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.

Slowly updating the rewritten version **** "Do it for your mate." He came and kneeled on the floor and looked in her eyes with pain. "Do it for him. He wouldn't like to see you like this. He would want you to be normal. To be your old self. Old Ariel would never give up on herself. She would never sit and wait for death. She would live her life to the fullest and face death head on when the time comes. She would fight. She would stand straight. She would be stubborn. She would never give up on herself, she would never give up on her wolf, she would never give up on life but most of all she would never give up on her pack. Her Alpha stubbornness wouldn't let her." "You think I can do it?" She asked him looking in his eyes. "Yes." He said without hesitation. "Really?" "Really."

Forever changed by his capture at the hands of the French, Viscount Carlisle is no longer the naive, carefree idiot who left the shores of England. He has spent eight years trying to find the man who betrayed him, but his plans are thwarted by the tragic death of his partner, leaving Rafe with the custody of his partner's eight-year-old daughter. A child who may hold the key to unraveling the entire mystery that has haunted him for so long. Worse still, this brings him face to face with his ward's aunt- an old friend who makes Raphael's blood run hot. She knows him better than anyone else, she accepts every dark crevice of his soul without a single thought. She absolves him and tempts him into wickedness. He knows well that he cannot afford to let her in. Weaknesses got you killed in his business. The sooner she's out of his hair, the better. However, every day in her company has him softening until he cannot bear the idea of letting her or his ward go. Still reeling from her brother's death, Sylvia Heartwood finds out that the custody of her niece has been awarded to the most notorious reprobate in London and she will not stand for it. She forces herself into his household hellbent on proving that she is the better custodian for her niece. Only she is not so sure she can remain immune to the charm of this feckless libertine and his smoldering kisses and fiery embraces. Suave, carefree, and incredibly insufferable, Sylvie is resolute to never fall in love with him, but somewhere under the bluster she begins to catch glimpses of the boy who picked seashells for her and held her hand during thunderstorms, and all of a sudden, Sylvie's heart is in danger of being lost once again. With a villain lurking in the shadows, can Carlisle keep his newfound family safe? Cover by Muni Williams

Visiting her friend in another country, something she's only read became her reality.

The Alpha of the Belesone Pack, Milo, is stunned to find that the Elders have chosen a mate for him. At nearly twenty years of age, he should have been mated by now, but although he can sense her, she proves elusive. To discover that the Elders have chosen a mate that is not his true mate, the one he is destined to be with, is bad enough. When he discovers that they have chosen Katarina Torlov, the runt of the pack, as his bride, it's beyond a joke, but Milo soon discovers that Katarina is much more than she seems. *These are the original edits, from pre-publication.*

Not mature for the younger audiences. -------------------------------- I don't like explaining my books because when I do I tend to write everything that happens, so I am just going to say that I come up with these horribly dark ideas and put them into books, of course these books may be sad, and maybe even a bit sadistic, and in my mind they are badass, but when I write them down I don't feel as if I can show what I am truly imagining. I feel as if they suck, but my best friend tells me that they are amazing and that I better publish them when I finish so I did. Obviously. So eh. Yes, I know I happen to say this in each of my story descriptions but I truly do end up ruining the story if I write about it. There is foul language, sexual content, stupidity, and most likely some grammar errors, so I'm just forewarning anyone that reads it. I also try to make each chapter 2000 words or more, I suppose if that isn't enough someone will eventually tell me so here you go. ><><><><><><><><><><> Book 1- Deceived Book 2- Different Book 3- Ruthless There is another series that ties to this one, of course I don't name my series so I will just give the names of the books in order, but they should be read first, although it doesn't honestly matter as long as Ruthless is read last. Book 1- Broken Book 2- Forsaken Book 3- Fallen

He had lived every day as the one before. One after the last the days blurred together. He wanted nothing more than to find something to live for. To have a suicidal mate was unbearable. Especially when she doesn't know she's your mate. She'd been taught she was worthless for as long as she could remember. By the time he came along, she was broken. With all the abuses she'd endured, she built up her walls so no one could ever hurt her again. So much so she refused the man who saved her. Love is a cruel thing. Loving someone who hates themselves is even worse. Book 4 The art I used as the starting point for the cover was done by Antonio Mora

Elizabeth's job throughout her life was helping out other packs. The reason is because she is a white werewolf, the most hottest, powerful and smartest female on the planet. Somewhere out there is a black werewolf named Connor that can't wait to find his own mate. What happens when his father calls Elizabeth for help? Is it really to help him fight in a war? Or to help his son find his mate? *Short Story* =READ BELOW= WARNING: There will be sexual parts in this story, so its your choice if you want to read it. I don't control your life ;) BTW I know I said its a short story but the chapter are about 4 pages long. Just in case you were wondering so I guess its the medium size.

One Alpha, One Omega Quite the wrong mate yet it seems so right. There just no telling what can go down when an Alpha gets and Omega as a mate. Grace's fate as a Luna lies in the hands of the elders must I include her mother?