Berkley Roberts is a college student in an abusive relationship until one day BJ pushes her too far. Betrayed by Laura, Dane Knight is a single father, struggling to balance work, women and his troubled son. He desperately needs a full time Nanny on site 24/7 to help him with his troubled 3 year old Ethan. Seeing Ethan struggling and falling behind, Danes mother takes matters into her own hands and hires Berkley to care for her grandson. Considering she is a beautiful brunette with stunning jade eyes instead of the middle aged prude of choice, Cybil hires her under the condition that she not fall prey to Dane and his charms. Soon Berkley finds her heart wrapped around the little finger of a small boy who clings to her to fill the void left by his mother. Dane wants nothing more than for his son to have a mother, someday, but his work is challenging him more and the last thing he has time for is a relationship. Berkley is emotionally scarred and hiding from her past, accepts Danes generosity taking refuge in his home. Battered and broken, can Berkley let her guard down and leave her heart defenseless? Can Dane learn to trust again? Will their 'Love of Ethan' pull them together or are they both too damaged?

Pretty outfits and looks can't hide someone's loops. This is a quote Elizabeth Mason is very much familiar with. Liza wanted nothing more but to live her life normally, well as normal as it can get for a Maestran kid anyway, aka "School for the Troublemakers". But one single dare will change her life forever when Jake Stoll, one of her best friends dares her to go to Charmond's Academy aka "The School for the Ugly Prince and Princesses." She will learn how to walk, talk and act like a princess in order to survive this dare. But as she goes further in further into this dare the more she realizes that this is way more complicated as she thought it was. Will she accomplish her dare? What if what she finds out isn't exactly what she's looking for? Experience the excitement and fun as Liza uncover the secrets, lies and adventures ahead of her and her gang. Because this is not your regular dare game. And who knows? She might even find Prince Charming in all this mess.

[2013 Watty Finalist] Thea Gibson lives a normal life. She waitresses at her local bar, pays her bills on time, has a secret crush on Detective Josh Cooper and let's her friend Shae drag her to parties when she'd rather be curled up at home buried in the latest paranormal fantasy. In one night though, her life becomes a paranormal fantasy when she is attacked by Titans and saved by a man claiming to be Hermes, Messenger of the Gods. Hermes tells her she is a reincarnated deity, with latent powers she must remember so she can return the recently escaped Cronos back to Tartarus. Thea refuses to believe such nonsense but with the strange things happening around her, Thea begins to discover that fantasy is more closer to reality than she once thought... Note: Some myths have been altered for this story. Please do not presume to correct them as they are altered for the purposes of my story. Forsaken Deity Copyright © Melissa Lucas 2013 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author.

Lux loved her new life with her pack, the pack she'd joined two years ago after meeting her pen pal --the alpha--who was always the person to treat her best. So imagine her surprise when she has to go back with her pack to the place she ran from, the people she ran from. Her old pack...The pack that hated her and gave her nothing but hell But Lux had changed in those two years; long gone was the chubby blond that never talked back and was replaced by a badass third command that doesn't take shit from anyone and is in charge of training her wolves. But will Lux's new personality be enough to keep her from getting hurt? Especially when she has to see the person who made her leave, Damon, her mate, the one who rejected her and the alpha of her old pack...

James Alcott has always had a talent for charming women right into his bed, a talent that he has enjoyed, along with his status of being heir to the Earldom of Ethridge. A chance encounter, however, with a woman who does not see worth in wealth of status will change his life forever. Alice Devereaux has been hiding for three years. She fought and survived the 1832 French Revolution and is hiding in England under a pseudonym. Her family and friends all died as criminals and if she ever returned to her native Paris then she would be slaughtered too. Her family's hatred of aristocracy has been instilled in her and she carries around the burden of both her and her people's failure to create equality. And then, as if God is testing her, she meets a man who holds all the qualities she was born to hate - wealth, status and arrogance. But that man is determined to succeed in winning her. So what is she to do? Succumb to his charms? Or hold true to the beliefs of her French comrades?

Ever suffered from social anxiety? Well then, meet Summer, a town girl from Ireland who hates socializing and loves telling stories through her puppets. Sent to vacation in Madrid, she comes across a portrait and is intrigued by its story and the lady in it. What follows is a journey of romance and magic.

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Being clever in a time where women were taught to sit on their hands has always plagued Jane 'Little J' Alcott. She has always been laughed at and has learned to accept that she will never reach her full potential ... until now. When her brother thinks up a brilliant plan, Little J begins to stretch her legs in the world of academia, a world only privy to men. And one man in particular, has caught her eye.

I couldn't stop my eyes as they wandered around his body, looking at each and every curve and line. Though what caught my interest was his wolf mark, one that every wolf has. His was a intricate design on his bicep that I was itching to touch. It went perfectly with his tanish skin and blonde hair. He was like a Roman $ex God, and I wouldn't mind "praying" to him, any day. "Eva,'' I looked up at Will's face, but my eyes decided to do they're own thing and traveled down his muscular body, eventually landing on his abs. God! They don't even deserve to be called abs. They're more like a diamond washboard, that I feel tempted to wash my clothes on! Someone bring me the Downy! His eyes turned a few shades darker then, his skin so close to mine that the heat radiated between our bodies. He moved closer, his crystal blue eyes a midnight blue, warming me to my core. He wanted me just as badly as I wanted him. This was a battle between Alphas, who will dominate? Game on Mr. Sexy Piece of A$s.