Nour, 23 and a shifter hiding his true identity, lives with his older brother, Amine, 27, his brother's best friend, Rémy, 26 and Rémy's little brother, Matthias, 21. He knows they are trying to come up with a plan to kick him out, because nobody can handle his sarcasm and contempt for everything and everyone. It doesn't matter though, he can take care of himself and he doesn't need anyone's pity. He is FINE. More than fine. Warning: this is a BXB story, with VERY MATURE content. It also deals with sensible topics such as death, mourning and self-hatred. Copyright 2019: All Rights Reserved *** Cover by @yukikoking_94

I have been summoned home, back to the dry desert landscapes and the lush oasis estate home where I was born and raised until I was sent off to attend the western schools like most sons of wealthy Arabic families. I didn't want come back for the reasons that caused my parents to demand my return. I didn't want to have anything to do with my maternal Grandfather, but the ancient tyrant was dead and as a good son, I returned to the land of my birth and do what is required of me. If it wasn't for my angel of a mother, I would have stayed State side where I was happily enjoying my life and the freedom to be who I am as I managed our families multiple business corporations there. Now, I must see to the estate and business holdings the old man has left behind for the El-Hamin legacy once again expand its wealth. The maternal side of my family's money and its import and export companies has been finally released from the iron fist of the old man's control. Little did I know that when I inherited this responsibility, I also inherited something that will shock me to the core of my soul. An undiscovered secret that the aged bigot has kept locked up in a hidden room in the master suite of his palatial home. The bastard continued practicing an antiquated custom that the men of my line have long ago ceased to adhere to in these modern times. I found myself placed in a situation that will bring me to my knees and challenge the beat of my heart.

*Book one in the Hell's Company series* Lucifer was the brightest angel in Heaven, But in service of God, he was condemned to darkness. After thousands of years, the darkness took root inside him. ~ Ammi is a flame no one can extinguish Forged from God's holy fire to combat his darkness. A gift made for Lucifer. ~ He clucked his tongue disparagingly, shaking his head, "Tell me your full name." I groaned, running a hand down my face. "Fine. But I'm not explaining it to you." His face told me that I would if he wanted me to, but I soldiered on. "My full first name is Amirykal. Happy?" I muttered. His reaction took me completely by surprise. He blinked slowly at first, processing, then his face split into a wide grin and he threw back his head and laughed uproariously. I was hit with a wave of arousal at the sound of it-it was rumbling and husky, heating me up at the core. "What's so funny?" I grumbled, sure he was laughing at my expense. He looked down, that gorgeous grin still on his chiseled face, showcasing his lovely white teeth. "Oh, Kitten. Your name, Amirykal, do you know its meaning?" He asked, his voice sensual and erotic as he spoke my name. "No-I was found with that name." I answered struggling to keep my voice even as he slowly approached, like a predator would his prey. "Well, Love, I'll tell you. Amirykal means 'gift', or, more exactly, 'a gift from God'." He purred as he got closer and closer, so there was barely a foot between us. "And why is that funny?" I had a very hard time focusing on the conversation at hand with him at this proximity, using that lovely tone. "Because, Amirykal, I am Lucifer. And God made you to be mine." *HIGHEST RANKS*: #1 in Paranormal #2 in Supernatural #7 in Werewolf* *Takes many liberties on Biblical stories and has graphic violence and adult content. Please do not read if such things offend you.*

(Highest Ranking #76 in Romance) Chiara is a journalist. A good one. For the world to know that, all she needs is a scoop. Her instincts tell her that the Riders of Tyr have a few stories to offer to the public and she decides to expose them. Will her undercover act work or will she be caught by a tall, silent Rider with consequences she never saw coming? Ironhand is a soldier. A good one. All he needs is peace and quiet and for others to leave him the hell alone. But when the club is threatened by a journalist, he has to obey his King and take care of the problem. An enticing problem that won't shut up. Not all love stories start with flowers and romance.

