Emma Newfound had always grown up near the ocean. She loved the crystal clear water of Florida's coast. Emma's life had not been the best. She was always bullied in school, her mom was still recovering from a heartbreaking divorce, and she was self conscious beyond belief. The ocean has always been, and will always be, her escape. One day, the ocean, would change her life forever.

"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.

Darkstreak, or Darkkit right now seems to be an ordinary cat born to dragonclan. But no one knows what the future holds for him. Read and see

Life as a were-cat isn't an easy one...living amongst a pride of were-cats as the runt is unbearable. Meet Christina, a were-cat who's looked down upon by her pride because of the simple fact that she exists. Forced to be the runt of her pride, she dreams of a life on her own, running and roaming free, just to do as she pleases. Is it possible to free herself from her pride? And when she does, can she remain free, or does she have to fight her way to her freedom?

Benina's back, and she's out for revenge. A war is bubbling beneath the surface, and Ben still needs to come to terms with what she's learnt about her past. Her murderously insane adopted brother is still on the loose, wreaking havoc anywhere and everywhere he can. Ben has enough on her plate, with a newly found mate, a war between Rogues and her pack, and a crazed lunatic of a brother seeking revenge on her. And it's worse- ever since she'd been rescued, a new voice had entered her head. Not Libeth's, not Kazak's and not Jason's or Griffon's. This is new. And the voice whispers dangerous things to Benina. She's beginning to question whether she can trust her closest friends. She's headed down a dangerous path- and it's up to Jason to stop her. Insanity is the least of her problems, because she's got a whole lot more coming for her. #69 in Fantasy as of 27/12/2014.

A world on the verge of a vampire apocalypse and a werecat has been remembered by an elusive god. All of this is unknown to Victoria, a girl mercilessly bullied for her purple eyes, but she finds herself caught up in all of it when one day a strange boy called Flame walks into her classroom. Victoria longed for days of adventure and escape from the real world, but what if the real world is actually a better place? Does having purple eyes mean you're destined to be different? Before the Hotel: Book 1