WARNING : THIS NOVEL CONTAINS DARK AND MATURED CONTENT. IF IDEAS SUCH AS DARKROMANCE, POLYANDRY, NON CONSENT, ABUSE, RAPE, KIDNAP, CHARACTER DEATH MAKES YOU UNCOMFORTABLE KINDLY DO NOT READ. A girl is forced to return to her hometown after several years of staying abroad only to find herself being forced to participate in an age old unusual tradition of their community . Will she be able to make her escape and fight against the powerful families and people of her own community who would do anything to preserve their traditions and customs or will she get trapped there forever like most before her who had tried to escape it or fought against it. They knew that she belongs to them ever since they saw her for the first time but unfortunately her mom took her away but in all these years they never gave up waiting for her . So when she returns after so many years they would do anything to make have her even if it means keeping her a prisoner against her will.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

first book in the Paperweight series. - ❝He thinks that if all that is wild and beautiful in the world wound up in one person, it would be her.❞

Why hello readers! Okay, so here's the introduction to my life Hi, my name is Alexis Black but most people just call me Alex and here is my life story. I am a seventeen year old, velvet red haired, brown eyes, tan skinned really crazy, bad ass girl who has the power to move things with her mind and read people's minds. Yeah that right! I can read your mind so you better think twice about your thoughts before thinking them! If that made sense...oh whatever do it anyways! I live with an evil, famous, fashion designer, and business owner, gorgeous biological mother who hates my chocolate loving guts! Thanks to the monster that came into our lives and destroyed them! Along with my mother, I live with my step sister that was left behind by the monster. My step sister is a real big meanie bo-beanie who is adored by my mother. My mother hates me and loves my step sister. Isn't it suppose to be the other way around? WELCOME TO MY LIFE! Don't worry there is much more to my life then just this. The thing is I just don't know about the more part of my life just yet.

When Katra was six years old her father married her to Arne. She grew up knowing his name and having flashes of him in her memories. Now he is back and ready to claim the child he left. Arne had returned from making new trade. His child bride is now grown and it is time to claim his bur. When Arne rides into the courtyard he is surprised to see the young child who showed promise of beauty grown into more then he thought could ever be. Arne is Jarl ready to claim his bride. A warrior ready to claim what is his. Katra is a princess. A shieldmadien. Arne has no idea of the fierce wife he will face. Yet in the forest there is a dark force that will the see the couple fall so that he may claim the shieldmadien as his. Will he win?

Isabella, future queen of Gardia, unlike any lady of her time, is no damsel, but a fierce warrior. Though respected by men and shunned by women she fleetingly wonders what it would be like to fall in love. The Head Knight of Jaria, enemy nation of Gardia, Aiden has resented women for most of his life and relishes in the fact that his job keeps him out of their conniving clutches. What happens when war threatens and stoic Aiden meets the formidable Isabella? Sparks fly in more ways than one. Cover by DemeterLucy