Rage is the residential psycho of the club. Tormented by his own demons he lives in pain and agony, a constant state of rage. Everyone knows him as the Hellhound of the Riders of Tyr , known for his cruelty and the joy he gets from causing pain. To others and to himself. Loyal to his King and the club he craves for the liberation death will bring him. Till he meets Iris. Iris has escaped Hell and lives out on the streets till she surprises everyone and becomes a mechanic for the Riders. Afraid of her own shadow, plagued by the terrifying memories she never feels safe. Until she meets Rage.

Book 1 of The Secret Series Kacper had been counting since he was a ten year old boy. Subtracting years, months and now the countdown was almost over. Kacper was counting just a month before his 18th birthday which would mark the time he finally leaves his pack and join that of his mate. But fate had other plans for him. What happens when unfortunate events result in Kacper leaving home before the assigned time? And what if the idea of getting a loving mate is all but just a shattered dream? How will Kacper face it all? Is he strong enough to stay or will he go? Read and find out! Warning: BoyxBoy Awesome Cover By: SuperSonicPaGer

"She is looking over my shoulder and bites the corner of her lower lip in thought. I want that fucking lip. I want to own it, bite it, lick it. It's mine. " Vik has it all: power, women, looks. Man, he does have the looks! Enough to make women flock to him even if he wasn't a Rider. Vik is loves his fucking life. Or he would if it wasn't so empty. Twice already he hit on future Valkyries with no luck. Third time is the charm? Lysa grew up hard so she had two choices: fight or give up. Really, there wasn't even a dilemma. Lysa fought. Hard. It's in the genes after all. Will she put on a fight against the sexiest man alive? Or will she throw a white towel this time? The two of them will be thrown in the cage for a fight till the end against pain and fear. And fight a few enemies along the way.

Book 3 of HomeLess Growing up in a family was what most kids who didn't have one, would dream about. As he got older, however, A.J. found himself dreaming about the same thing... yet he had a family. He'd been loved by that family as a child, but as he grew, their attention slowly shifted to his younger brother. He came to understand that his adoptive parents would focus a little more on their actual genetic child, but he wasn't prepared to deal with how quickly he lost everything he had cherished. The packed lunches stopped coming when he turned ten. Eleven, the birthday parties ceased. At fourteen, his younger brother was 'too old' to have to share his room, so A.J. was moved to the small laundry room. At sixteen, there were no more 'I love you' or 'have a good day'. At seventeen, the lunch money stopped and the hateful glares started. Then the angry words. Everything he did was wrong. The dishes weren't clean. The laundry wasn't folded right. By the time he finally graduated, a few days after his nineteenth birthday, there was no more attention of any sort. They ignored him, except to tell him that his chores weren't done well enough and that he didn't deserve to eat until they were. A.J., desperate for some sort of attention, and honestly starving, tried one last thing to get them to at least show so semblance of caring, even if it was negative. He told them that he was gay. At nineteen, only a few days after his graduation, A.J. was kicked out of his home with an empty stomach, and an empty heart.

^Completed with minor editing^ When Soralyn Walker moves to a new home to escape a stalker that knows just a little bit too much about her life, she never expects to find others with her strange ability to morph into another creature. And the young adult would never expect to find a lion alpha that had the ability to irk her and make her stomach fill with butterflies at the same time. Read along and find out the obstacles Soralyn and her mate have to overcome to find happiness, even if that means enduring a few scars in the end. *I'm really sucky at writing descriptions; sorry. This isn't a story where some shifter meets the alpha and falls madly in love but is just as quick to suspect him of cheating because of some harlot in red whispering in her ear. There's nothing wrong with that sort of story, but I wanted something new. Please take a peek if you think this is something you might enjoy, just to spice it up a notch! Thank you!*

{BOOK ONE IN: The Alpha's Trilogy} I'd never seen eyes quite like his. It's like they looked right into my soul. I could feel my body tensing as he walked closer. I knew if I could hear my heartbeat, everyone else could as well. I took a deep breath and stepped forward, extending my hand toward him. "Welcome to the Autumn Fall's Pack, I'm Alpha Silas. It's nice to finally meet you, Beta." *Ranked Top 10 in BXB** *Ranked Number 1 in Packs* -All Right Reserved -Mature