When social services threatens to take away her younger sister, budding singer Kamree Philips must accept help from her young, attractive boss in order to keep her small family together. ***** In a kingdom filled with music and Destiny, Kamree Philips is perhaps the only individual who doesn't believe in love. She can't afford to. With a demanding job and a little sister to take care of, love is the last thing on her mind. However, when social services come to take away her younger sister, Kamree must accept help from her music producer boss, Daxton Cavenaugh, to keep her family together. Despite her notions on relationships, the more time she spends with Daxton, the more Kamree begins to question herself. Love doesn't exist...right? (Book Two of the Anonymous Series) (Can be read standalone)

2016 Watty Award Winner for Most VORACIOUS Read Sample only. This book is PUBLISHED! How do you tell yourself not to breathe? He is my mate, and she is his everything. But he chose her, against every single instinct that we both know. For that, I have been whipped, shunned, shamed, disgraced, and broken. All for one moment of madness, I could not control. After two years, I left, unable to bear the pain and loneliness anymore. That was then. This is now. I am back, and I am not the juvenile I was. I am now a fully grown female. I feel his eyes on me, but I can't. I won't. I shouldn't. Time has healed my wounds, but not the deep scars the whip seared into my flesh or his indifference to my heart. Each breath is a pain, and his scent overwhelms me. But I can smell her in it. He still will not give her up, despite his own body crawling with a deep, physical desire that only a mate can satisfy. I breathe: I exist, barely. I am a midwife. I bring life into a cruel world that haunts me every day, and the Doctor I work with is the only one in this pack who holds faith in me. He is the one person who stands up for me - and I feel light again when I am with him. What kind of life is this when two mates cannot be together, yet every part of their primal soul yearns for it infinitely? What kind of cruel moon would torture a she-wolf like this? I can't go on, but I must. Whatever happens, I must attend to my purpose and give my miserable life some meaning; perhaps I can snatch some joy in pieces, but now I see that he needs me - but he also wants her too. How do you tell yourself not to breathe?