Ava is a bounty hunter that hunts and lives alone. Her job takes her to Berkeley after a dangerous outlaw, member of a motorcycle club that is accused of serious crimes. As she follows him, she realizes that there is someone else after her prey: a rival motorcycle club that wants the man dead. If she wants to collect her money and finish the job she has no other choice. She has to work with the club and especially one particular hot, sexy and haughty biker, Bjorn. Bjorn has been a member of the Riders of Tyr even before he was born. His father was a member and he had no choice but to follow the life. All the people he knows are members or affiliated to the club and his life is tied to it. When his King orders him to blow up a member of the rival gang, he doesn't even flinch. He never expected that he would end up working with a stubborn, bad-ass bounty hunter. That also happens to be unbearably alluring.

(Highest Ranking #76 in Romance) Chiara is a journalist. A good one. For the world to know that, all she needs is a scoop. Her instincts tell her that the Riders of Tyr have a few stories to offer to the public and she decides to expose them. Will her undercover act work or will she be caught by a tall, silent Rider with consequences she never saw coming? Ironhand is a soldier. A good one. All he needs is peace and quiet and for others to leave him the hell alone. But when the club is threatened by a journalist, he has to obey his King and take care of the problem. An enticing problem that won't shut up. Not all love stories start with flowers and romance.

"I'll wait." Those were the last words he spoke to her and he damn right meant them. Runner fell for the wild beauty that was dragged in by the Riders from the first moment he laid her eyes on her. She was an enemy of the club and he shouldn't but... It was her eyes, that vast ocean of blue that drowned him. When Magdalene comes back for Vik's wedding, Runner will know the real meaning of passion and pain. And the true essence of love. "I'll wait." Those were the last words she heard from him. Magdalene wanted to go back every single day since the Riders let her go, to see him again, to listen to that perfect, soft voice of his. But she was scared of her own self around him. When Lysa, the woman she once tried to kill, asks Magdalene to be her maid of honor, she will be back once more to face her past and her deep-seated fears. And she'll find so much more. *It would be a good idea to read FIGHT ON (Riders of Tyr #3) first.

When darkness falls, the vampires come out. Sixteen-year-old Kiara Morrow knows that better than anyone. She's been trained her whole life to wipe bloodsuckers off the face of the earth. But then she meets Luke. He's a vampire but he's unlike any vamp Kiara's ever known. ***** Luke may be what Kiara's been looking for her whole life, but as far as her family is concerned, the only good vampire is a dead vampire. The closer she grows to him, the more Kiara is forced to confront the foundation of lies her life has been built on. But Kiara's bloodthirsty family isn't the only problem they have to face. People in town are dying. Something evil is looming on the horizon... [[word count: 100,000 - 150,000]] Cover designed by Holly Thurston

#1 werewolf #1 teenfiction "That night meant nothing to me Olivia." "You were just like another girl to me." He smirked, "and you KNOW how I do girls. I lure them," he took a crumpled paper in his hands and softly straightened it, "I fuck them. HARD." He tore the paper off in pieces, "and then, I throw them out of my life," he concluded, crushing the paper into a ball and throwing it with a perfect shot in the bin. I looked up at him in shock, anger and heartbreak. "You actually thought I got jealous!" He scoffed. Out of nowhere he threw me against the wall and I gasped as his arm pressed by my sides and he trapped me. "ALSO, DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME YOUR MATE AGAIN!" he growled, I breathed heavily as fear started crawling in. Tears flowed down my face. I struggled to breathe. "I NEVER wanted a mate. Especially not like you." He gave me a glare as if the mere sight of me disgusted him. "Who would want a mate like you anyways, huh? You're ugly, nerdy, clingy, way-too-innocent and being with you will DESTROY my social reputation." Listening to those words shattered my Wolf and she howled in pain. I gasped, trying to get some air but he pressed me against the wall harder. "Look at you," he chuckled, "So pathetic. You're not even able to defend yourself. Moon goddess made a mistake mating you with me. I will correct it ." "I won't reject you," he said, "oh no no. Rejection is easy. I will TORTURE you. I will sleep with other girls, I will flirt with them in front of your eyes and I will watch you and your wolf die everyday. I will break you to the limit where you won't ever be able to come back. And then, I will leave you to rot." "One last thing. Don't you DARE tell anyone that we are mates. Are we clear?" I nodded frantically, my heart clenching till where it was unbearable. He let out a dark chuckle and released me,"Good girl." I collapsed on the floor and almost passed out from the lack of air in my lungs. He just walked away & left me there to rot.

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

"He's staring at you," my sister whispered, wide-eyed. Now that I realised, I could feel someone's eyes burning the back of my head and as I turned around to see what my sister was talking about and my jaw immediately dropped whilst a cold shiver ran up my spine at the sight of the school's dangerous, certified bad boy. I shrugged nervously and turned around to face my sister. "Maybe he's just looking at what I'm wearing." The outfit was pretty cute, hands down. "But he never stares at anyone. He has only given them a cold stare that lasts for at least two-seconds." Oh hell no.