"I've killed. I've slaughtered. I've done unspeakable things, and I know that there is a light at the end of the tunnel for one as evil as me. That means there is hope for you, my angel." "And how do you know that?" I ask bitterly. He presses his fingers to my chin, tilting my face up to stare down at me. "Because as soon as I saw you, I knew there was hope." ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ ✄❥ Anyone who stands within a foot of the werewolf that is Tressa assumes that she is exactly what she wants them to think. A bitch. A tough, mean exterior is simply her way of keeping herself safe. Safe from her mother's abuse, from her pack's attention, even from herself. Inside of Tressa's harsh defenses is a lost girl longing to be loved, longing to break free. Ryk is a lycan, and he's evil. Pure evil. He relishes in killing, and bathing in the blood of anyone who stands in his way. But, he has not always been this way. Dark magic and manipulation hold him captive inside his own body as a prisoner. A battle wages inside him between light and dark, wrong and right. And there's only one person who can save him, and she's just as twisted as he is. COMPLETED ✓ *Book 1.5 of the Selenophilia series Best read AFTER Klepto If you read this book by itself you will be ultra confused, and get major spoilers It's more of a companion Novella of sorts You have been warned. lol* Rated PG-13 for mild language, violence, abuse, and themes of eating disorders. Read at your own discretion

The daughter of a powerful King, Freya was promised to Ewen the Cold. The union was meant to cement an alliance between the two most powerful men in the land. A pawn in a world of violence and lust, Freya is meant to be a dutiful and obedient wife. But what if she isn't?

Emery De Bulgaria is a young, English heiress. Having lived her entire life at King James's court, Emery is completely ready for any marriage that could be thrown at her. Until King James told her just what he had in mind for her. Emery was to marry the Count of Dubois. A savage, unkind man that was only known for the rumors about him. He had never taken a wife, and Emery could certainly see why. Glum, and groomed Emery goes uncertainly to her dismal fate. Kane Dubois was pleased with the rumors that swirled about him in the courts. Darkly mysterious, no one truly knew who Kane was. He was unkind, and savage, but life had proven unkind, and savage was the way to survive. At least, that's how he thought until he met the raven haired, golden skinned, beauty destined to be his wife. Angry, and aroused Kane goes with uncertainly to his not so dismal future.

Henrietta serves the riches and cruelest man in all of Theodosia. After having lost his wife during child birth he retreats from the world and Henrietta is left to fulfill her mistress last wish. As the years go by, Calvin soon realizes that a maid has been a mother figure to his son. Angered and ashamed, Calvin opens the doors of his Manor to seek a proper mother for young Henry. He seeks to rid himself of Henrietta, but soon he will realize how much he really needs her.

After escaping her past, Miranda finds herself in coastal Maine, and when she meets Owen, she must help him uncover what truly happened to his now-dead ex. ***** On the run from her abusive ex, Miranda Lewis figures a small town in coastal Maine is just the place for her to lay low. There she befriends Claire, the owner of a local cafe, and her son, Owen. A woodworker and musician, he keeps to himself, especially since the town believes he played a part in the disappearance of the town's pride and joy... a skilled artist and his former girlfriend. As the two begin to grow closer, Miranda agrees to help him uncover the truth behind what really happened, especially now that strange things are occurring again, leading all roads back to Owen. [[word count: 70,000-80,000 words]] Cover designed by Simone Northey

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14