❝ Anitchka, Anitchka, will you not invite me in? ❞ In which a girl is indebted to a wintry demon for saving her life, and the gold from her fingertips is a magic whose price she must repay tenfold. Unless she guesses his name first. | loosely based on rumplestiltskin |

Mara never though she would help save a Werewolf from a Rouge attack. But when she did, she unofficially became a member of the Blue Moon Pack. She and the Alpha's daughter thought of themselves as sisters and Mara became the only human to know of the existence of werewolves. However, Mara soon learns of the existence of Lycans, a once known enemy of the werewolves. The Lycan King, Fenrir, is making rounds to all neighboring packs to try and form alliances, wanting to let go of the past and try to move forward for the safety of his pack. He knows of the danger that is coming and wants to form as many alliances as possible. But he never expected to find his mate amongst the Blue Moon Pack. Nor did he expect her to be human. Mara has been through a lot of pain in her life. She does not believe in any 'mate bond' and often thinks that she would be better off alone. But Fenrir will not allow her to slip through his claws. Not when he's been waiting so long for her... *This story contains strong language, sexual situations, violence and mentions of abuse*

Warning: CG has been published. The last ten chapters of this book have been taken down due to copyright reasons. When the future Alpha, a major player rejected her for the Queen B, Genesis and her two best friends came up with a plan to give the arrogant future alpha the taste his own medicine. What happens when your plan works too well? What happens when you attract not only the arrogant alpha but also a powerful creature that won't take no for an answer? "Now my sunshine, we're all alone," he utters with some satisfaction. His hair is mussed up sexily. His skin is a bit flushed from all the running he just did. Oh goddess, he's still the sexiest man I've ever laid my eyes on. "What are you planning to do to me?" I ask him warily. His eyes rake up and down my body as if he can see through my clothing. "What do you think I would do to you, sunshine?" he sounds amused, almost indulgent. His lips curl up into a feral smile. His silver-gray eyes flashed with anger and hunger and desperation. It sets my pulse racing. He's not really amused. I can tell. "Maybe I'm tired of waiting. Maybe I'm tired of chasing after you. Maybe it's time for me to catch you, Genesis." Cuddly bunnies and fuzzy slippers!!! I don't know about this. Do I want to get caught?

"It's positive," she whispered in disbelief. The friends sat in silence, looking at the pregnancy stick in her hand. They were all thinking the same thing without having to discuss it, but they knew that one of them had to be brave enough to broach the lingering subject. "Miss Thang, didn't you tell us that you couldn't have kids?" Joe bravely pierced the silence. "He said I couldn't have kids," Astrid said lowly, still shocked. "Did you actually see the results? Did you speak to the doctor?" Cree asked. She shook her head and Cree shared a knowing look with CJ. "He lied to you, and given the fact that he still doesn't have kids from all his affairs, I'm guessing the problem is with him," CJ said knowingly. "Well at least he's broken the spell," Joe commented, and that's when it settled on Astrid. "What am I going to do?" Astrid panicked. "You're going to tell him?" they said unsurely. "You don't understand. I'm pregnant," she said breathlessly. "We know," CJ said, confused. "No, you don't. I'm pregnant, but it's not my husband's baby," Astrid informed. They were equally mystified. "What? Didn't you say he spent the night with you when he came back from the Bahamas?" Astrid violently shook her head. "We slept in the same bed, but I wouldn't let him touch me; not when he'd just been with Vienna." "So whose baby are you carrying?" they asked. And that's when the world tilted for Astrid. "I don't know his name."

Preparing to face losing her one bedroom apartment and beat up Chevy, she decides to drown her sorrows away at a bar where her closest friend Kenny works. Having had enough, she leaves the bar to head to the place she'd come to call home for two years, until something catches her eye. Just a few feet from her, she spots a handsome man leaving his expensive car, but that's not what catches her attention. Instead, her eyes are trained on the car across the road with the man aiming a gun at the handsome man. While the shooter angles his shot, adrenaline courses through her veins, and before she knows it, she's running towards the handsome man. Tackling him to the ground, she barely registers the pain that engulfs her in a matter of seconds as the black spots dance about her vision. She barely hears the man whose life she just saved curse to himself before she is rolled over. Her sharp intake of breath is mistaken for pain by him, but instead she couldn't believe that someone's eyes could look so captivating, even with the lack of light. "Stay with me Diamond," he whispered. The last thing she thought was how he knew her name before succumbing to the darkness.

