What do you do when you're in a crisis? A financial crisis? A) Borrow money off someone B) Find a job C) Try sell yourself Caliana Hart, like any normal girl, chose option C. But she's made the mistake of choosing the wrong man to mess with. Temporary cover: ayeitsning

He kissed my head and smiled down at me. I couldn't help but smile back and kiss his bare chest. This moment was perfect, and I didn't ever want to leave it. "What's your name, my dearest mate?" He asked in his husky voice. "Rosemary, but everyone just calls me Rose. And yours my handsome mate?" I asked sweetly. "Baine. You have a beautiful name my sweet Rose." "Thank you, I love your name as well." He kissed me softly and before the kiss could deepen, he stiffened. Proof that he was mind linking with a pack member. His expression went hard and he looked down and me sadly. I knew what it meant, but I didn't want to face it. "I have to go, I'm sorry." He said as he got up and dressed quickly. "What do you mean? Why? Do I at least get a number or something?" I asked panicked, trying to hide my hurt. "I'm sorry.... Goodbye...." that's all he said before slipping out the door and disappearing for possibly ever....

"Autumn, look, I love you. You love me but don't know it yet. We were meant to be together. I understand if you're confused, you're only a human." he says caressing my cheek. He loves her. He wants her. He won't let his mate go.

{Partially available, SOON TO BE PUBLISHED!} Wren isn't the easiest person. Having been given a life of lemons she's decided to squeeze them in people's eyes. She's fought her way through life and survived on the scraps the world left behind. When she climbs onto a bus after another bad turn of events she turns up in Widows Creek, a place full in things that simply shouldn't exist. Like werewolves with ice blue eyes that seem overly attached to her. Yeah, things like that.

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

Now, I've been hungover before. Arguably more than most. I've experienced the entire spectrum of complicated euphoria that comes with drinking until you can't stand. I've witnessed things that upon reflection, no sober human being could even begin to comprehend through the kaleidoscopic of lens of Dutch courage. There has been very little I couldn't chalk up to the consequences of my own actions while recovering from a particularly heavy night of partying. But as the stranger in front of me demanded for me to stop, his entire appearance morphed into something monstrous. And I can honestly say, that was a first for me. The air grew thin as I began to shake uncontrollably, a rotten cold sweat breaking out across my skin as my tongue simultaneously turned to ash in my mouth. His pupils had blown to an unearthly size, the whites of his eyes rapidly growing blood shot before flooding with thick, burgundy splotches, removing any trace of humanity. Dark veins of blues and purples bulged along his neck, darkening to a perturbing black as they crawled along his jawline and burst forth from his orifices, joining a tangled web beneath his skin. His canines which had already been relatively prominent, extended even further, their sudden evolution an inescapable indicator of their deadliness. His head morphed and elongated just past the point of natural, jaw clenching and sickening cracks looming as I stood frozen in stock horror fear. Everything in my body screamed that what I was witnessing was just wrong. That if there was a God, this creature was the antithesis. I was in the presence of the ultimate predator and I was one swipe away from having my throat ripped out. The man I'd only a few minutes earlier considered attractive, had become one of the vilest creatures I'd ever seen. Definitely not a crackhead. "Holy f*cking crap!" -------------------------------------------------------------------- British ex-military meets the supernatural.

Dimitri Christos. A name most in the business world fear for his ruthless yet genius business tactics. All women wanted to be his. They have good reason too. This Adonis would make even your grandmother blush with his dirty and oh so skillful tongue. He could have any woman he wanted except the one that really mattered: Amelia Andrews. She was the one that got away... She was in Santorini with her two best friends the summer before she started college, when she met him: Dimitri. From the beginning their love was hot and heavy and would last a lifetime. Or so she thought. On her last night in Santorini she gave him her most precious gift: Her viriginity. But only after did she find out that he was promised to another. Feeling betrayed and hurt she leaves to begin her life afresh in college. Fast forward five years later and Dimitri is now the CEO of the company that Amelia works for. He intends to not only take control of the business ,but to also make her His. Copyright © 2013 Fabulous1217