Werecats, unknown in the mortal world. And in the mythical world are met with laughs and questions about werewolves when mentioned. Truthfully they are an ancient power, an unknown myth more than twice the power than anyone who laughs at their name. To prove themselves as mythical creatures the werecats must make a name for themselves in the mythical world but that means they must discover what being a werecat actually means. Welcome to the Noir Pride 1 in #cheetah

READ NO ORDINARY ROMANCE IF YOU HAVE NOT! THIS STORY WILL MAKE NO SENSE OTHERWISE! 'They were two sides of the same coin, like day and night, and other such clichés Emilia despised. She loved them both, she had come to discover, and the only problem was whether or not either of them loved her.' Emilia is unmarried and with child. She is cast out of England by her father and sent away to start a new life in America. There she meets the sons of her new employer. Both are handsome and both have taken a piece of Emilia's heart. Fredrick is charming and clever, seeming like the perfect husband. However he holds a secret that could cost him everything. Max, an aspiring playwright is the more studious of the two, but also another puzzle Emilia can't work out. In a confusing whirlwind of emotions Emilia flees, determined not to have her heartbroken. Only one man pursues her but matters of the heart are never simple as she soon comes to find, and some sacrifices she is unwilling to make. No Ordinary Romance (Samuel)-Complete An American Promise (Emilia)-Complete Saving June (June)-Complete Rushbrooke End (Lilly)-Complete An Acceptable Marriage (Arabella) - Ongoing When the Curtain Falls - (Frances) Nothing But the Best

A few knocks came upon Rosies door and the most melodic of voices followed. "Ti's most rude of ye' no tae open the door fer a wounded man lass" The man had seen her and had the audacity to tease her about her manners after coming upon her land unannounced but more importantly he seemed to know she was alone in the cottage. Rosie was furious, how dare he correct her in her manners. " Aye, unfortunately for you we lowlanders don't make it a habit to open the doors for strangers that look like they can crush your skull between their hands" The strangers booming laughter could be heard miles away she was sure of it and it only furthered her anger that he made it quite clear he was enjoying himself in what she considered to be a serious and dangerous situation. "Come lass open the door I give ye mee word I won't lay a hand on ye" he said amusement clear in his voice and then he added " unless ye want me tae lassie, do ye want me tae?". " It would be a cold day in hell when I let your hands come anywhere near me highlander, now go away!" " However much this conversation has delighted mee bonny lass, mee wounds are gettin worse and if ye donna open this door yer going tae have tae stand aside cos I'm going to break it down" What Rosie doesn't seem to know however is that the door isn't the only thing coming crashing into her life.

(Mature Content) Sinfully gentle and innocent, Gillian McCarthy, was tired of her father’s ultimatum to marry, the ruthless English baron Robert Sutton. Before the betrothal could be finalized she did the only thing, she thought logical, ran towards freedom, the borders, only to be escorted by willful infidels. Enter Iain McGregor, the ferocious, legendary Highlander of Normany, with his wild, handsome looks and devilish smile. No woman can refuse his touch, but no woman has till now claimed even a portion of his heart. Gillian’s worst fears come true when she is rescued from peril only to be delightfully coerced into marriage by her commanding savior, Iain McGregor. Ruthless passion unfolds its powerful magic in their lustful embrace; the heat of his touch melts her already rapidly crumbling defenses. He’ll protect her with his every breath but will he trust her enough to give her his well-guarded heart? As desires grow, will they risk it all…surrender to the deepest emotion of…love? Join them in their wickedly sensuous journey filled with lust, craving, want …..and above all…an union that will transcend all boundaries to unite their very souls.

Tackling her had been a mistake. The feel of the soft curves pushed up against him was overwhelmingly sensual and he'd been too damn long without a woman. Jesus the lass was as soft as a kitten. Mumbling a curse; he held her down and warned, "Don't move lass, I won't hurt you" There was something dark and promising in his voice that sent a shiver down her spine. He felt oddly familiar and some of her tension eased. "Who are you? What do you want?" she asked breathlessly, trying to force air back into her lungs.....