"So." She mused, sliding one black nail across her lip in a sensual caress as she stared at me with eyes the color of molten gold. "You are the one they call Huntress." Disregarding the pain in my side from the most recent beating, I straightened my shoulders and stood tall, my chin jutting out in defiance. "Yes." "Mm." Those intriguing eyes watched me from her languid position on the throne. "But, you are not just a huntress, are you?" I allowed the predatory instincts I usually worked so hard to keep hidden, to surface, feeling the burning of my eyes and shifting of bones under my skin. A slow grin slid across my face as my beast stared back at her through my human skin. The Queen didn't react to my sudden change of character, instead choosing to lean forward in interest. "How fascinating." • Once, the world was ruled by humans and technology. They were governed by a president that made choices for all. Vampires, werewolves alike hid their existence from the humans for centuries, blending in as a whole. Now, they hid no more. States are now territories governed by kings and queens, humans are regarded and used for no more than their blood and body before they are discarded and forgotten. Werewolves and vampires were at war, and it was said that the wolves had all been but snuffed out, save for one. When Adira is captured while hunting outside her homeland, she is unexpectedly sold to the Queen in the North. Wolf blood is sacred, it is said to hold inexplainable powers, and as the only wolf-borne known to humans and vampires alike, Adira fears for her life. Thrown into a world governed by everything she's been trained to hate, Adira fights for her rightful place in the world, a seat at the Queen's side. But proving her worth won't be easy, the price for failure is her life.

(FORMALLY MR. POLITICIAN) He barely made a move before he felt a hand on his chest. He looked down to see Ama delicate fingers snaking slowly around his tie, tugging it gently until he was facing her. She pulled him closer, close enough for his arousal that had grown throughout the meeting was to press against her stomach. She smirked wickedly. "You should watch where your eyes wonder Mr. Banks." She whispered, fanning warm breath across Graham's neck. It ignited his excitement, making his hard-on grow harder. He slid his hand round her waist, taking his time to go over the curvature of her body, the leather of her corset before gently groping her buttocks. She was so beautiful. "And how could you expect me to keep my eyes off such a desirable woman Miss. Jenkins." He said into her neck, inhaling her scent and peppering light pecks from her ear lobe along her chin. He chuckled when he heard a small moan escape her lips. "Oh I don't expect you to." She said, pressing herself further into his groin, extracting a soft grunt from him in turn. "I myself won't be taking my eyes off you any time soon." _________________________________ Graham Banks was a typical mogul. Young, dashing, rich, dark and mysterious with a an arms length list of women at his beck and call; a mysterious past that keeps him detached. With the presidential campaign in full swing, he uses his fathers growing popularity to draw attention to his own ideals and things that he thinks are important. Ama Jenkins doesn't take grief from anyone. If you've got a problem with her, say it to her face, or stick it up your backside and move on. She's a strong black woman who fought for her place in society and is determined to campaign for women just like her. But her past haunts her, and causes her to live a double life. After an unfortunate run in at a night club, these two find themselves wrapt in each others toxic attraction, and fighting for more than just change in the world.