(Book one of the DeLuca series) SMUT WARNING 🔥🤫 ______________________________________________ "How much" he asked "I'm not a prostitute" I said and he removed the hair that was laying on my shoulder. "I didn't say you were" he whispered into my ear as his fingers drew small circles on hips. Swallowing hard I closed my eyes when he gently sucked my earlobe. "So how much" he asked after backing away. Easing off the door I turned around to meet his beautiful blue eyes. My panty was already wet just by looking at him but I wasn't going to have him turn me into a hooker the first day I choose to do this. "Okay I'll give you 2000 euros" he said and my eyes widened. I needed the money but I can't do this "I'm sorry but I'm not a prostitute" I said walking away before picking up my coat. DO NOT COPY OR TWIST MY STORY TO YOUR OWN. I PUT ALOT OF TIME AND WORK INTO MY BOOKS SO DO NOT STEAL THEM⚠️⚠️⚠️ (Book cover by _navyblueee_)

[THIS BOOK HAS BEEN PUBLISHED ON AMAZON] "You think you have what it takes to handle the likes of me, sweetheart?" he whispered, a sardonic smile plastered on his lips, "you don't." ---------- Cold and cruel. That's who the Alpha of the Creston Bay pack was known to be. Greyson Otaire ruled under a strict dictatorship, knowing that the protection of his pack would always come first. After he was forced to abandon his lands from the threat of the Rogue King, it was time to head back. Only now, he would return to his lands with his mate, Natalia Hemmings, by his side. Greyson had sworn off the idea of mates, given up on the entire constitution of it, and after what happened in his past, he knew that not having a mate was best for everyone involved. But now he found her, marked her on sight, and was stuck with her. As hard as he fought to stay away from her, and as much as he tried to protect her from the demons of his past, the pull between them was too strong. Will the cold last forever or will his mate be able to burn through the wall of ice? __________ HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in Small Town of 10.2k stories #40 in Moon Goddess of 3.9k stories #247 in Secrets of 109k stories #58 in Mates of 41.5k stories #356 in Black Writers of 383 stories #94 in Cliffhanger of 10.2k stories __________ FROST is Book Two of the Animal Instincts series and contains scenes and characters originally mentioned in the first book, Ignite. I've written it so it can be read as a stand-alone novel, but feel free to read Book One to get a good grip on the characters and settings. It is also a slow burn where you'll enjoy possessive mates, scarring secrets, troubled pasts, unexpected betrayals, and so much more! If you loved book one, you'll love this one ;) Excited yet? Click 'Start Reading' and enjoy ;) _____________________________________________________ © Ashleigh Reeds 2024. All rights reserved.

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.

Highest Rank: #1 in Romance, #1 - painting, #1 - heartbreaker, #1 - one-sidedlove, #1 - unrequitedlove, #1 - engagement *********************** Still not satisfied with our physical contact, he leaned his face down to meet mine as his fingers gripped my chin. "Fiancée?" he asked, whispering the word. I nodded as the tension I felt from our body contact got even more intense. I stared at his handsome face. "You claim yourself my fiancée?" I nodded again. Of course, I was his fiancée and I'd claim that title no matter what. "Let's see if you really are," he whispered slowly in between his breathing. His tone broadcasted danger and it made me shudder. "A fiancée can kiss her man. Now, let's see if you can---" And with that, in just a heartbeat, he pressed his lips against mine. *********************** He is my one great love. I've loved and adored him since I laid my eyes on him and to be his wife is my life's absolute dream. But he hates me. He has hated me since the day he first saw me and he makes it sure that breaking my heart and pushing me away will be his greatest achievement. In spite of all the drama, the pain and the heartbreak he caused me, I still insist to be engaged to him --- this cold, aloof, and heartless man. Yes, he is my one great love. But he is my one great challenge as well. Will I be able to create a heart in my heartless heartbreaker? (Cover made by @itsmyaah) Copyright © HervinaMollejon™ 2015-2016 All rights reserved.