[COMPLETE] Lot Maguire gets you right in the heart. Literally. Lot never believed in love. Now she may be falling for two old vampires. She thought being Bran's paid mistress/fake wife would be easy compared to eking out a living on the streets of Victorian London. But his gentleness and vulnerability is bringing out aspects of her that she denied existed and making her 'simple' life very complicated. Josef, Bran's 'best friend', is another complication. Lot thinks she has him figured when they first meet but there are cracks in his confident persona nobody else seems able to see and something Lot doesn't understand keeps drawing them together. After another vampire beats Bran, Lot feels compelled to hunt them down and punish them. She transforms herself into the vigilante, The Reaper; prowling London's rooftops to take revenge on abusers, putting her on a collision course with Bran's abusive maker. It will take all of Lot's cunning (and heart) to save the dude, get the guys, and live chaotically ever after. A slow-burn polyamorous gothic romance/horror with vampires, vigilantes, and Victorians. Victorian Mistress is Book 1 in the Book of Lot saga. Content Warning: Sexual content and humour, violence, references to physical and emotional abuse and self-harm, depictions of anxiety, depression, and trauma.

WARNING!!! MATURE content for 18 years old and above!!! If you're an INNOCENT or NOT AN OPEN-MINDED reader, please refrain from reading this story! Carina ran away from Regan years ago after she found out about how he used and deceived her. But Regan searched for her and didn't give up until he found her. Now that they saw each other again, is there another chance for both the of them? This is the sequel of SHE'S MINE, EXCLUSIVELY MINE. #7 in romance 15/10/19 #24 in love

🖤The completed version is now available on Inkitt🖤 (link in bio) Highest ranking: #1 in Paranormal First book in Angels, Gods & Demons series ** All my life, I've been thinking about the same thing...That because of who I was, I was destined to be alone forever... But who would've thought, that I was actually destined to be bound to Death himself? "His fingers went under my chin, coaxing me to look back up at him and as soon as I did, my heart started racing again, noticing the way his haunting eyes were now trained on my lips as he huskily said those two words again, "Forgive me." And before I could utter a single word, his soft, plump lips crashed against mine in a chaste, yet passionate kiss, sending warm tingles all over my body, making my heart almost jump out of my chest as we stayed like that for a few moments, before he suddenly pulled back, staring at me a little shocked, only now realizing what he had just done, then turned around and quickly walked away, leaving me standing there, speechless." **

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.