《《 Sequel to Zion 》》 The dead should say dead, for death hath laid his hands on them for reasons to never question. It took her death to find out the truth. <> Book Three of the Broken Crown Series (Can be read without book 2) "It was not her time to die, and it will not be her time to die until we have lived out our lives together in happiness" -Zion

(2nd book in the Temporary series) (Complete) Gavin McDough is a military man. Or more like was a military man. After devoting nine years to the Marine's he decides it's time for a new path. When he gets a message that his dad is sick he leaves. Sam Hartford is pretty much done with men. She wants nothing to do with them. Her brother, the gay optimistic, won't let her. Her charge, an elderly and very sick man, has a son. And she can't resist.

Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf | A Featured Wattpad Novel Her mate didn't want her, so the Alpha King claimed her. WARNING: multiple chapters are PRIVATE, meaning you must be a follower to read. Book One of the Broken Crown Series <><> "Zion is a breath of fresh air amongst the midst of werewolf stories... With no doubt, a twisting element of surprise awaits us all." -sayonaratui "I wish I could erase my memory and read this over and over again" -Ivona1950 <><> WARNING: MATURE, SEXUAL ELEMENTS, LANGUAGE, & DARK ELEMENTS

Her life was a lie. Her destiny, anything but ordinary. Celia Vargas thought she was just another teenage girl, blending into the chaos of high school. But one fateful night at a party, her world comes crashing down. Her mate, her soulmate, is revealed to be Theodore Wilder, a devastatingly powerful and enigmatic werewolf alpha, a leader whispered about in legends. And that's not the only secret. Celia isn't human. She never was. Thrown into a world she didn't know existed, Celia is forced to confront the truth about her past, her bloodline, and the weight of an ancient prophecy she's unwittingly entangled in. Theodore may hold the answers, but their connection is as complicated as it is magnetic. Now, Celia must decide: will she embrace her destiny in the supernatural underworld or defy fate and carve her own path? With danger lurking in the shadows and emotions running high, one thing is certain, her life will never be the same. The bond they share could save them... or destroy everything.

(Steamy!) Book three in the 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝑻𝒓𝒊𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒚. You must read book one, The Devil's Looking Glass and book two Angel's Silhouette in order for this story to make sense. Link to the first book in the series: https://www.wattpad.com/story/276812122-the-devil%27s-looking-glass-18%2B-%E2%98%91 Excerpt: This woman. She managed to give me a fucking heart attack while simultaneously making my dick so fucking hard the blood flow to my brain had been cut off. I stalked towards her, slowly undoing the zipper to the bottom of her ass, then grabbed the material and yanked with all my might, effectively ripping it straight down the middle. Geni gasped as she spun around, glaring at me. She really should know better by now. Ripping the dress from her arms, I then grabbed her and spun her back around, taking the tie that was flung over my shoulder and weaving it around her wrists, finishing in a secure knot. Leaning down, I nipped at her ear, tugging it with my teeth. "Someone was a very fucking naughty girl tonight." The shudder that ran through her body instantly had my dick straining against my slacks, ready to burst through the zipper. I walked her forward, pressing her against the cold glass of the large window at the front of the house, my knee nudging her thighs apart. "Damien!" She cried out, turning her head to look at me over her shoulder. "Someone will see us!" "Lucky them." I growled in response as my teeth nipped at her earlobe. Highest rankings: #1 - fighting for love #2 - regular updates #3 - against all odds #7 - meant to be #7 - Trilogy

Available on Amazon for a limited time! A sample is here. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00O2HYW42 Book 1 After being a researcher for over six years, Parker finds himself in a very awkward situation. It had nothing to do with his income, friends, or family...but it did have something to do with his job. At the end of a long day of work he decided to come by the docks and say hello to a good fisherman friend, Kenton. It was meant to just be a quick visit, then back home to start dinner. But nope, he stayed just one minute too long after his friend had left, did the one thing he swore he'd never do, and now he was heading home...with a darn merman!

#1 in Thriller /15-05-18/ "I want her", he says in a deep voice, causing me to shiver. His hair and eyes are the same color as the sky at night and his lips are curled up in a mischievous smirk. He reaches out his hand and gently touches my cheek and I take a step back, my eyes full of anger and fear. "Ah, feisty one, aren't you?" I hear him say as he leans in closer, trapping me between the cold wall and his tense body. Copyright © 2014

Muffy is 19 years old and lived by herself in the woods. She lived right outside the Blood pack territory. But she isn't human. She is what people call Fangs. She has fangs like a snake along with a snakes abilities. Her fangs are poisonous, the longer her fangs are in you, the more poison that goes in. Just a little bit will make you paralize , a little more will make you pass out, and a lot more will kill you. People see her as darkness for she is a serpent a serpent like one of that tricked Eve to eating the forbidden fruit. Now Muffy is always being mistaken for a vampire. She has been a prisoner of hunters for about a year ,When one night she finally escapes. Now the hunters are after her. Throw in a possessive Dominant alpha mate, plus a damn bimbo after her mate, and lovely hunters. Whens a girl to get a break? Being edited by @SilverMoon8978

Roxana kept her head bowed as Alexander stepped towards the captives of war, sweeping his cloak behind him. He passed by all of the women with the indifference and sobriety that rivalled their fairness and beauty. "The Bactrian women are eyesores," His deep, passionate voice ran out, earning the chuckles of his generals. That was when she realized that a pair of feet in leather soles had stopped before her. Slowly, she looked up. She saw a pair of metal greaves on strong, sturdy legs. She saw a kilt and scaled armour securely tied off at the shoulders. On the centre of his chest was engraved a sun with a face drawn on it. Then she focussed her eyes on his chiselled jawline, then at his arrogant mouth, and then his mismatched but clear brown and blue eyes. Roxana's eyes widened. This was the greatest commander ever known on earth, the one who massacred thousands of citizens who revolted against him in Thebes, the one who had burned down the palace complex of Persepolis in one night, and the one who never lost a battle in his life. She wanted to look away from his intense gaze. But she lifted her chin a little higher and boldly locked her gaze with his. "What is your name?" He asked, his expression stone cold. She felt his hand touch a lock of her long, dark brown mane. His gaze bore into her eyes so piercingly that she decided to cast her head to the side. "Roxana, my lord." She replied. "Who is your father?" "Oxyartes, mighty warlord and nobleman of Sogdia." "Ah, Oxyartes. I know him. I know him very well," He smiled. Then he bent down so that the tips of their noses were almost touching. She could feel his warm breath which turned into mist in the freezing winter air. Roxana shivered. "Tell your father that I have come," He whispered, "And that his people are now my people."

Anise never thought she would leave her father's house and orchard. She never thought she was very beautiful but she is chosen to be a concubine for a new prince. There is love, romance, mystery, and intrigue waiting for her in the castle. ....."Please stop! this is a mistake I just want to go home" I plead. He starts laughing as if I told him a funny joke. "I don't think so girlie!" He replies and then slaps my face with his hand. It was not too hard of a slap but the rings on fingers scratched my face. He then licks my cheek where he scratched and slowly moves his mouth closer to mine and and gently presses his lips against mine. I thought it would be more rough but I am surprised with the gentleness of it and feel myself melting and the need to catch my breath. "I do not think I will be able to get enough of you" he says......