESE PHOTOS ARE MINE. I EITHER FOUND THEM ON THE INTERNET OR ON DEVIANT ART. I TAKE NO CREDIT IN ANY PRODUCTION, DESIGN, OR PROSPECT OF THE DRAWINGS.] Note: please forgive me, I wrote this when I was thirteen. (COMPLETED)

Book 3 of Beneath the Waves Being left alone for days on end was never something Fri looked forward to. After having just gotten back his one true friend in the world, he thought things might begin to look up. True, he was no longer a captive of sadistic humans and he didn't feel nearly as sick as he had, yet, for some reason, he still couldn't move or swim well. The medicine the human doctor had given him had helped for a short time, but now Fri was stuck on an island, completely dependent on Hice to bring him food, though the mer never stayed after delivering his catch. Determined to find his own remedy, and also the doctor who had helped him in the beginning, Fri decides to try and find him again. He knew that Hice wouldn't like him disappearing, and he might not even make it very far before his body gave out, but he was determined to put his worries behind him and push forward to try and help himself. Being a mer living among humans was something Callem and his brother were finally beginning to get used to. They dressed in clothing, most of the time. They ate without making a mess, sometimes. And they loved their humans, or in Mellac's case, their human's bodies. But when Fri turns up out of the blue, and new, mysterious hunters appear close behind, things begin to spiral out of control, fast.

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

Book Two of Beneath The Waves. Oliver had been a marine researcher for several years before going back through school to add aquatic doctor to his resume. He had a short fuse when it came to his temper but he was always loyal to Parker and Jayson, his two best friends, and took his job very seriously. His life happily revolved around the ocean and the amazing creatures that swam beneath its waves until an unfortunate accident leaves him questioning his ability to ever return to the thing he had once loved with all his heart.

Available on Amazon for a limited time! A sample is here. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O2HYW42 Book 1 After being a researcher for over six years, Parker finds himself in a very awkward situation. It had nothing to do with his income, friends, or family...but it did have something to do with his job. At the end of a long day of work he decided to come by the docks and say hello to a good fisherman friend, Kenton. It was meant to just be a quick visit, then back home to start dinner. But nope, he stayed just one minute too long after his friend had left, did the one thing he swore he'd never do, and now he was heading home...with a darn merman!

^Completed with minor editing^ When Soralyn Walker moves to a new home to escape a stalker that knows just a little bit too much about her life, she never expects to find others with her strange ability to morph into another creature. And the young adult would never expect to find a lion alpha that had the ability to irk her and make her stomach fill with butterflies at the same time. Read along and find out the obstacles Soralyn and her mate have to overcome to find happiness, even if that means enduring a few scars in the end. *I'm really sucky at writing descriptions; sorry. This isn't a story where some shifter meets the alpha and falls madly in love but is just as quick to suspect him of cheating because of some harlot in red whispering in her ear. There's nothing wrong with that sort of story, but I wanted something new. Please take a peek if you think this is something you might enjoy, just to spice it up a notch! Thank you!*