On the night of the harvest moon the Crimson Maire Pack was destroyed by the rivalling Cerulean Mist. Or atleast that's what was believed until Damen, the new leader of the Cerulean Pack discovers a well kept secret, a little girl born and hidden. Maia grew up with not many friends but her dog Ryder and nothing to distinguish as memories. Her life exists in the woods were nothing is as the outside world portrays it, but something's wrong, the times are changing and nature itself demands that the Crimson Maire be set to rule once more. This doesn't sit well with anyone from the Cerulean Mist and now they will stop at nothing to get rid of her, the only survivor. There's just one problem, she happens to be the mate of the very head that they must try to please and he himself knows it. Damen knows that his obligations are to his pack but what about his heart?

Lily is a normal teenager, until her whole world gets turned around when she meets Jake, a sweet, caring, romantic guy that easily falls for his charms. Lily starts to fall for him until Jake hurts her and makes her do something that she regrets.

Grief-stricken over the death of the boss who was like a father to her, Olivia Bailey is left to deal with the aftermath--the arrival of his dashing but estranged son, Pierce Alexander. But she can't stand him and he doesn't trust her. Will working for the new CEO remain to be an impossible task? *** Olivia Bailey might be plain and boring, but she's content with her current lifestyle, working for the kind but lonely old man who owns Alexander Corporation. But his untimely death flips her simple life upside down. Now, she must deal with his estranged son, the heir to his business empire, together with the growing feelings building up between them. Will Olive manage to bear the pressure and issues cropping up along the way--or is this too much to ask? Disclaimer: This story won The Wattys 2014 People's Choice Award. Cover Design by Ashley Marie Bandy

"So, you've been on a date with each of us now." Declan said, taking a hold of Emmalee's hand and bringing it to his lips. Asher placed his hands on her hips, his own lips lightly caressing her neck as he pulled her close from behind. "Who are you going to choose? Me or-" "Me?" Asher murmured lightly nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. Emmalee felt herself shiver as Declan's mouth assaulted the other side of her neck. She was losing control. She couldn't think straight around them period, but when they both touched her like this it was completely impossible. How was she suppose to choose anyway? "Or you can have us both." They said in unison.

John Wilde had taken over as executive editor of New York’s leading fashion magazine just to create mayhem, Will thought bitterly. John wasn’t content with changing the magazine’s format, however. Now he was focusing his attention on Will himself, taunting and challenging, forcing him to admit that his desires as a man hadn’t died with his boyfriend. Will hadn’t felt so alive in years And he hated it!

Jake is your regular 18 year old who keeps having these dreams about his perfect boy. He can't get him out of his head no matter what and when Chris comes to town his heart won't stop pounding. He doesn't know why but he knows that there is something about Chris that is driving him mad.

Seventeen-year-old Scarlett Hayes is living her life by her own rules. Losing her parents at a young age has made her strong and fiercely independent. She knows exactly who she is and nothing is going to change that. Everything starts to change for her when she moves to a new town. She meets Cade Presley. He is domineering and arrogant which makes her detest him at first sight. She learns a secret that will unravel her perfect life and lead her into a world she never knew existed. Embracing her new life is difficult when it pulls her closer to Cade. Finding out you are destined to be with someone forever is hard to handle especially when you want to throttle them every time you see them. The attraction she feels for him is undeniable and there is no fighting destiny.

Highest Ranking: #1 in Werewolf Watty's 2015 Winner: Talk of the Town 11/23/15 "Literally the best werewolf book I've ever read." -@itsroma "*rereads 10,000,000,000 times and cries every time*" -@stilessparklez "#5thtimereader *I have to vote on all the chapters this time, that's how engrossed in the book I've become*" -@Forevertail "THIS BOOK SHALL BE IN MY LIBRARY FOREVER." -@team_breezyy ________________________________________ "What do you want?" He asked. I clapped my hands together and sighed. "To go home." His face instantly fell. He walked right into that one. "Well that sucks because you aren't going anywhere, kitten." I growled lowly at the nickname and crossed my arms. "Who says?" I argued. "I just did. Now stop acting like a brat and tell me what the hell you want to eat," he said frustrated. I rolled my eyes and turned around to exit the room. "Where the hell are you going?" He yelled at me. I stopped and turned around to look at him. "I don't want to have any food prepared by you. You're hands are probably just as dirty as your mouth. Watch your language," I stated simply and exited the kitchen. ________________________________________ © All Rights Reserved 2014

CONTAINS VERY MATURE CONTENT. "Katarina," my name passed his lips in a gruff whisper and I felt like I was going to melt into a puddle. Rafe's hands ran over my body as he backed me up to the bed. Everywhere our skin touched a fire burned within me. It consumed me. In that moment I wanted him more than anything. I was hyper aware of his hardness pressed against me and I bit my lip. Looking into his dark eyes I could see his desire. His mouth was on my neck, his teeth grazing the skin. I let out a moan as he hit my sweet spot and I could feel his body react to it. He pressed harder against me and slowly slid a hand down the front of my jeans, leaving a tingling path as he made his way. "I want you to say it Katarina," he said. I felt his hand stroking me and I bit my lip. There was no doubt I wanted more, and he wanted to give it to me. "Say what?" I asked, my voice strained as I tried to hold my composure. "You know what," he said sliding my shirt up, sucking on my exposed breast as he teased me below. I moaned again and I could feel him smile. He thrust two fingers in and my control started breaking. I couldn't remember the previous arguments with myself, I couldn't remember why I had been so afraid of him, I couldn't remember why I had tried staying away. All I knew was I didn't want him to stop, I wanted more. "Rafe, I'm-"