Highest Rankings: #1 in Featured #1 in Werewolf #1 in Dragon #1 in Fantasy #1 in Adventure #1 in Action #1 in Series #23 in Romance "Lyzaria! What did I tell you about the forest?" My father scolds me sharply. I flinch at the anger in his voice and quickly retract my hand, inches from the trunk of the tree. "Sorry father, I couldn't help it. The trees are just so beautiful," I whine turning towards him. His face softens slightly and he scoops me up into his muscled arms. I wrap my small arms around his neck and bury my face into his shoulder. He hugs me tightly and carries me away from the forest. "Why can't we go into the forest?" I ask, looking over his shoulder to see the red and gold leaves slowly disappear from view as we climb the hill. "The forest is a dangerous place," he sighs. "How can something so beautiful be so dangerous?" I mutter in confusion. "The danger is in its beauty." **Cover by SodaliteSilver**

Highest: #1 in Action! Elena lives in a world where dragons are well-known to man kind and tamed by people who fly with them through the sky. Unfortunately, it seems that dragons can only be tamed by a person of the male gender, any females who even are nearby, have a 99.9% chance of being killed by one, the other 0.01% chance of getting away with major injuries. This leaves to Elena find life her boring, plain and has no life objective. She attends a normal school, with normal people. While her older brother, Jackson. attends a boarding school for those who can tame a dragon. She envies the life of her brother but accepts that she can't change her life. Well... maybe she can't change it. At the end of first day of new year at school, an unlikely incident puts her in a position no other female would like to be in. Face to face with a real life dragon. Is this encounter the one she has been waiting for? Or is it is the day she will change her mind on dragons forever? Read as Elena struggles to figure out her new life. How to act, what to do and say, read as her future is a lot more set than she would like it to be. Read as Elena, a girl who is not even close to normal, try to push through the journey, that some planned for her all along. **Cover by AutunmStars (thank you) *Started: 17/01/2017 EDITING

Acacia really only cares about cupcakes. Whether it's admiring them, baking them, or eating them. Her little corner cupcakery is her life and she is perfectly fine with that. That is, until fiery hot, tall, dark and scary strides through it's doors and completely flips her life upside down. (Paranormal romance BBW short story)

"Y-you," she stuttered, staring at the handsome man sitting on the sleek black throne, "you're..." He rolled his eyes, waving his hand impatiently and said, "Hades. Come on, say it with me. Ha-des." "Hades," Ariel breathed out, still not believing the sight before her. Every picture she had seen of the gods had not depicted Hades' beauty. The god sitting before her was not a crusty old man with a white beard; no, he was a Calvin Klein model. "Yes," Hades clasped his hands together and grimaced, "the God of Death and riches; that's me." Ariel nodded, still refusing to believe but knowing she had to and Hades' grimace turned even bitter, "And you, darling, will be staying with me for quite some time." ~*~ Cover: _nymphomaniac Published: 8/6/14

After being cheated on and abandoned, Alpha Dimitri refuses to ever love another woman again. His daughters, Sara and Sage watch as its consequences start to worsen over the years. When it gets to the point that he's known as the heartless alpha once again, they seek a solution. Their solution comes in the form of a beautiful woman named Rosalie. ~~~~~~~~~ "I do desire something..." he whispered in a husky voice, trying to escape the pull. She smirked and pressed herself against him, knowing the effect she had on him. "And tell me, Alpha, what is your secret desire?" "You'll never know." "Oh, I think I know." she murmured, running her hands down his arms. He swallowed, his eyes becoming hard once again. "It's not you."

I'm not who they think I am. A docile girl who meekly obeys her stepmother and stepsisters. Some kind of sick angel who cheerfully bears their mistreatment. That's what I WANT them to think. Because then they won't suspect what I'm really up to. The ball, the prince - it's all part of my plan to come out on top. Stepmother and her demented daughters will pay for every floor I have scoured, every sneer I have borne. They don't know about the white magic, how I use it to enhance myself. They can't see that my heart is black as midnight, rotten as a poisoned apple. They're about to find out.

Samantha wishes she were someone else. Anastasia, to be exact. Anastasia doesn't sit in the corner and read because she's too shy to talk to anyone. She doesn't keep trying and failing. Anastasia slays dragons. Of course, Anastasia is only a character in Samantha's story. That's what Sam does, she writes. She writes to keep the monsters at bay. She creates new worlds to escape into. And she writes to block out the cranky ramblings of her jilted father, who refuses to acknowledge the woman that ran out on them years ago. But Samantha finds herself thrown into a not so magical adventure when she discovers her long lost mother has been in town all along. She has questions that need answering, and a few arrow- accusations... she'd like to sling. But there are obstacles to storming the castle, her father for one. Either Samantha makes this her happily ever after, or it all ends in tears... Either way, the story is about to change.

After being put through one bad luck after another and two failed relationships, with the last one pushing her to put up her defenses by building a 'wall' around her heart, everyone thought Isla was cursed to be single for the rest of her life. She would have hit rock rock bottom if it were not for her friends. Now that she's almost recovered from every blow life threw at her, along comes Nadav - the dashing, captivating, straight out of a glossy magazine, Greek god who managed to catch Isla's attention and tear down the wall, brick by brick. But is he really worth it? Is he really worth putting her defenses down for? What if he turns out to be someone else she loathes? And then throw in to the complicated equation the equally handsome but too young billionaire, Roen. What he wants, he gets; by hook or by crook - and what he wants, or better yet, who he wants, is Isla. Will Isla ever destroy the wall and let her heart fall in love again? "You're my little spark of madness that consumed me completely. A madness that pushed me over the edge where no one can save me. I fell too hard - no, I'm still falling and I won't even let anyone save me because I like this feeling. You've turned me into a hopeless romantic. I'm addicted to you. I can't lose you, not now, not ever." - Nadav Thiessen ______________________________________________________________________________________ Copyright © 2014 by Yen Legaspi. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without prior written permission of Yen Legaspi. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The image used in the cover art is the property of its respectful owner.

"When will you accept me?'' Lucian murmured against my skin. The wonderful feeling only grew as he stepped closer, the thick muscles between our layers of clothing pressing against my back. He dipped his head. I could feel his lips against my ear when he spoke. "When, Victoria? I am tired of fighting with you. I know you want me just as much as I want you. Admit it." I couldn't. "Admit it, Victoria!'' Lucian's voice went deep when he raised it. Goosebumps prickled my entire body as he whirled me around so that we were face-to-face. I exhaled softly, hating the dominant position he had over me. Lucian wretched my chin up. His eyes were burning with a lustful smolder. "No." Oh, I would definitely get myself killed tonight. I knew my defiance was angering him further but saying I wanted Lucian would mean I was accepting defeat. And I didn't do that. Love was a game and I was determined to win it.