BOOK 4 COMPLETE Kaden is the Beta of Blackstone pack, and while fated mates are part of his world, he never gave much thought to finding his own, or at least he didn't used to. Kaden goes off on a long run to get away and feels a strange, indescribable pull. As he moves farther into California, he finds his mate, but what should be a happy moment is shrouded in darkness as he ventures into her world- a world of darkness and danger unlike anything he's ever experienced. Violet's been labeled a genius and prodigy ever since she was a child, and she hates every moment of it. After escaping from the limelight, she lives in a world of secrets and fear- fear of being found, of being trapped like she was before. She keeps everyone else at a distance and tries to drown the grief and the pain of her past and present with self-medication until the day she can finally get the justice she's worked so hard for. Promises she made years ago stay fresh in her mind and she does everything she can to keep them, even if it means crossing the boundary of legality. Her trauma-engrained mind won't let Kaden get close to her without precautions but as she looks into his life, she finds things that aren't adding up and make her question what he's hiding. "Violet?" That single touch made the rest of me feel more alive than I had in years. Under his hand, under the clothes, against my skin, was a scar that contributed to me turning off all feeling, and yet one touch from him and it was all coming back, like I was learning how to be alive again. Maybe not even again, maybe I was learning for the first time. My hands had a mind of their own as they slid down his chest. He inhaled sharply, his hand tightening on my hip. I bit on my lip, knowing this was stupid, but I couldn't stop. "Seven minutes in heaven it is," I said, sliding my hands down his torso, the muscles of his abs tightening under my touch. "But no kissing." "I don't need to kiss you to be in heaven with you."

***COMPLETE*** Series coming down Nov 1st He asked me to tell him why I loved the cello and I told him but I wasn't expecting his response. "The way you describe it is so beautiful. Reminds me of what it feels like when you're really making love to someone." "Uh no. It's nothing like that," I said. "Oh I think it is. Perhaps you've never really had someone make love to you. It's euphoria and relaxation all at once if it's being done right. All those touches," he brushed his fingers against my neck and I shivered. "All the arousal," he stepped closer and dropped his head next to mine, his hot breath hitting my skin. "All the kisses in all the right places," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. "You can't tell me the feeling of someone filling you up and caressing your body slowly, over all the curves, all the peaks, into all the crevices while they move in and out of you, with you, making your own music with all the moans and whimpers." Emery Barner is in a long-time relationship with her highschool boyfriend, but things aren't going exactly great between them. She's struggling to support them both and trying to go to school for music, working several jobs at once. One of those job is to do what she loves: play the cello. She plays at a fancy, romantic restaurant where most people walk right by without appreciating the heart she puts into her playing, until one night when she's approached by two businessmen, one of which catches her attention more than he should. Milo Sanders, a billionaire businessman on the spectrum, is scrambling to find a replacement musician for his upcoming charity event after the one he had lined up was stolen away. Milo is stewing in anger over dinner at the loss of a popular musician, he discovers a cellist playing at the very restaurant he's in. He never intended to want anything from her except her musical talent but the more time he spends with her, the more he finds himself wanting much more from her.

*COMPLETE*** "You're not playing fair," I whispered, shuddering when I felt his lips and the stubble on his jaw brush against the side of my neck. "I don't recall making rules," he said, lifting his head, our noses nearly touching as he stared into my eyes. "If there aren't rules, then I can't be playing unfair." "Friends don't talk this close," I said as he took a step closer. "Or touch this much." "Friends also don't respond to their friends' touch the way you are to mine," he said, bringing his hand up to my jaw and tilting my face up towards his, his lips centimeter from mine. "I personally think you set our friendship up for failure by assuming our connection could be ignored. I've never been good at friendship anyway, I say we try something I could do better at." "What could you do better at, Milo?" I asked, a shaky breath escaping me as his lips leaned in closer and only turned away from mine at the last minute. His lips brushed against my ear as his hand moved to the back of my head, threading through my hair as he whispered. "Us." Emery has been in Europe the last eight months. She deals with the challenges of being a growing star with sometimes overly interested fans and people coming back in her life now that she's succeeding. Not only that, she had to nurse a broken heart with her lover, Milo, and was doing the best she could, so good she met someone new. It seemed the new man in her life was more than enough for her feelings for Milo to dissipate, or at least she thought, until Milo contacts her. Milo's been going through some intensive personal growth as his psychologist works with him on some unresolved issues and challenges that went undiagnosed when Milo was a child. Milo is in the process of learning to break free from poisonous words that filled his head as a child. Through it all he had one goal in sight: to be well enough to be with Emery. He works up the courage to contact her but finds a lot can change in a few months.

Vierne Obolensky is the last heir of the Obolensky family, the family of Earls in Moscow, Russia. With a demigod's destructive powers in both her hands, she killed everyone who touched her, leaving her alone in an abandoned mansion away from human civilization, waiting for a peaceful end, until she meets music, music in human form. As he takes over her days and nights, she is lost in his ocean blue eyes. Those eyes that invite her to kill again, this time, to secure a position as the most powerful mediator between gods and humans, the ruler of death, the judge of purgatory, a Gatekeeper. As they go on a journey of self-discovery, they meet other magical beings, exorcists, gods, devils and star sprits. Music falls prey to his old deeds under a fatal curse. "My death awaits me," "Not if I rule over death," With a sweet savage and a romantic pervert by her side, will such a sheltered girl ever get to the Gatekeeper throne every demigod wishes for? Dear Ms Lady Demigod Copyright 2018