I turned around the corner of the building, testing to see if they would follow me, and they did. I headed all the way up to my room. The twins had just walked in, leaving the door open behind them. I walked in, and as I predicted, the two people following me entered after me. Mordecai closed the door before they could even blink. They didn't look the least bit fazed though. The girl is model worthy in all her fitness glory. Her long, black hair was in a single braid down her back, while she wore skinny jeans, a tank top and sneakers. Her eyes were mysterious and I couldn't get a read on her. The guy didn't look all that intimidating, but then again, I could say the same about Nick and I found out that he's Zero, as much as I am yet to believe it. The guy has blonde hair with dark and almost calculating eyes. It was difficult to pinpoint him too. "Who the hell are you and who sent you?" I asked them. "None of your questions are relevant right now. We need your help," the guy said. I was automatically irked by his dismissive manner. I crossed my arms. "And why would I help you?" "Because both you and Elle's lives are in danger if you don't," the girl replied. Elle? As in my fiancée? "Elliephant is alive?" Malachi asked, but there was something to his tone. The guy nodded. "She is, but she needs your help." "When Bridge said she saw her yesterday, I thought she was being delusional," Malachi commented. And he failed to tell me this. "Where is she?" I questioned our 'guests'. "Here on campus," they replied. "So she hasn't even bothered coming to find us?" Mordecai asked. "It's complicated," the girl replied. I reserved my comment and instead asked. "And what exactly is it that you need me to do?" "We need you to make her fall in love with you again."

In the desert, an instant turns life into death and hate into love. In the desert, everything is different. Boundaries break down, and you find yourself doing things that you would never, ever have imagined. Lilly Linton finds this out the hard way: in the shadow of the pyramids, she and her boss, cold, calculating Mr Ambrose, must face death and danger together. Is the desert's heat enough to melt the cold heart of Britain's richest financier? WINNER of the PEOPLE'S CHOICE AWARD in the Wattys 2016 Sequel to Robert Thier's #1 Hit 'Storm and Silence'

He was the Moon's Dark Comet, and served Her anger. For the accumulated sins of our kind, he had been unleashed. I was an Oracle, the Balance-Keeper, to see that the Comet did not sway from its intended trajectory. We had always been these things, and we were those things before we were anything else. Complete trust and faith were for fools. /********* This is now a sample of a published book. *************/

Marissa Koshka is a feisty woman who is small in stature but big in heart and drive. She is looking for something new and exciting in her life because she feels as if she is just walking a preordained path. By accident she stumbles upon the DBSM lifestyle. What she sees and learns about shocks, thrills, and entices her. Is this what she has been searching for? Enter Dimitri Verris. A dark and sexy, dominant man, with a penetrating blue gaze and a intoxicating voice. This man is like no other she has ever met before. ((((((This story has been edited and now is a hetero plotline.)))))) ---if you are looking for the story about Frost and Isaac please go to my page and click on Cold Submission--- (This is a SSC BDSM book. Safe Sane Consensual.) (BDSM, Sexual content, 18+)

David's at the height of his career as a top male model. He's gorgeous, he's hot, he's who everyone wants. People look when he walks into a room, but do they actually see David? Or do they see the façade he's created, the successful, sometimes arrogant superstar. Elliott, the antithesis of David's persona is quiet and introspective, he shy's away from most people locking himself in his studio. A highly creative, talented successful, but eccentric sculptor. He wears ripped jeans and cuts his own hair. He doesn't care about looks or anything on the outside. ********************IMPORTANT******************************** This is a story of pure fiction. Some of the characters may have been inspired by real people, but my characters are fictional and I've only used that inspiration as a catalyst. The real people/models/cast used to give a face to my characters are unknown to me, their lifestyles are not reflective of the lifestyles, interests or sexual orientation of the characters in this story. Any similarities are coincidental or inspired by articles I have read about these people...and then expanded and taken in fictional directions. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Dedicated to @Tondada who came up with the title and helped with the character names and cast. :)