He smokes. He drinks. He deals with drugs. He uses women as toys. He beats up anyone who gets in his way--male or female. He breaks every rule and law. He is called Arsen Frasier. He is the original bad boy. And I failed to understand that reality; I failed to stay away from him. I failed to lock my heart from my childhood sweetheart.

Injured, terrified, and on the run, Kisa never expected salvation to come wrapped in tattoos, scars, and steel. When she crashes-bloody and unconscious-into the garage of Slater Wylde, a brooding mechanic with a body built for sin, she wakes to more than just safety. She wakes to obsession... Slater is rough. Dangerous. Addictive. Precisely the kind of trouble she should run from, but his touch feels like protection and devotion. With Kisa's past still haunting her, she decides to lie low and enjoy a little bit of pleasure from the hands of a Wylde. There's only one problem: Slater has no intention of letting her go. Sometimes, the deadliest remedy comes with oil-stained hands and a possessive streak that burns through the soul.

Cole glares at Chris and his body stiffens then starts to shakes uncontrollably. Growls rumbling from deep within his chest. He pushes me behind him. oh no, there's about to be a funeral. Calvin moves out of the way as Cole takes a step up to stand right in front of Chris. "She is Mine!!" He roars in Chris's face and grabs him by the neck slamming him into the wall. "I am all she needs!!"Spit flying from his mouth. He lifts him up by his neck slowly so they are at eye level. Chris feet is dangling above ground. "Do you understand?! pup! " Stefani is crazy shy, a loner/nerd, and bit feisty. Cole is quiet, scary, and possessive. They both live in a world where werewolves coexist with humans as the dominant race and they are mates for life.

"Lie to me," she whispered, her brown eyes glazing with tears, "tell me that you won't leave me again, that I'm the only one..." she gulped, feeling her bottom lip trembling with emotion as she fought to contain her calm composure, "that...that you love me." He nodded, rubbing his thumb against her cheekbone, caressing the freckles he adored so much and whispered, "I will never leave you again," his ocean blue eyes stared deep into hers, the intensity making her weak at the knees, "you're the only one, Savannah." Blake touched her bottom lip, making it tremble harder under his touch and he gave her a lopsided smile, "And I love you." His lips pressed against hers gently, making her gasp in anticipation and it was the most amazing feeling she had felt since he had left her. Everything felt in place, in order, she felt at home. But she knew it wouldn't last and she understood; she told him to tell her a lie. But the sincerity in his voice and eyes was clearer than any crystals in the universe. Maybe, just maybe, they were just white lies. ~*~ P u b l i s h e d : 1 1 / 1 7 / 1 5 C o v e r : m e

"It was then my mother was set on fire." When Beatrice stumbles upon a crazed man in the forest she barely gets away with her life. Unable to convince anyone of his presence, she tries not to go anywhere near him again but that seems impossible when unfortunate situations arise and feelings change. Her life had always been relatively normal until she met him but she never thought it'd take a holiday to Crazy Town like it did. As the murder count piles high, and the supernatural creatures take residence in her small, quaint town, she must fight for what she believes is right while trying not to lose her mind over everyone's lies and deception. Believing to be on top of the game, she's in for a shock as she realises she must give up those most precious to her or risk endangering Earth to those with greed on their mind and blood on their hands. HUMOUR | ACTION | ROMANCE | PARANORMAL | FANTASY |

She wasn't that drunk. So the six-foot something creature rummaging through her fridge half-naked, at eight in the morning was real. Now here's the tinsy winsy problem; She lives alone. ------------------------------------------------ Let's just say Catherine Wright wasn't having the best day. Everything just wasn't going well-right. So after a couple of sips of wine, she ended up 'praying' for some kind of distraction instead. Who knew the heavens answered prayers from drunk women. Now Damon Grace would be exactly what she asked for. And a few other things that would make her wish she never drank at all. (p.s. It wouldn't hurt to check the tags this story is on) Copyright © 2015 Liz Martinez All Rights Reserved