Alice is twenty-four, far old enough to know that a change of scenery can't repair the cracks in a relationship long strained. But when her lover insists on a trip to a remote cabin to get away and recharge, Alice agrees... and discovers that among the beasts of the forest, there is one that shouldn't exist and yet does: a wolf that changes into a man and a man who changes into a wolf. He's savage, suspicious, and feral. And he's as undeniably interested in her as she is in him... Wolf's Wife is an erotic paranormal romance. This is the complete and full version, NOT a sample. It's just very short compared to its sequels.

In the months since escaping an abusive relationship, Alice has sought peace living in the wilderness with Colton, her mysterious lover who shifts from man to wolf at will. There in the shadows of the woods, she hopes to lick her wounds and rebuild her life. But ghosts have a way of stirring from their graves, and Alice is about to learn that one can never hide from the past for long. Sometimes, the past can come back to life, and when it does, it has teeth sharper than any wolf's... Wolf's Bane is an erotic romance and the sequel to Wolf's Wife.

2016 Watty Award Winner for Most VORACIOUS Read Sample only. This book is PUBLISHED! How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness, I could not control. After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now. I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a fully grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can't. I won't. I shouldn't. Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire that only a mate can satisfy. I breathe: I exist, barely. I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with is the only one in this pack who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again when I am with him. What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can't go on, but I must. Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?

After a barren mating that had lasted just shy of two years, Avery is hell bond on living a life away from power hungry bastards. And if she can help someone along the way, she would gladly make that extra effort. Finally managing to be in charge of her own life, she reaches out helping others overcome the difficulties of losing a mate, no matter the consequences. It doesn't come as a surprise, when she finds herself running a shelter for recently widowed or battered she-wolves. Only one thing remains a hardship: raising so many pups without the strong, tough, manly supervision. The small group of she-wolves and pups increases in numbers and becomes a movement that no longer can be underestimated or constricted in the limits of her childhood home. In times of uncertainty and opposition, with Alphas threatening to overrun their little establishment, Avery has no choice but to venture out of her comfort zone in the search of the combat instructor who could teach basic survival skills to the cubs. If what she fears ever becomes a reality, she would be glad that they would stand a chance in the power-struggle, where Enforces are nothing but a brute force to achieve the goals of power-hungry Alphas. Naively planning to secure the perfect combat instructor, Avery does not leave a room to account for nature that comes at her with a full swing. Winter storm and dreaded coldness that soaks the life out of her make her prioritize the help for a rabid-looking stray. After dealing with his biological father Pablo Alvarez, Jonathan Graves finally freefalls into the rage and darkness. They call it being berserk. For Jon - it is a nightmare. When he finally wakes up from it, he is taken in by opinionated, frustrating she-wolf, who nurtures him back to life, only to give him the boot. Or so she thinks, as Jon is dead set on picking his own time to depart! When Jon meets Avery, the heavens roar as the Monarch and the Rogue discover more than they had initially bargained for.

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

"Welcome to Citadel, a town full of monsters and meth!" As a notorious career criminal and the Alpha of Brotherhood of Cain, Draven Cain, is used to controlling everything. He knows exactly what happens in the cutthroat slums of Citadel: every gruesome death, every planned heist, and every one of the cities power players. However, what he didn't know, is that the one time he decides to be a good guy and saves a seemingly distressed damsel, his carefully calculated life goes straight to hell. And damned if he doesn't enjoy it. Ethel Pennington is not used to scarred werewolves with homicidal tendencies and elite drug rings. Though with the way she strolls around, you thought she would. But when her deeply ingrained past comes back in the form of a bloodthirsty cult, there may be only one person who can save her: Draven Cain. Too bad he has no intention of letting the brunette spitfire go. First book - COMPLETE Second book - ONGOING w/ updates every week BOTH BOOKS ARE IN BROTHERHOOD OF CAIN

*completed NOW A PUBLISHED NOVEL!* An ancient Cursed bloodline, a world-crossed romance, tyrant kings, a princess with dragon wings, a forbidden love affair, and a sorcerer meant to reign in chaos... this is the Redemption Saga. Bride of Alvar What if your entire life your mother declared you're destined to wed a king from a magical world? Would you believe her? Probably not. I didn't believe her either, until a handsome, other-worldly king showed up to claim me as his bride. Despite my annoying attraction to him, I let the magical king know about a complication: I'm already engaged to somebody else. However, when monsters from Alvar's world kidnap my best friend, I find myself whisked away to his realm marrying him anyway. But marrying a man I barely know and adapting to a fantastical new world is nothing compared to learning just how many dark secrets my new husband hides and that the fates of both my world and Alvar's rest on MY shoulders. For the edited paperback of this book go to this link: https://www.amazon.com/Bride-Alvar-Redemption-Silver-Reins/dp/B08LNJL4LN Best ranking: #1 in Fantasy

I sat behind the couch, scrunched in a fetal position, hiding from the sliver of sun which managed to squeeze its way out from behind the drapes. My tormentor. Once a beloved friend, now it holds me captive behind this couch with nothing to keep me company but some cobwebs and fuzzy dust-bunnies. My newly improved eyes spotted a small, dark colored circular disk amongst the shag carpet. Slowly I eased my way over to it. Score! It's a brown M&M. Popping the tiny sweet treat into my mouth, I carefully chewed...trying not to puncture my lips with my freshly acquired fangs. I smiled. Today is looking up.

What if mates didn't exist? Instead, werewolves chose who they wanted to be mated to for the rest of their lives during a short period of time once a year. This period was called the Mating Season. Sydney Carrington has already planned her entire life with her chosen mate and her pack's current beta, Will and he was going to choose her as his mate when she was of age in the Mating Season. Everything was perfect until a week before the Mating Season when she encounters a certain Alpha Kingston. Brendon Kingston is the most feared Alpha in the world. Rumours said that he was heartless, able of killing his own flesh and blood. He was incapable of showing mercy or even the slightest emotion except for anger. Never had he chosen a mate before. Until an encounter with a certain she-wolf changes his whole perspective of things. To Sydney's horror, Alpha Kingston steps in to claim her as his own before Will can during the Mating Season. Journey with Sydney as she learns how to deal with being the mate of the most cruel and ruthless alpha ever known. Along the way, could she perhaps learn to love him as well? * * * He narrowed his gaze, "You arrived here yesterday. You can call me Kingston. You're my chosen thus you're my equal." At the mention of him choosing me, anger flared up and I scoffed indignantly. "You chose me? You didn't. You blackmailed me to be with you!" Kingston's eyes turned hard and he warned, "By drinking the potion, you have agreed to be my chosen." I scoffed and glared up at him, "Because you threatened to kill my brother. He's fifteen! Would you really do that? Kill a fifteen year old to get what you want?" I demanded and Kingston simply looked at me with a passive expression. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 5/3/2016