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Purchased by the Demon King, Victoria O'Hare is thrown into the world of the immortal. Brutal and ruled by instinct, the Demon King comes to her in the dark, filling her world with pleasure and fear. Cursed and broken, King Sebastian struggles to control his inner demon. He now owns a sweet little beauty. One who calls to him in the darkness. One he could kill in an instant. Victoria struggles to show Sebastian there is more to him than his brutal nature. Despite his curse, Sebastian is tempted to accept all Victoria has to offer. When a desperate werewolf and an evil army threaten war, King Sebastian must accept what he is and protect the woman he loves...if his inner demon doesn't kill her first.

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"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

Leof was gone. I wanted to scream again at the thought. My Leof was dead, laid out in the shrine where I'd left him just before dawn. It hadn't taken an army to kill him, all it had taken was one wolf, one man whom he'd shown mercy to. Fenrir had done his job just as predicted, and I'd lost the only thing that mattered to me, the only thing that had kept me sane after the truth of my past was revealed. Conn was my strength, my heart, the very best parts of me and I'd never see him again. Once his body was given to the sun and his echo vanished I'd never hear him say the three words that were my reason to exist. I love you. I love you. I love you... But I'm not ready to let be alone. I'm not ready for goodbye. Condemning my Leof to Valhalla is something I can't do, but what if there's no way to bring him back? Can I just fade away? Slip into the coma and forget everything? Would it be fair to when the cohort needs me to protect them from Osier, from the Bloodied Hand, and from our ever increasing number of enemies?

The Neon are genetically modified humanoids made to be faster, stronger, and much more colorful. Their creators, the Scientists, intended them for only one purpose - to annihilate the poor, the sick, and the weak. The Neon had the will, and they had the means, but there was one tiny problem... Cutthroat killers listen to no one. Deemed a failed experiment, they were exiled to the slums of Gehenna, to live alongside the very people they were meant to destroy. Apathetic in the extreme, they defend only themselves; shooting, knifing, and usually killing whatever gets in their way. Into this post-apocalyptic world, Lyric is born. And Lyric is different. Note: I'm absolutely sure that you will find at least one thing that's entertaining, and something sad, too. It's that kind of story. If you do read Rebel, please comment to let me know what I could improve. I want to make this story awesome!

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

A collection of paranormal, horror and fantasy short stories woven around old legends, odd characters, the occasional werewolf and the darkness within, some of which have been published or picked up the odd award. There are things you cannot see unless they want to be seen, and some legends linger on despite the modern world. A Gift in the Dark is a compilation of short works, many based around old myths and legends, and starts with a tale of a miner's descent into madness, history and legend, drifts through darkness, past a retelling of Red Riding Hood, up a crane, and along to the end of the world.

Lola isn't your typical girl.. She's opinionated, very straight forward and her best 'relationship' was a one night stand with her gay best friend. If that's not enough she's also kind of chubby and plain looking and she doesn't believe in romance or cliché love stories like the novels she buys and reads at night when she can't sleep (which is most nights). So what happens when she literally falls head first into the arms of Stag? A sexy road worker with tattoos and piercings. Could he be Mr Right or Mr all wrong? And what about the spunky doctor Joel Marcus, the proverbial Mr Nice Guy? Is he really as nice as he seems or all kinds of naughty?