"Do you know what to do, Amunet?" A voice as sweet as silk whispered into the young girl's ear. Amunet didn't look over her shoulder, but shifted uncomfortably on her bare feet before nodding her head. A soft hand touched her back and urged her forward. All eyes turned towards the girl dressed in transparent linen with her dark hair tumbling down her back and her violet eyes lined by kohl. Every movement caused the jewels on her wrists and ankles to dangle and shimmer in the light. She raised her head and found the Pharaoh's transfixed stare. His jade eyes narrowed in on hers and the room became still and silent. Amunet bowed and, at the pluck of a harp string, began to dance. --- DISCLAIMER: this story is NOT historically accurate. It does not take place in any real time period and therefore there will be inaccuracies and areas that don't make sense in the context of "ancient Egypt." CONTENT WARNING: though this story is not explicit (sexual or otherwise), it does mention more mature themes that may be troubling to some readers, including but not limited to forced prostitution and miscarriage. cover by @Addietay

Cover made by EmelineRousselot :) For years Claire has been having dreams about a man. A man with dark slightly curly hair and piercing eyes. She's sent to Morganville to attend a TPU. All to soon she runs into trouble and learns that this "boring" little town is anything but that. It's full of danger at every turn. Contains sexual content.

Sherwood Institute for the Magically Afflicted. A refuge for those seeking remedy from curses, hexes and other fantastical ailments. In one night, Ariel Winters went from socialite wannabe to cursed freak. Her heart is turned to glass by a vengeful witch and she is shipped off to Sherwood Institute to find a cure. While receiving treatment, she meets a demonic mobster with anger issues, a timid girl who grows a fish tail when water touches her skin, a beast boy who is kinder than his brutish appearance... As time passes, these damaged people slowly wind their way around her fragile heart. Can Ariel learn to trust them enough to let them into her heart? Or will her new found friendships shatter it before a cure can be found? This will be book 1 in what is tentatively titled The Sherwood Chronicles. Copyright © Melissa Lucas 2013 All Rights Reserved. No part of this literary work may be reproduced or used without written consent from the author. The images in the cover do not belong to me and all rights go to their respective owners.

~ retelling of Hades and Persephone ~ EVERY TEN YEARS, THE GOD OF DEATH TAKES A BRIDE. In the Kingdom of Minoa, a sacrifice of a virgin girl is given to the God of Death to try and appease the never-ending winter. She's accompanied by a male sacrifice, intended to be her guardian so that she can reach the Underworld safely. THIS TIME, SHE'S NOT A SACRIFICE. SHE'S A RECKONING. When Nerissa, a bold and willful young woman, volunteers to be the bride, she forfeits her human life. Along with her less-than-capable guard, Mercer, they make their way to the palace of the Underworld to meet her husband: the King of the Underworld, and Death himself. BUT AN ANCIENT CURSE IS BINDING THE KINGDOM... Death's bitter foe has cursed him, so that he spends his days awaiting the return of his love, Persephone, who will bring back Spring. One night with Death, and Nerissa will be granted half his power...and the ability to find her brother's killer. ...SHE HAS ONE MONTH TO OUTSMART DEATH. Despite their increasing attraction to one another, her husband insists on keeping her in the dark. Nerissa must use all of her guts and guile to do the one thing he's not used to: people outsmarting him. DEATH IS ABOUT TO HAVE THE (most problematic) TIME OF HIS LIFE.

The Bride of Death returns in the sequel to Little Saint Bride... HECATE'S CURSE IS LOOMING. Nerissa has been reunited with Nathaniel, her brother, but at a cost: Mercer has been taken captive by Hecate, her nemesis, and solving the mysteries of Nate's death has revealed a huge secret regarding the twins. SPRING HAS RETURNED FOR THEIR PRINCESS. Now, they're stuck between an old curse and a feuding court, and yet nobody seems to be making a move yet. Hecate has vanished, and Nerissa's family have yet to make contact. NERISSA AND HADRIAN MUST MAKE THE FINAL STEP. To break Hecate's curse, the two must marry and share their night together by the time the month is out. WHAT COULD GO WRONG? Until, unannounced, an envoy from Spring seeks to settle the peace between the two courts once and for all. Uncertain of whether he tells the truth, Nerissa instinctively distrusts the charming courtier, who wishes for her to take control of the Underworld throne. Meanwhile, the human kingdom is ravaged by a disease that's killing thousands of people. Alliances grow, however, in the face of an enemy far beyond anyone's realisation, and the truth that Nerissa might be the what they need to survive... A queen of sins and rebirth.

I trembled when we entered the room. I had heard there was nothing quite like make-up sex and even experienced it once or twice with Shane. But this...this with Myrnin was so much more... I was struck silent as I watched him remove his jacket and undo the cufflinks on his now unbuttoned shirt. He slipped it off to reveal his sinewy muscles that ebbed and flowed across his chest to match his mood - or my touch. My fingers ached to trace their outlines, but I didn't dare move. There was no doubt in my mind that he was in control tonight. He walked around to my back and I felt him slowly release the zipper on my dress. It fell to the floor and I was naked before him, except for my black and white stiletto heels. He returned to my front and looked at me slowly, his eyes lingering in appreciation along the curves of my body. I quivered, every nerve ending felt like a live wire, ready to explode at his faintest touch. He sat at the edge of the bed and released himself from his pants. He stroked his hard shaft and ordered roughly, "Come here." I trembled as I walked to him and stood between his legs. "Kneel." I do not own the characters in Morganville Vampires, just the story line for this little adventure. :) :)

"Most intriguing. You obviously know who - and what - I am, but you don't run." He leaned toward her and felt her body react. "Quite the opposite in fact," he murmured as he kissed her neck. Claire felt a shockwave of desire for him. She wasn't sure how long she would be able to think clearly. "Myrnin, wait...We have to talk...You have to remember," she said between breaths. "My dear, you needn't use such far-fetching pretext to gain my attention," he purred seductively. "All you need to do is ask and I will freely give to you. Not that I don't enjoy these amusements. You have intrigued me. Which indeed, is no small accomplishment." Her breathing was becoming shallow as he trailed kisses from her neck to her ear. Before she could stop herself, she found her fingers entwined in his hair. His voice was low as he stepped purposefully between her legs and slid her forward, right to the edge of the bed, to meet him. He growled softly in her ear, "Tell me what is it that you desire? Ask anything. I promise you won't be disappointed." Claire inhaled sharply, all intelligent thought gone from her mind. She felt his hand slide up her leg - the one sheathed with the hidden dagger - and stop. "My, my, my...Aren't you full of surprises? " he growled low in pleasure in his throat, "Would you like to try to use that on me? I think I might enjoy that game very much." She felt his hand gently remove the dagger and whispered against his lips, "No we can't do this. Not here, not now, and not when you don't remember me." "I will most definitely remember you," he kissed her neck and jawline as Claire felt his wandering hand continue to glide up her leg. "You are quite a contradiction, little Claire. Your lips say no, but..." He found what he was looking for and she gasped. He smiled wickedly. "Your body clearly says yes." Note - Story contains some sexual content and strong language. I do not own Morganville Vampires, just the plot to this tale.