BamBam was a rather poor witch. That was why she ended up banished. Too many broken rules had her banished to the outer edges of the Territory. She was stuck just on the edge between her world and that of the Werewolves. Not that she cared much, she was still bitter about the banishment to care much about anything. That all changed when she nearly crashed her old truck due to one large, hulking werewolf with a child clutching onto his pant legs. BamBam had been hesitant at first, untrusting of the werewolf named Ren but one look at the sodden child and she melted. She brought them home, cleaned them up and soon learned that her life was now at the center of a dark magick spell and a curse six hundred years in the making. Because Ren had taken a child prophesied to be the end of the curse attacking both the Territory and the Werewolves, BamBam was now stuck on the edge of a choice. Give the child back and return her status as a formidable witch and let them end the curse without a glance backwards. Or keep the child and Ren safe and away from those seeking them both and let the two species figure out their own demise. A hard choice for one creature to make but BamBam knows there is only one choice that will finally give her what she had craved for, for so long. Something or somewhere she doesn't feel out of place and alone. It is a choice that will change the course of the future. What or who will BamBam choose? Tick tock Can't stop the clock

A young priest is forced into an arrange marriage which comes with the set of rules. Rules he is bound to break even without knowing the price.

The world is filled with creatures of magic. Some were good once. Most have always seen mortals as nothing more than food and spell fodder. For hundreds upon hundreds of years the brought havoc to mortals, tipping the balance in their favor. The gods whom had created mortals grew saddened by their inevitable extinction. They wished sorely to prevent the creations of demons from destroying what was once so beautiful. So saddened by the incoming loss, Luna goddess of the moon and life shed tears from her perch in the stars for she, more than any god was forced to bare witness to these atrocities. Her tears dripped from the sky off the ends of the stars, falling to the world into the forests she loved so. They coated the beasts she adored more than her own soul. The wolves who loved to chase the stars she would throw morphed before her very eyes. Seeing them standing beneath the nights sky, not man not beast, she knew. Her wolves would put an end to the horror against mortals. They would bring balance to this world. ~~ The children of the night? Leaches. The fae? Drunken partiers with a taste for murder. Merfolk? Fish sluts with a taste for human flesh. Trolls? Morons of the highest caliber. Zombie? Bastards of witches. Witches? Vile little whores who turned their back on humans for power. Werewolves? The beasts who hunt them all.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.

In one night, Freya's whole world changes when she is claimed by Eirik, Alpha of the Ice Paw pack. Savage and stuck in their Northern traditions, easy-going Freya who wears her heart on her sleeve struggles to conform to Ice Paw's way of life. And when her mate expects her to give up who she is for the sake of the pack, Freya has to fight for not only her own freedom, but also for the love of her mate. But when does is become too much? Will Eirik's cold heart be cause Freya to flee?

*Chosen Mates* Mary Elizabeth Carter have gone through the Mating Ball for five consecutive years with no luck in snagging a mate. She didn't care if had a rank or he wasn't all that attractive. All she wanted was to be mated and sated. Yes, that's right. Thoroughly fucked. Now, at the age of twenty-five she was well on her way to be hung on the spinster shelf for the unwanted. She decided to break out of her shell and instead of waiting for someone to notice her. Get herself noticed. Her target was Beta of the Stonewall Pack. Luring him into a dark corner and planning to give the kiss of his lifetime, she gave it all. A kissed that took both of their breath away. The kiss led to an almost fairytale ending. Everything was going smoothly.... except she didn't kiss the Beta of the Stonewall Pack. Mary had accidentally snogged the most eligible bachelor that all unmated female werewolves have been pining for---Alpha Ryker of the Stonewall Pack.

After escaping from the werewolves that wanted her dead, Marcy Davins is living the life as an art curator in a south american museum. She's got a new name, a new job, a new boyfriend, even an adopted daughter... All in a world recently introduced to the supernatural (thanks in part to her). But no matter how many times she changes her name, no matter how many lives she pretends to lead, she can't escape her past or the eerie demon claiming to be her familiar. When a familiar face returns to tell her that Connecticut's new sheriff has abducted her college roommate, Marcy is forced to return to a home she never wanted to go back to and confront demons she never knew she had.

Marcy Davins has been a cat person for as long as she can remember. She doesn't like dogs, let alone wolves. But when the pelt of the Talon pack's missing Alpha shows up on her doorstep, she finds herself under investigation by the charming peacekeeper of Connecticut packs, Sheriff Caelan Harlowe. Marcy doesn't want anything to do with were-people. The sooner they're gone, the better. But when the murderer returns, she finds herself drawn closer and closer to the sheriff despite knowing that at the end of supernatural investigations, humans like her always end up dead. Book One: Dark Side Book Two: Wild Side Book Three: Thorn

Hill was trying to balance life as a Luna to one of the strongest packs in the world, yet still be enforcing rules of what was right and wrong. Her wolf wanted no part in this new chapter and she was still trying to learn how to control her. How was she meant to discipline Alphas who knew her own mate was unable to mark her. Hercules was trying his hardest to be patient but sometimes he was losing the control he had. It didn't help that he knew someone was after his mate, and he would do anything to save her, even if it meant breaking the law and to be handcuffed by his mate for a second time.