When the cloak came off, the nakedness beneath it was colored a warm, dark umber color. Something he had never seen before. The shade was one of a kind, like the sun had made love with the melanin that filled her skin like it was her first love. The runes that covered her were light, like they had been etched into her skin by the moon's very own hand. This woman... this creature, she was covered in the symbols they were all taught as children, but a few stood out to Orion the most. Death. Consequence. Chaos. Liar. Feral. What was she? Orion didn't know, but he knew that he had been shown this dream for a reason: as instruction. You weren't just given dreams like that to log into a journal and then forget about. This was a divine entity calling to a subject they deemed fit to do the chore. But Orion didn't even really believe in that entity. It seemed he'd been given an be objective: Kill her. Stop her from getting to him, and make her suffer for even planning to in the first place- especially after all that the young aloha did to save his pack. She was beautiful. She was terrifying. She was dangerous. ... but Orion was about to learn that this objective was going to be incredibly difficult to execute. Because she was all of those things. But she was also his mate. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

Spin off of- Body Language *SAMPLE* Doctor Amanda Lacey has spent most of her life being the perfect daughter because of an unshakable need to prove her parents made the right choice by adopting her. Amanda hasn't always lived the life she lives now, there was a time she went hungry for days and was afraid to close her eyes. But that was years ago and now she's the daughter of a Judge and Yale Professor and a talented doctor in her own right. She has no room in her life for anyone or anything that her parents will disapprove of. Nikolai Prakenski lives life fast and loose. He enjoys running his strip club and entertaining ladies. His ready smile and model good looks hide his dangerous side. What most don't know is he is the underboss, the second in command of the Russian mob. Nikolai knows that Amanda is out of his league especially by the looks of disdain she shoots him. But when her and a group of colleagues come into his club one night all bets are off.

"Her dark complexion almost blended into the tranquil background and her quiet breaths broke the frigid silence of the suite. Italian-made clothing. Beautiful pearls adorning her ears. The seemingly younger woman oozed elegance and class. Her fitted pencil skirt and blazer asserted her authority without words, while her taunt chignon kept her black relaxed hair out of her face. " ~ Arella Falcon had come to terms with the fact that she would never find her mate. Because of her past, she knew her future would be filled with lovelessness. Thus, she turned into a woman intent on furthering her late father's legacy, shutting down the emotional side of herself that wanted romantic relationships. As Arella investigates a wolf auction, she soon finds herself submerged in a sea of mate troubles, Alpha obligations, and grief over the disappearance of her first love. Mischa was an Omega wolf who was sold to the powerful Alpha wolf. He has spent most of his life running from the law, and ultimately sold himself in order to resolve his crimes. As a result of his mate, he is thrust into the spotlight of socialites and formality and has to adjust to his newfound wealth and independence. His only concern is his mate's apparent disdain for his Omega status. Their wedding rituals are underway, as they strive to portray an ideal relationship to the public. However, even the Alpha is finding it increasingly difficult to maintain the steely façade she has so diligently developed. And when old traumas resurface and turmoil spreads throughout the city, Arella realizes she needs her mate's emotional support more than ever. She wonders if perhaps the fates have given her something she wasn't expecting in the Omega wolf. True love. - This is a romantic book set in a bustling metropolis full of wolves. Please be advised that this book includes explicit content at times. Thanks for reading!

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The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE