"So its just us now..." Damian rested his head atop of her small knees and softly wheezed a small purr. Lia tried her best to keep the tears from her eyes as she traced the cracks on Damian's skull. Despite how turmoiled she was it was soothing to feel the bumpy texture against her fingers. The texture was rough and pricking her fingers gently. But it brought her comfort. It reminded her that Vex was not gone. But taken. With shaky hands she tried to stop the rush of tears. She could not calm herself or her shaky breaths as her heart pulse with fear at the realization. She would not just need the courage to go look for him. But the courage to face the one who has taken Vex. ................ I highly recommend you read the first book 'Her Wendigo'. :)

"Because I want you to be mine, atleast for a month or two, and because you are so weak that I want to break you even more. I have good taste for weak woman like you, one who needs ordering around, one who needs disciplining and some whipping" he said matter of factly, as he slowly remove his tie. _______________________________ A year ago Liana Fair fled from her hometown in search for a safe haven far away from their incest-filled place. She can not and would not let herself marry Harkins, her first cousin, no matter how much fortune he offers her and her family. But with too much pressure going around her, Liana finds herself running for the hills and finally settling to a city she calls her new home. The all high handsome bachelor and professor Euro Zalmacio, son of the Franzuish University's dean, was currently researching about the hellenistic philisophy "Stoicism" until one fateful night he finds Liana, his new student slash part-time unversity's janitress sleeping in the storage room, he started meddling with her life and finds the woman intriguing but above all she black mailed Liana to become the heart and body subject of his 'stoicism' research. Will Liana run for the hills again? knowing that her new safe haven wasn't safe anymore because of her heartless and tempting professor Euro, who badly wanted to use her body and yet numb her heart as a proof of stoic belief. Euro got Liana around his hands, now how manipulative can he be? how far will the research go and will the body succeed over mind and emotion or will it be the heart that will prevail? Read more of Euro's steamy experiment with Liana's body, mind and heart. In advance the author wanted to warn you about the hot stuff and 18+ scenes that will partake in the story line. Read your wild heart out and enjoy beloved readers. Copyright © Alena Nadrina 2018

Book Three in the "His Girl" series. It started out as a game, something Lana found amusement in. She would simply tease a man with her curves and mocha colored skin, batting her eyelashes and letting him get so close that he thought he had her. And then she would turn away and laugh. Lana isn't like all of your basic girls, raised in a difficult childhood she definitely learned how to become independent quickly. She didn't need a man, or so she thought. Spending most of her nights in the BDSM club closest to her house, she almost enviously watched the other males dominate their littles. When would she have that? Well, for starters she could stop teasing and playing games with the men who were interested in her. But she didn't want some man to would roll over when she told him to. She wanted a man who would growl and grab her neck and ask her exactly who she was talking to. Be careful what you wish for. . . . His finger curls, his silent demand for me to come closer. My legs move and obey quickly, instantaneously following his commands like I'm some sort of dog. Fucking traitorous legs. He smirks slightly, opening his legs in that hot, laid back type way. Oh god my ovaries might burst if he gets any sexier. I stop when I'm in between his legs, my ears straining to hear his deep and husky voice over the loud music from outside the private room. "What's a kitten like you rubbing along other mens' legs?" My face turns red. Well, as red as it can get when I'm fucking black. I cross my arms over my chest sassily. "Oh yeah? And what are you? My dad? I'm a grown ass woman, I can be with whoever I want." He chuckles, leaning forward. He stands from his seat, towering over me a good foot or so. God damnit, I'm supposed to be tall and curvy. At least I got the curvy part down. Now I just need to grow taller than a fucking infant. "Oh, kitten, I might not be your dad, but you'll definitely be calling me Daddy."