/ complete / Life hasn't always been kind to East Winters, but for the most part, she's finally made peace with the incident three years ago that tore her family apart. The same can't be said for Edgecliff; half the town still won't look East in the eye, and the latest wave of petty crimes isn't helping. Two fires and a dead mom hardly prove her innocence. Even worse, Asher is back in town-but no matter how close they used to be, East can't forget what he did on that fateful night... As small incidents snowball into startling revelations, East begins to realize that there might be more to her family, more to her sleepy little town, more to even herself than she could've ever imagined. / best ranking: #25 in Paranormal / featured story in 2016, 2018 / Wattys 2018 longlist

[FINISHED]She was born in a tribe of fierce female warriors. Swords and spears have been her toys from the cradle. She has the only path before her, to become the tribe chief after her mother. Yet Ashurran dreams of strange lands, of bigger battles, of greater fame. She will take the magical Gates to Glory, travel to another world and win renown, riches, rank of a general and a husband (beside many lovers of both sexes). She will meet sorcerers and kings, elves and savages, dragons and demons. She will become a goddess. Warning: major characters' deaths (yeah, plural, rules of any epic), non-graphic cruelty, violence, nonconsensual sex and other fun activities of epic heroes. The same world as in Ekleipsis, but not the same timeline and characters. Available as an Ebook on Smashwords.com. First appeared in English on Wattpad. Anyone who claims this book is not my own and violates Wattpad rules on copyright, is either lying or mistaken. If you have doubts as to the authorship of this book, contact Russian Ambassadors @dianatula or @Brodsoule.

Ice flooded my veins as the realization of who he was hit me. It must have been evident on my face because the man in front of me let out a dark laugh. "Oh dear, you didn't realize you were talking to a royal, did you darling?" he crooned. Not just any royal. Kesserian Cinis. The recently coronated king and ruler over the Ember Court. I forgot how to breathe, my mind whirring as it tried to figure out how I could have been so stupid as to let this happen. *************************************************** Wren Heatherfield is on the run. Having turned 18, she is now in danger of becoming selected for the Garner, a deadly game in which the six kings who rule over her continent take eighteen non-magical girls and make them fight for their lives. But as she tries to avoid the game by running away with her best friend and her sister, she consequently finds herself doomed to be a competitor in the 246th Garner. But the Garner isn't the only thing capable of killing her. In a castle surrounded by kings with dark powers and girls fighting for their lives, she may find that the politics of royalty can be just as deadly as their games. No one can be trusted in a palace full of monsters and, if Wren has any hopes of survival, she may have to become one herself.

Perks of being normal - the dead leave you alone. Unfortunately, Laurel can't catch a break. Being haunted by her dead mom is one thing, but now there's a hot elf appearing in her bedroom offering her a job in the Otherworld. Raise the dead king and make him choose an heir. But when a cloaked figure tells her that the king was murdered, who can you trust?

"No." I stated. "They don't exist." His emerald eyes pierced into my soul, they seemed to be dissecting me. He had his arms wrapped around my waist, each passing second his grip was getting tighter and tighter. He started to lean in, closing the gap between us. His eyes never hesitating from my lips. He inched closer and closer until I could feel his minty breath now fanning out on my face. He licked his lips before looking into my own eyes again, and with a smirk he swooped his head down. I prepared for the kiss but it never came, he came in and swiped his head to the side. Rubbing his cheek with my own, the soft stubble scratching my skin and sending shockwaves down my spine as he moved to my ear. "You claim you don't believe in soulmates but, you so clearly feel the pull." #1 in love 12/5/2018 #1 in human 12/28/2018 #1 in comedy 1/17/2019 #1 in young adult 4/8/2019 #1 in cold 4/16/2019

"I don't want you to mark me" I said quickly. "Why?" he asked me, his tone seemed calm but i knew he was far from it. "I have a commitment towards my pack" I told him, hoping he'll understand but to my astonishment his eyes were dark now and he held his palms in a tight fist. "You are my mate Templar, you belong to my pack" he said in a condescending tone. My blood boiled at the tone he was using with me. Nobody talks to me like that. Nobody. "Do not use that tone with me, Everett. You are not my Alpha, I respond to-" none, i was about to say, but had to bite my tongue to change that. I was not ready to tell him that I'm the sole White Shifter, not ready to tell him I'm The Alpha of my pack. So i lied, again.

Sherwood Institute for the Magically Afflicted. A refuge for those seeking remedy from curses, hexes and other fantastical ailments. In one night, Ariel Winters went from socialite wannabe to cursed freak. Her heart is turned to glass by a vengeful witch and she is shipped off to Sherwood Institute to find a cure. While receiving treatment, she meets a demonic mobster with anger issues, a timid girl who grows a fish tail when water touches her skin, a beast boy who is kinder than his brutish appearance... As time passes, these damaged people slowly wind their way around her fragile heart. Can Ariel learn to trust them enough to let them into her heart? Or will her new found friendships shatter it before a cure can be found? This will be book 1 in what is tentatively titled The Sherwood Chronicles. Copyright © Melissa Lucas 2013 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author. The images in the cover do not belong to me and all rights go to their respective owners.

When Anna May is kidnapped by a handsome, shapeshifting Dragon Prince, she'll have to decide if accepting him as her mate is worth never seeing her family again. ***** After returning home from studying abroad, twenty-five-year-old Anna May is kidnapped from her South Asian village by Prince Raiden, a gorgeous shapeshifting Dragon Prince that's been appearing in her dreams. Trapped in his underwater kingdom, Raiden claims she's his mate, but Anna wants nothing to do with him -- especially since becoming his Queen means never returning home. But can she deny the way he makes her feel when he holds her against his body, or leans in to cup her cheeks, kissing her everywhere but her lips? And are those feelings worth her family, her reputation, and the risk of starting a war? [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]]

Being Half-Fae Laila, has always avoided the fae like the plague, hating them for taking her father from her. Now a chance has come to get him back. The deal? Pretend to be engaged to the High Prince of the Seelie court. To complicate matters further, Laila must endure the Seelie Queen's never ending wrath, the hate of an entire court and try not to fall for a certain Captain who is slowly stealing her heart. Faerie vows were a damn pain in the ass.

*COMPLETED* YOUTUBE TRAILER: https://youtu.be/N7Fl0a2QAYA When her first kiss turns into ice-cold murder, seventeen year old Eerika Arnesen's life is turned completely upside down. Her parents aren't her parents, this world isn't her world, and the only thing somewhat clear is that someone really wants her dead. After a failed attempt on her life, Eerika is rescued by a hard-hearted man named Calder, and is brought to the Vinter realm and to the Clan of the Rim. There, she discovers her royal heritage and learns of the evil that has been plaguing the land for decades. With her powers growing stronger and the threat of the realm at large, Eerika must accept the crown and take hold of her destiny, if only to save the Vinter realm and the ones she loves most. ⓒcopyright 2017 KN_Campbell (Katelyn Noel Campbell) All Rights Reserved. (cover by solidarity_)