Mature Content [17+] Terribly good things await Alyssa when she lands a job as a spy. Even if infiltrating the Black Lair Clubhouse to steal a ring from the Lord of the Underworld is risky business. Three women have already lost their lives attempting such a feat but Alyssa is determined she will be the first to survive. There is just one problem. Dale has three close, notoriously dangerous men that protect him at all times. Imposing, armed and highly intelligent, the four gangsters together, are known as STRIKE. They lead the Gang of Shadows; where Misfits with mutated Gifts awarded by a Dooms Day now a century past, rebel against the Government in Frankincense City [FC]. Will Alyssa complete her mission for the government organisation who hired her... or will she take the other positively evil alternative? Because, STRIKE might just have a better place for The Diamond Spy. That is, if she is partial to the idea of being shared by the four evil villains of FC, who all have the worst kind of intentions. *VERY INTENSE BDSM THEMES, REVERSE HAREM: M/M/M/M/F*

"Talk of the Town" Watty winner! Gianna is a Seer : blessed with visions and dreams from the Moon Goddess. Alpha Gabel intends to be the first Alpha King in five hundred years, and his ruthless cruelty and ambition are without limit. Gianna and their Bond are his toy, nothing more. Taken against her will, Marked without consent, and forced to play Gabel's cruel games, Gianna vows to be the one soul that Gabel never conquers. /** This is a short sample of a published book. The full book is for sale world-wide at Amazon, iTunes, Kobo, or Barnes & Noble. :) **/

He was the Moon's Dark Comet, and served Her anger. For the accumulated sins of our kind, he had been unleashed. I was an Oracle, the Balance-Keeper, to see that the Comet did not sway from its intended trajectory. We had always been these things, and we were those things before we were anything else. Complete trust and faith were for fools. /********* This is now a sample of a published book. *************/

'I was falling. And he was going to catch me. I just knew he was.' For Megan Walden, life is all about perfection. She's the perfect friend, the perfect wife, the perfect office dogsbody, but what happens when she makes a decision that cracks the glass protecting her perfect little world? During a night-out in the shadow of her effervescent best friend, Megan meets Harper Cain and is instantly intrigued by the mysterious tattooed rocker-type with his trace of Bostonian accent and brooding darkness that lurks behind his smile. Knowing instinctively that she is playing with fire, and yet finding herself inexplicably drawn to the irresistible Harper, Megan embarks on a course that will destroy the foundations of her whole world and force her to question everything and everyone she has ever known. Plunging headlong into a nightmare she cannot stop, Megan realises too late that playing away with a mysterious stranger is the least of her worries. It's time for her perfect life to come to an end Will Harper catch her? Or will Megan be able to save herself?

'Whitechapel. The East End of London. Streets of tawdry degradation and grisly dark crimes of unlimited horror.....' From the comforts of London's middle class suburbia, to taking refuge in an old abandoned asylum in Whitechapel, Megan's life has changed immeasurably since meeting the vampire, Harper Cain. Now living with Harper, his blood brother Garrick and Garrick's gang of mercenaries, Megan finds herself at the centre of an age-old war between the vampires and their enemies, the lycan-esque Varúlfur. Still struggling to cope with the turn her life has taken, Megan discovers that not only is she unable to escape the ghosts of her past, but she is going to have to contend with some very dark revelations about her future. A vampire with the history of Whitechapel running through her veins she might be, but Megan will soon learn that there are far worse things to be frightened of than ghosts.

'Praying for the Devil?' With the war between the vampires and Varúlfur more brutal and blood-thirsty than it has ever been, Megan Garrick has been forced to seek sanctuary with the one person she hoped she would never have to turn to. By her side is her ever-constant companion, Lucius, the little boy who holds the key to opening the Gates of Purgatory and behind those gates awaits The Smiling Man himself. Now Megan fights a race against time to find the one being that can help her win the war once and for all. But where do you even begin to search for an Archangel? It seems the answers could lie within the journal of a seventeenth-century vampire and Megan just has to identify all the clues. Can she find them all before the Gates are opened?

Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. There's one rule shared between the island's tribes: don't touch the water. When Cressa-la breaks this law, her world, and body, changes. Sure, change is normal... but when has growing scales ever been normal? • • • Watty Award Winner 2015: Best Use of Visuals • • • Each baby born beneath the waves is killed--with one exception: the one hundred thousandth is spared. Among the spared, magic chooses a rare few, connecting them to the moon or sea. These are the One-Hundreds, mermaids and humans with the power to save the world-or corrupt it. When Cressa-la breaks the first rule of her tribe and touches the water surrounding her island, everything she knows turns on its head. Talking, sinister dolphins, mind control, and a whole world just under the waves await her on her eigteenth birthday... but she never asked for any of this. All she wanted was to become a Tribe Leader and take care of her village. It's amazing how one screw-up can change everything. A relentless darkness reaches for her, wanting her affections for his own twisted purposes. In opposition stands a fractured light, haunted by a painful past where corruption eroded friendship. Unless Cressa-la can bring the darkness to his knees and fight the war raging inside, the world is doomed. • • • Content warning: This story contains themes of depression and violence.

I curled under the jungle gym and cried my eyes out. Suddenly a shadow hovered over me. I looked up saw a boy about my age staring at me with a Unknown expression. He bent down and wiped away my tears with the pad of his thumbs. I immediately stopped crying and looked into his bright Emerald eyes. "Why are you crying?" He asked and I looked down. "Because I know that'll never make friends here" I said quietly. He was quiet for a minute before finally speaking up. "I'll be your friend" he said quietly while looking into my eyes. I smiled a toothy grin. "Really!?" I asked and he nodded his head. "You'll be mine" ~~~~ Ranked # 2 in Werewolf on 7/13/17 Beautiful cover made by: kaori_nakahodo STARTED: JUNE 28, 2015 FINISHED: AUGUST 22, 2016 EDITING: ON GOING

“Did you really think that you could call me here and I’d just fall into your arms?!” she shouted. Without giving him a chance to speak, she continued. “I’ll just bet you did. Well, guess what dragon boy?! I don’t want this! I don’t want you! I didn’t ask to be brought here t-to…” Scarlett faltered in her words, quickly taking a step back as he approached her. His eyes blazed at her, a fierier of passion and anger. He stalked forward, following her step for step until her back was pressed against the cold hard ridges of the wall. “Don’t lie to me, Scarlett,” he said, his deep timbre sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. His hands came up to rest on the wall beside her head, effectively caging her. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel what’s between us.” With each word he lowered his head, until the last word was spoken against her lips. His mouth opened and his tongue flicked out, brushing over her bottom lip, as he continued to stare into her eyes. She felt that flicker of his tongue to the core. She stood there, her body responding to his close proximity. How could he do this to her? He wasn’t supposed to be able to do this to her. He was a dragon-man for goodness sake! “I’m more than a dragon, Scarlett,” a new voice said. “I’m a man too.” Scarlett’s eyes widened as her gaze shot from the man before her to the man behind him. What the hell? She looked back and forth between the two.