Despite living thirty miles from London, Anabelle Latimer knows her chances of finding a husband in their sleepy village are as thin as cook's white soup. Then she discovers a kindred spirit in Mr. Fielding, the intelligent and handsome new steward from Blackwood Hall. It was a great shame that his position in life was so below her own, for he was exactly the sort of man she would have wished to marry. Anthony Fielding, tired of being the target of the ton's marriage-minded mothers, hopes to spend a relaxing week shooting and fishing in the country. Yet upon his arrival at Blackwood Hall he discovers an estate in chaos, and a friend in desperate need of help. He is quick to offer his knowledge and expertise, unaware that his generosity will have unexpected repercussions. The Steward of Blackwell Hall is a traditional Regency romance of approximately 66,000 words.

Lines blur as loyalty clashes with desire when young soldier Reia is forced into captivity by her nemesis, a warg alpha. *** There's nothing military prefect Reia Rathbone hates more than wargs. The only good warg is the one bleeding at the end of her sword. Warg leader Bayne Longtooth has a thirst for revenge on the humans infringing on his mountain, and he'll stop at nothing to see they're destroyed. When a turn of events puts Reia in Bayne's captivity as the winter darkness descends, their worlds clash. As sworn enemies taught to hate each other, they shouldn't feel the inexplicable temptation pulling them closer. But could the love of a human finally thaw the heart of a warg with nothing left to lose? Or will they end up killing each other before they can find common ground? WARNING: This story contains depictions of violence, sex, and strong language that may be upsetting to some readers. Cover designed by Louise de Ramos.

This is Book One in "The Wars of Ivory White" series and it is COMPLETE!!! Thrust into an unknown world that had only lived in myth, Tracy Evans finds herself mated to a werewolf, Protector of innocents, and on the hit list of an ancient witch. Excerpt: "I am not property." Tracy said calmly hiding the break in her heart and the pain in her chest, "I refused to be used." Jonathan put one hand against a bookcase and placed another behind her. Crowding Tracy against the shelves he growled, "I own you." "Really? I don't see 'Property of Douche Bag' written anywhere." Tracy said with heavy sarcasm. His delicious scent tickled her nose and his heat drew her body but she held firm refusing to melt into him. Jonathan dropped his heavy gaze to the rapid pulse beating visible on her neck. He traced a large finger over the spot where a mate's mark would be placed causing her to shiver. "That can be rectified." he said seductively. "Try it and I'll muzzle you." Tracy snapped. Jonathan's green eyes darkened to almost black at her denial. He grabbed her by her throat, elongating his teeth. Tracy chuckled causing his eyes to snap to hers. "You shouldn't have done that." she said as her clear grey eyes turned to burning silver, "You really shouldn't have."

TO LISTEN TO THE AUDIOBOOK OF THE LAST NECROMANCER FOR FREE check out my YouTube channel: https://www.youtube.com/@cjarcherauthor For five years, Charlotte (Charlie) Holloway has lived as a boy in the slums. But when one theft too many gets her arrested, her only means of escape lies with a dead man. Charlie hasn't raised a spirit since she first discovered she could do so five years ago. That time, her father banished her. This time, she brings even more trouble upon herself. People are now hunting Charlie all over London, but only one man succeeds in capturing her. Lincoln Fitzroy is the mysterious head of a secret organization on the trail of a madman who needs a necromancer to control his newly "made" creatures. There was only one known necromancer in the world - Charlotte - but now there appears to be two. Lincoln captures the willful Charlie in the hopes the boy will lead him to Charlotte. But what happens when he discovers the boy is in fact the young woman he's been searching for all along? And will she agree to work for the man who held her against her will, and for an organization she doesn't trust? Because Lincoln and his ministry might be just as dangerous as the madman they're hunting.

"Little Star," the king said, his red eyes shining down as he greedily took in my whole body and the repressors upon it, "it will be my pleasure to corrupt your soul." ▫▫▫ Darkness laid the Kingdom to waste since the rulers of the land long ago fell into its temptation. The red eyes shine out into the night. But among the darkness, light still can be seen- and those who follow it. These followers of the light, have a religion of their own. A religion to prevail against the darkness. And the highest of their leaders is Arishia. One who has been bathed and blessed within the Moon's light. But even the darkness reaches out to touch the followers of light. And Arishia has a purpose she must fill. A purpose given to her by the Moon. Taken from the safety of her Temple, Arishia is pushed into the King's Reaping. A tradition long ago set- where 20 maidens are selected and sent to the King's Palace of nightmares. Their goal? Survive the next 5 years, from the monster who thirsts for their blood. The winner of the reaping not only survives- she becomes the Queen of darkness- set to rule next to the King in his reign of shadows. And Arishia will try everything in her power, to keep her soul. Thank you for reading Highest rank #3 in Vampire Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission

Important Note: This story is no long available on Wattpad. The new version of this story is titled "Extra Credit" and can be found over on my profile. Thanks for reading! * * * * * Final exams are only months away when Calista Hale is told news that no senior in high school wants to hear; she's being held back from graduating. The only way for her to receive that rolled up piece of parchment at the end of July lies in Lincoln Pierce. A master of deceit and skipping class, Lincoln is sure to give Cali a run for her diploma. But as it turns out, she may be his last hope. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Copyright of Luisa Dituri © All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. ONLY AVAILABLE REAM!

"It's so simple," I say. "All we have to do is pretend we're in love with each other. You know, hold hands, share Eskimo kisses and all that crap. And at the same time, we'll destroy Jackson and Kristina's relationship. Make them think that their not right for each other. And next thing you know, you'll have Kristina, and I'll have Jackson, and everything will be how its supposed to be. Are you with me?" "Fine, I'll do it." He leans in close to my ear. "But don't get too attached. Remember this relationship is strictly business."

Boring. That is one word to describe Sadie Jefferson's life. She goes to school, is on the honor roll, has two best friends, comes from a wealthy family, and is secretly in love with Lucas Favero, who doesn't know she even exists. It's the beginning of every romance novel she has ever read but when she meets an angry and tattooed older boy named Bash, her story begins to take a turn for the worse. As much as she wants to never see the boy who almost took her virginity and then threw it back at her face again, she realizes that fate will not let them be apart. Besides, Bash doesn't want to run away from the only person who has ever cared for him, even if it was for just a couple minutes.

Café Rouge is the small french cafe that Lola's father has poured his heart and soul into. She'd never thought, he'd acquired it through...darker means. The Italian mob to be more precise. Now it's collection time and Lola's paying the price. Trading herself for her father's life-Lola finds herself in the hands of the incredibly frustrating, confusing and very good looking mob son's boss-Carlos. She's convinced that with Carlos there's nothing more than what meets the eye; a cold-hearted, killer but could she be wrong? Warning: First chapter goes fast since it was taken from a One-Shot. I will be editing this along with the rest of the book much later so bear in mind the story does get better :)

"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.