SAMPLE ONLY!! Anelia Telford only cared about three things in her life; taking care of her sister, doing her job and staying off the radar. Being a loving and hardworking person she had no trouble keeping the former two in check. The latter? Well, that didn't exactly work out considering she ended up encountering a man whose comings and goings alone were a mystery at La Vida; the hotel she worked at. As if being manipulated by a whirlwind, her life gets entangled with Dexter Black's, a man she would have only used the words arrogant, annoying and sly to describe. But what happens when two people from two different tracks of life suddenly develop feelings beneath the dislike they have for each other? Will Anelia be able to handle the complications, manipulations and pain that come with loving a wealthy man such as Dexter? Find out in this heartwarming story where true love wins! ***

Highest rankings - #1 Controlling #1 Perfectionist #2 Boss *** "Let's say, sometimes things don't go the way we plan" ••• Felicity Miller is the definition of imperfection. She's clumsy, lazy and is always hungry. Even with a troubled past, she manage to bring smile on everyone's face with her innocently sassy attitude. When a night went wrong and she discovered something she shouldn't have, she finds herself in the middle of a huge rollercoaster ride of emotion, with lots of twists and turns. Asher Knight is the role model for perfection. He is literally faultless, wants everything neat and perfect and hates clumsy and messy people. But the twist is, he's also the heir of Lucifer Knight, which makes him the Mafia Boss. People are scared to cross his path. Because as they say: like father, like son. What happens when in his perfect -a little too perfect- life enters the definition of clumsy. Soon he finds himself caught in a dangerously amazing addiction; that imperfect addiction.

She wouldn't ever ask for mercy for that no one would show cruelty to her in the beginning. And in all his cruelty, he gained mercy in the middle of his inhumane ways. Mercy.

"He's not a monster! Elik is my mate. The holder of my heart. He's a protector. He's my protector." ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ ◍ ◎ Penelope thought her life was over when she was taken. The abuse lasted months, and there was no light at the end of the tunnel. That is until Elik came along, and ripped the door off of her cage. Literally. She knows he's different from her kind. He's not human. In fact, he's a 7ft tall muscular alien, and his kind have deemed him unworthy of taking care of a mate. Penelope knows different. She feels safe around him, despite his rugged appearance, and his deadly family history. Elik doesn't know what to think about the tiny female that is determined to stay glued to his hip. All he knows is that he will protect her no matter what, and he's determined to keep her. Even if it means snapping a few necks. [ book 2 of the Rytarian mates series. can be read as a stand alone novel ] *Rankings* #1 in safe - 3/14/20 #8 in Alien - 5/10/20 #4 in Rescue - 5/6/20 #5 in Abandoned - 5/6/20 #10 in Aliens - 3/18/20 #9 in Warrior - 5/10/20

Cruel, vindictive and murderous. His name lingered in every wolves' mind, the bitter hatred, all consuming. Tales of his victims were told to children all across the land to keep their wandering nature at bay. He was a walking nightmare, driving fear into all hearts. No one wanted to cross paths with him. But Lolita didn't have a choice in that matter, for she was his soul mate. Of course the paranoid King condoned this, for what could protect his daughter more than such a feared monster? But the truth comes out. Secrets are unveiled. Love overpowers darkness. So what're you doing this reading the synopsis?

The girl sat in front of him, shaking like a frightened rabbit. She was tiny, like a little bunny. He hadn't meant to wake her. Now this beautiful girl sat in front of him, trying to back farther into the wall behind her. He came home and she was there, sleeping in his spot. She probably had no idea, so he tried to let her sleep. ... Ian was homeless. He worked as a pianist at the local saloon and got a little extra cash to break up the fights. He slept under the stairs of the library, saving his money for the farm he'd always dreamed of. ... She didnt have a name. The orphanage had tried to name her, but she refused it. She didn't speak, not because she couldn't, she just wouldn't. ... Eon had no idea this tiny girl would have such a huge impact on him. This girl would be his world.

When the war started. We helped. We fought. Soon the humans were gone. Wiped out by us. But not before making a weapon that doomed us long after they disappeared. They invented 'Pithrax'. It killed most of us. The few that survived were hunted down, taken control of, passed around like property. Now we run, hiding in the shadows, the idea of getting caught is our own real nightmare. They took my Mum. They stole my sister. Now I run alone. I am Cecil. And I'm the last female. ****************** *WARNING: this story is based on a very animalistic future. The characters in this book are more wolf than human and act as such. This is an EROTIC SHIFTER WHY CHOOSE NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*

Book 2 of West Coast Witches. See Kitty's Witch for book 1. Lucian was a bad, bad dragon. Kicked out of the Goddess' favor because of his vain, selfish, anti-social, jewel-hoarding nature, he found himself tied to the one thing he couldn't possibly resist - a witch so sparkly, she's almost blinding. He'd spent an entire year basking in the affection of the brightest witch in the whole of the West Coast, right up until that f*cking cat ruined everything by revealing their biggest secrets, and now he's lucky if he can get a single shimmery pout from his twinkling witch. Well. He's just about had it with her insistence on ignoring him. He was a two-tonne dragon. A freaking dragon. With fire and claws and Goddess-dammed spinal spikes for f*cksake. He was going to help her get her clumsy friend back, eat the silly elf that took her, and make her glitter for him until he couldn't see straight anymore. All that sparkle was his, dammit, and dragons don't share their jewels.