Book 1 of the Hellhounds MC Series Camilla Aguado would never tell you she had an easy life. Her mother never wanted her, her father was an alcoholic who owned a bar... the irony was not lost on her. She really only had one family, The Hellhounds MC. The only cliche about her life was that she was in love with her best friend's brother, Roman. He was her protector, the one who helped her when she had no where else to go. Of course, he never knew she loved him. Once she had the chance she left Desert Creek, Nevada, hoping to never come back. Roman Santiago never thought much of little Camilla. With her being a year younger than him, and his sister's best friend, he never saw her as anything more than someone who needed protecting. Once she left, he moved on to other opportunities. Now, almost a decade later, he runs The Hellhounds MC. He never thought he'd see Camilla again, that is until a weird twist of fate pulls her right back into his orbit. WARNING: Mature Content

First in a seven part series. Jake is a 257 year old werewolf. He's a rogue hunter. A loner. Until he meets Angela. A mortal and his mate! Their love is instant and intense but will they live long enough to enjoy it?

Lacey has reached the age to meet her mate and she's nervous about it because she's blind. What will her mate think of her? Will he accept her despite her blindness? Lacey doesn't know and desperately needs a bit of reassurance as she starts a new part of her life as a wolf shifter. When she and her mate finally meet he isn't what she expects, yet she and the wolf inside are more than happy with their fate.

Jenna is living her best life, or so she thought. Until tragedy strikes. Working as an assistant trainer for a sports entertainment promotion, she is happy with her life. Until, one night a deranged fan got back stage and she was attacked and just barely escaped sexual assault. Wanting to get away from all of the well-meaning wrestlers, trainers, and all of her friends, and hide from the guy who attacked her,she takes the offer of a beach house of one of the wrestlers. Here she meets her future. A future that had been right in front of her entire life.

She never knew that his world existed. The supernatural was not something she was enamoured with, unlike most young women her age. In the days of Twilight, Supernaturals, The Originals and Bitten, vampires, witches, werewolves and other supernatural creatures, she just wasn't interested. She just wanted to make it through university, graduate and have a career. If she meets a guy, fine. If not, fine. She wasn't concerned. No one had every made her feel interested. He watched her. From a distance. It was forbidden to reveal himself to her. Humans didn't do well when they learned that they were not the only species out there. She was unspoiled by the world around her. Unbelievably so. Innocent in a way that he had not seen in centuries. She was pure and light. To have her as his was his one desire. Yet, they were worlds apart. Then, she was attacked, and that very innocence stolen. With his rage brewing stronger and stronger, he broke the rules and came to her. Saving her at the last minute.

Why were all the so-called normal guys, a**holes? Why couldn't she find a decent guy. Was something wrong with her? She knew her days of youthfulness were gone. She didn't ask for heads to turn when she entered the room and woman to be envious of her. She just wanted someone who would see her heart and cherish it. She was tired of being alone and had just decided to give up. After all, the guys she kept going out with were either conceited, unfaithful, narcissistic, cruel or just a downright terrible person. He was sick of the girls that wanted to be his "old lady." They just wanted the prestige and power that they thought came with being the Prez's girl. He was sick and tired of the women who would perform any sexual act, so long as it got them what they wanted. Maybe, just maybe, he needed a "normal" woman. He never wanted a trophy, he had those. He didn't want enhanced bodies. He wanted real. He wanted the house, the dog, the home-cooked meal when he came home. Shit, he wanted a Disney movie or some other kind of fantasy. What happens when a "gentleman" stands up for her, and a "lady" lets him.

Someone walks into the room but I cannot see its face. It looks like a man and by the look of his posture, he seems very important. "Why were you in my territory?" His voice is strangely calm however I think its the calm before the storm. "I didn't know it was your territory! For gods sake how many times do I have to tell you people? Just let me go and I promise I won't say anything to anyone. Not like I have anyone to tell." The last part I said in a whisper. He didn't need to know the situation I was in. I hear the cock of a gun making me raise my head. The all too familiar sound ringing in my ears. "I don't believe you bitch, so you better tell me the truth or your brains are gonna end up on the wall." Ah there's the storm. "A gun doesn't scare me arsehole, I've had way worse things than that!" He steps forward into the light so I can see his features. He is extremely good looking but right now is not the right time to admire his beauty. I stare straight into his pitch black eyes, daring him to try harder than this. He smirks and leans forward searching my eyes. Before I can even register what's happening, he punches me in the face. *** Mature Content

Cora Westfield is pretty happy being single. As a chief design editor at Garth Publishing, she doesn't have much interest in dating again, but when she reluctantly agrees to go on a date set up by her friend and meets Seth Gregory, she wonders if she's had it wrong this whole time. Seth Gregory fled to New York after disaster struck years ago and has been there ever since. His focus is solely on his hockey career with the New York Stallions, but when he meets Cora, she blows him away. A relationship in the spotlight can be difficult. Throw in Cora's family problems and Seth's baggage, it makes for a complicated mess. Will the two of them learn to hold on to each other, or will they crumble when the pressure's on?

He loosens his grip from my waist and I begin to slip under. My faces scrunches up in discomfort, and he grabs a hold of me. He pulls me closer to him, our faces inches apart. "So you can't swim." He says, grinning. "No. I can't." I say. My eyes wander down towards his chest. I just now notice that he isn't wearing a shirt. I refocus my eyes back to his face, my cheeks getting hot. "We live in California. How do you not know how to swim? There are beaches everywhere." ___________________________________________ It was the last summer before college. For Rae, this meant making memories with her best friends and vacationing till she forgot the last four miserable years of high school. After taking school too seriously and planning all the right steps for college, Rae takes advantage of the time off. For Grayson, this last summer meant deciding if he really wants to spend the next four years being a star-athlete swimmer in college to please his overbearing father, or pursue his true passion of wildlife and spend the next year traveling the world. He takes a vacation with his friends to get away from it all, hoping he will get lay back and relax. When a boat ride and a crazy storm leave the two stranded on a deserted island, everything takes a turn for the worst. Rae and Grayson must adapt to the island around them and depend on each other for survival. Rae and Grayson always knew of each other, being friends of each other's friends, but never about each other. With Rae's panic and paranoia and Grayson's laid back outlook they might seem like an unlikely pairing, but the blazing sun and time away from the outside world just may bring them closer together. Started: May 30th, 2019 Completed: June 18th, 2020

Before I know it Colin has me over his shoulder. I fight as much as I can, banging my fist against his back. "What the hell, what the---put me down!" I demand, trying my best to sound stern. Colin's steps are quick and steady. "I'm too heavy for you to carry me like this! I hope you know that!" Did I say that out loud? Yup, the alcohol is giving a voice to my every thought. I go limp in defeat, my nose rubbing against the back of his suit jacket. "Why would you do this? I thought you said you don't drink!" Colin yells over the music, sounding completely frustrated. Is that a hint of anger in his voice? COPYRIGHTED 2014 DO NOT REPOST