(COMPLETED) * "Look, Mavis, you're a beautiful girl with lots of potential and I'm so sorry about this but I reject you, Mavis Anders, as my mate." My body erupted in pain. The bones were being smashed by an invisible force. I'd heard of pain like this but they'd never say the extent of it. Knives were thrown into my neck leaving a burning sensation my mouth dry and my legs numb as I laid there in shook. "You've got to accept it now." Ace explained unfazed by my pain. "It's the only way to make the pain go away." "But I don't want to accept rejection. I won't accept your rejection." * NEEDS LOTS OF EDITING - YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED! WARNING! LOTS OF PLOT TWISTS! * Highest Ranking: #8 Werewolf 7th June 2017

"I could trace the curve of his face with the glance of my eyes. An elongated nose, with a wide base making a staple on his unique face, and his coarse curls gathered together in a flock, falling over his forehead with the tilt of his head. Eyelids hid the depth and tiredness that his brown eyes had, and lengthy eyelashes brushed his cheeks. I could feel him, the string attached to my soul, connecting me to his." ________ Deviant follows Lydia Claire Kelley, a quirky and independent woman who sets out for an adventure on the west coast of Washington, nearly 3,000 miles from her quiet hometown in North Carolina where she meets Forrest Thatcher, a troubled man searching for the one to make his half whole.

"You know, it won't physically hurt you to be nice for once." I crossed my arms in front of my chest and groaned. "I don't want to take a chance." the corner of his lips lifted a little as he finished his sentence. "Well, you don't hear me complaining. The view of a someone so desperately working out is not a delight either." I retorted in a weary voice. "I bet it isn't." he narrowed his eyes at me and commented. Ugh.. Why is he so damn annoying? "You know what, just take your arrogant ass out of my room." I scowled at him, pointing towards the door. With small steps, he walked towards me. I took a step backwards when he neared me. He was invading my personal space, making me a bit flustered. The urge to push back his golden-brown hair covering his forehead was increasing with every passing second. "Gladly." he mumbled against my face and then walked past me out of my room. It took me a minute to calm down my racing heartbeat. ... He was a mystery, an enigma I wanted to solve. He was exhausting, he was infuriating, yet staying away from him was not an option. He was making me feel things I haven't felt before. Adam McArdle! Who are you and what are you doing to my poor little heart? ... #1 in GENERAL FICTION (23-05-2019) #1 in CHICKLIT (21-07-2019)