The heavy droplets of rain were slowly slipping down the hood of his leather jacket and a few effortlessly kissed his dark chocolate hair. »H…Hi.« I sputtered. »What do you have there?« He walked closer to me and gazzed into my eyes with his dark ones, that perfectly matched his hair, then lowered his sight towards the kitten, hidden under my jacket. »One lil' kitty found another.« He smirked, amused by his own joke.

- "What's wrong, gatia? You're too pale," he said softly, using one hand to brush my hair from my forehead. I happily basked in his touch, feeling comforted already. "I... uh," I trailed off quietly, not really wanting to say. I was suddenly worried of him thinking I was insane. Biting my lip and looking down at the ground, I took a deep breath. "I just... didn't feel c-comfortable. L-like someone was...w-watching me," I stumbled out pathetically, internally wincing. "Like... h-he was watching m-me," I added almost silently, the words slipping out almost without my permission. Almost instantly, his arms wrapped tightly around me as he tugged me into his very bare and warm chest, hunching over my protectively. I felt his chest vibrate as he let out a small growl, but instead of terrifying me like it should, it made me sigh in comfort. "You never have to worry about him, sweetheart, I promise." He softly purred, his voice still sounding rough even as he tried to lighten it. I liked the rougher part of his voice; it made me feel even more protected. "As long as I'm around, he'll never hurt you again; and I don't plan on going anywhere or letting you go anytime soon." - In a world where vampires and werewolves are very much real, Emily is stuck right in the middle. She was barely kindergarten age when she was kidnapped by a strong vampire coven. They stole everything from her and their main leader, Christien, quickly became obsessed with her; his favorite prize. But what's a vampire to do when a powerful alpha werewolf, Anton, saves his possesion? What's a poor Emily to do when that werewolf turns out to be her mate? Let's just say that Chrisiten isn't about to give up easily; but neither is Anton.

"A quiet, bookish girl who must overcome horrendous obstacles." • The Steele Family Series - Book 1 • Charlotte Locke-mega geek-has always been in love with her best friend's brother, Christian Steele. What is not to love about the man she deems, "Utterly perfect"? Aside from the fact that he is Bridgewalk's most confirmed player. She wants him with every ounce of her being, but she knows what he is, and she knows this is one mistake she can't afford to make. But what happens when said Player starts to fall for said Geek? Christian Steele-mega player-never noticed Charlotte until that one night in his parents kitchen. It was the night that changed his life forever. The cute, brunette staring up at him through mammoth sized glasses, with her large brown eyes, pouty lips and blush tinted cheeks, it is the image that haunts Christian's every dream. He wants her more than he cares to admit. But what happens what she won't have him? What lengths will he go to get the girl? And what lengths will she go to stop him? Can love truly conquer all obstacles?

(Second book to “Marked by the Alpha”. It is highly recommended that you read MBTA prior to IMH.) I, Daniella Saunders, had suffered quite a lot when I stayed in Huntstown, Michigan. Leaving my true soul mate, experiencing the betrayal from the ones I thought I trusted, and shifting into a rare type of werewolf is a whole lot on my plate. Because of my kind, I was a threat to the ones I loved. I did the only thing that I could do. I left Huntstown in hopes of learning more about myself and keeping the ones I treasured safe. My plan worked out … for a little while. The news of my mother’s death had brought me back to Huntstown – a place where I wasn't expecting to return to for another ten months. I also wasn't expecting the heartbreaks, the total chaos, and the shocking surprises that came my way. So, be prepared as I narrate to you the story of my chaotic life. * In need of major editing. (✓ = already edited.) *

After escaping from police custody, Clover tries to piece his life back together. Determined to return to home and be reunited with his family, he has to first elude the country wide man hunt. Will he be able to resist his old ways in order to remain undetected? After hearing that Colin has escaped, Summer and Becca prepare themselves for the inevitable; Clover is coming back for them. Will the police and their families be enough to protect them? Clover's coming back and he's determined to prove to the girls; 'You'll always be mine'.

Sometimes all you really need is a place to call home. * * * Being re-written completely as of May 14, 2021

They met in December.

She's just a girl, trying to find herself.

Highest Rank: #1 in Werewolf When eighteen year old Josephine Evans is out in the woods with her pack, they didn't expect to stumble across the biggest, baddest pack terrorizing another pack. Just when they're about to assist the terrorized pack, the alpha of the infamous pack approaches them. Theo Lupine is not known for his mercy, so when he walks right past her alpha and straight towards her, Josephine isn't sure what to do. But Theo knows exactly what to do with Josephine. "You are not allowed to run away." He growls at me and I glare up at him. "Keep in mind that you belong to me. You can hate me, but you can't leave. You are mine." ALL RIGHTS RESERVED Copyright© 2020

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)