⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM BOOK! IF YOU'RE NOT INTO AN MC WITH MULTIPLE PARTNERS, DO NOT READ! BOOK TWO OUT NOW!!! Highest Rankings: #1 in Erotic Romance #1 in Blood and Gore #1 in Bloodsucker #1 in Girl Problems #1 in Adult Situations #1 in Polyamory #1 in Adult Themes #1 in Reverse Harem #1 in Island #1 in Vampire Romance #1 in Undiscovered #1 in Vampire #1 in College #1 in Adult-Content #1 in Paranormal #1 in Trilogy Eighteen-year-old Audrey Ridley grew up a foster kid, shipped around from family to family, never really having a place to call home. Until she earns a scholarship for a prestigious university on an island in the pacific northwest. Now she's making friends, flourishing in a stable environment, but there's something up with the faculty members of Lachlan University. Particularly the campus security members. They gawk at her, eyes wide and unflinching, as if she were drink of water on a scorching day. They address her with a bow, going out of their way to speak to her. But that's nothing compared to the dean's behavior. His gaze follows her every movement, he calls her queen when he thinks she isn't listening. And he's always having to run off when they have a chance to be alone together. Only when a creature sinks his teeth into her neck does Audrey begin to unravel the bloody truth; both about the denizens of Lachlan Island and herself. COVER DESIGNED BY: @laylagriffin_

There are some absolute truths I believe in. You have to have principles, if you want to survive in this world. You need something to hold on to; to survive the bumps in the road life throws in your way. Call it what you want, but it's like there's a set of laws of physics my very own world operates on. I know who I am. My name is Anna Johnson. I am an elemental witch and my element is air. From the diary of Anna Johnson

Colors danced behind my eyes, until the world fell into a haze of dark mist. Black fissures of power within arm's reach. Mine. Magic slammed into me, endless and vast like a tidal wave coming in and crushing over my head. I took it, absorbed it, glutted myself on it because it felt good. No consequences. No pain.

A jolt. A small hitch in the rhythmic beating of my heart. Dèjà vu didn't even begin to describe it. ... My heart stopped, my breath jostled forward, shock rippling through my system. It happened again. For a few precious seconds my mind froze up and, together with my body, went into a complete lockdown. It was the same each time I saw him.

Well, you could stare at a white wall until you were blue in the face, it would never be more than a white wall. The same was true for the master vampire. A vampire was a vampire was a vampire. Period. (Anna Johnson)

... for a moment I thought that everything was back to normal, that I was okay. But then it came crashing down on me. Blood was valuable. Blood was life. The loss of blood had a price. A high one.

They are born in the darkness, and they own it like no one else. Anna Johnson stays clear of vampires. She knows what they are capable of. As a witch of the air she is working for the Circle as a researcher, closing her eyes to that which lies in her past. Until one phone call changes everything.

"You're just my tool. Know your place." It's her duty to follow her master's command. Even at the risk of injuring herself or losing her mind. It's his right to make use of her cold-heartedly. Even discarding her when she had become useless. She was a bird trapped inside a gilded cage, slowly losing her mind in the process. He was the heir of the country, regretting things he had lost in the process of power chasing. Could she ever be saved? Could he get back what he had lost? A love story between an antagonist and a side character. Melancholic Sword Apprentice (hidden shape-shifter) × Cunning Cold-hearted Master of Ivory Manor

"To play the pawns well; they are the soul of chess: it is they which uniquely determine the attack and the defense, and on their good or bad arrangement depends entirely on the winning or losing of the game." - François-André Danican Philidor They say the weakest piece in the game of chess is the pawn. Smallest in size, lowest in rank and value. "Many take pawns for granted," she said, "they see it as pieces easily manipulated, but what they don't realize is, pawns can be anything... even a Queen." "Checkmate, Alpha." They believed she was chosen by the Moon, but she preferred the word cursed, bound to serve until her debts were paid. He was said to be blessed amongst all of his kind, but he was cunning and ruthless. One move can surely change the course of the game.

~ AVAILABLE ON AMAZON: https://www.amazon.com/dp/164434193X ~ She hated riding the subway. It was cramped, smelled, and the seats were extremely uncomfortable to sit on for hours on end. Now add a group of crazy mask-wearing, weapon-wielding, maniacs to the ever growing list of reasons why Gemma hated riding the subway. Gemma Conners is your average eighteen year old and for the past two years she's been riding the subway to and from school with no problem. She always expected the same ol' same ol'. Cramped spaces, hard seats, and perverts staring her up and down and "accidentally" bumping into her and blaming it on the train as it jostled people into one another. Never did she expect a group of masked men to rush in and hold everyone onboard hostage, demanding that they all play along with their sick and twisted idea of a "game". It was either that or die. To add on to her ever growing list of problems, one of the passengers onboard just so happens to be Archer Daniels, your typical high school "heartthrob" and Gemma's classmate. Her day just kept getting better and better. With Gemma's luck, she'd be lucky if she lasted five minutes. Yep. She really hated the subway. *Book Cover Credit: Irah Marie* Thanks again for making such an AMAZING cover!❤️