Laurel is lonely. Things haven't been easy since she was forced to swiftly change jobs and move to a whole new city and start her life over. She is struggling to make new friends and feels like her old friends and even her mother are pulling away from her when she needs their support the most. One day a group of women take notice of her in the office and invite her to join them for a girls night. What was supposed to just be a simple evening of fun, making new friends over drinks changes her life forever. Follow Laurel as she tries to escape her past and falls into an uncertain future. Part one complete. Part two complete. Part three complete.

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES

There is a witch in the woods. Massie spends her days among the trees protecting the land and tending to the living things that live there. Everything changes when an unexpected and dangerous creature seeks refuge in her forest. Massie's life changes forever when she makes an oath to protect all magical creatures in her forest. Even the ones that want her dead.

It was on the 500th century of hell that I saw my salvation. He had walked in with a devilish smirk and sharp features. He had walked into my hell...My only goal was to get him out...To make sure he got out safely. The only caveat is, I made him hate me. The things I did to survive are things he can never forgive. And now I am forced to partner with him to ensure the survival of his kingdom and mine. - As the Regent of House Dae within the faerie realm, Adalind made a choice three years ago. That choice kept the people she loved safe and caused her the affection of her mate. She could live with that choice. It's not until her kingdom and her mate's kingdom are forced into a partnership that she has to face painful realties. Perhaps she truly was too broken to be fixed. Perhaps no one could love her and her scars. He has been given many names. The Lord of Shadows. The Shadowbringer. The Broken. All appropriate for the Beta that wields the shadows. After watching his mate murder a child and attack his lands, Goliath has grown cold and closed off to everyone around him, even his dearest friends. He's thrown himself into dangerous missions to forget the face of his true mate. He leaves his kingdom often to forget the face of the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. But he cannot forgive her. He is resolved to live a mateless life. He is resolved to let go of his fae Queen. But his duty calls to work with her kingdom. The safety of his people requires it. He grows to realize that maybe all is not quite what it seem and maybe the person we have to become to survive is not the same as the person we truly are. - They call him Goliath. They call him The Lord of Shadows. They call him The Broken. They call me Adalyndra. They call me The Dragondaughter. They call me the Mother of the Sun. BOOK II OF THE TOUCH OF DEMISE SERIES

They call him Demise. No, that wasn't his birth name. His mother nor father gave him this designation. Many people weren't sure he even had parents. Some say he sprung from the fiery depths of Hell. No, he earns his title. Every lycanthrope shakes in fear from the tales of him in battle- his ruthlessness, his ferocity. One said he could kill a man with a mere touch. They call him Demise because everything he touches perishes. His skill, his intelligence, his stamina, his endurance, his agility, his everything...holds murderous brutality. He is death and he fucks with despair. ───── Grace was a chosen for the Kingdom of Wolves. She and fifty other women were traded among the four Alphas of the world, paid to satiate their every desire. Grace had not been requested, yet, for she was the newest arrival. Stationed in Kingdom Demise, she worked as a palace servant. She knew one day she would be beckoned by an Alpha, but she never thought it would be by Demise.

Brusenna is the last. All the other witches have been captured, their songs stolen and twisted from harmony and growth into chaos and death. She alone must stand against an evil much older and darker than anything she could ever imagine-an evil every witch before her has failed to vanquish. In that, Brusenna must be the first. And join my mailing list to stay up to date on my latest releases, cover reveals, and free books: http://eepurl.com/l8fl1 Purchase links: Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/c/amber-argyle Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=amber+argyle Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Amber-Argyle/e/B004YE1BR4/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1

BOOK 1 OF THE GIFT CHRONICLES ••• When the Moon Goddess created the first werewolves, she split one soul between the two of them, thus creating a perfect soulmate for every werewolf thereafter, known as their mate. Upon the birth of a werewolf, she assigns them with a supernatural ability, known as their Gift••• Ares is a killer. During the day, she is busy fulfilling her duties as the Gamma of her pack. However, before anyone wakes, she sneaks out to unclaimed territory and assassinates rogues to avenge her parents' murder. The Moon Goddess made the mistake of granting her the ability to materialize weapons at will, and Ares fully intended to use her powers as much as she could to deal out vigilante justice. Cain, the cruel Alpha of the Blood Lake Pack, has given up on finding his mate. At 28 years old, it seems unlikely that he will ever find her. All hope is lost until he meets the shockingly violent Gamma from a neighboring pack. His only problem is, she won't go with him easily. Highest Ranks: #1 in Love• 8/7/19 #1 in TeenFiction• 8/30/19 #1 in Luna• 9/2/19 #1 in Rogue•8/9/19 #6 in Werewolf•8/12/19 #7 in Alpha•8/12/19 #3 in Mate•9/2/19 #1 in Supernatural•8/20/19 #1 in Assassin•8/30/19

"Estelle, I will kill any man who stands in my way of having you. I will kill one to one thousand men!" I snarled, fury consuming me as her frightened eyes widened. Tears now slipping down her perfect cheeks. She had to understand. I would do anything to ensure that she stay by my side. Anything. "I-I do not want that," she whimpered. Her body shook as she wiped at the flushed skin of her face. My arms instinctively going around her slight body. Pulling her into me. She shook softly as she cried. I would not treat her as a child, she is my wife, my Queen. She should know what I am capable of and why. "You are a monster Loche," she sobbed out as I brought her closer to me. Her weak attempts at fighting my embrace were futile. I held her tighter as sobs racked her body. "I am your monster, Estelle." ___________ A Dragon Prince trained to be King. A Fae Princess trained to be herself. The oldest tale, dark and light mixing together to become something beautiful or disastrous?

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.

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