Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

Is it fair to let a mistake define a person? .......... "Miss...?" he assessed my face with his calculative eyes, waiting for me to tell him my surname. The file was in front of him but he didn't bother to look into it. He wanted to hear it from my mouth, as if he wanted me to feel the guilt reverberating through each cell of my body. "Clara." I said, lowering my head so that I won't have to look into his eyes. "Clara Vincent?" he asked in a serious tone, his piercing gaze boring hole in my forehead. "Avery. Clara Avery!" I said, my voice thickened with guilt and embarassment. .......... Just when Clara Avery thought she was able to left her past behind, destiny brings her back to the place from where she started. Six years after she broke Aaron Vincent's heart, she is forced to work with him but after what she did to him, would she ever be able to look into his eyes? #1 in Young Adult (4/9/2019) #14 in Romance (20/1/2019)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "Crap, crap, crap, crap, crap!" Iris murmured lowly as she threw the stick that held her new found destiny towards the ground. Was this real? How could this even happen? Was she dreaming again? What the hell was going on?! She was pregnant. She. Was. Freaking. Pregnant... But how?! How could a definite dream spin such a realistic reality? The dreams had felt so real but she knew they had to have been fake because... Because there was no way it could have happened. It was as simple as that. There was no way she had slept with Eric Havok. Absolutely no way; it was just a dream. But then how did she end up pregnant?! He was the only person she could think of that had touched her... But only in her dreams, right? Iris couldn't tell what was real anymore! Because if he truly was the father like she thought, then that would also have to mean that he had glowed that night; his entire body. He had lit up like a Christmas tree and spoken in a language she'd never heard. No man does that after sex, right? More tears poured down her face as she collapsed backwards on the bed, her mind replaying the first dream from vivid memory... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Read to find out more! Just a F.Y.I the Mature chapters don't kick in until chapter 30（＾ｖ＾）

Charlotte Claridge lives a life dictated by her stepmother's whims. Sent to live with one family member after another, she finally arrives in Scotland, on the doorstep of a crumbling estate abandoned by its owner. With her aunt, she spends her days mending curtains and peeling potatoes, a quiet existence that changes with the appearance of a carriage bearing a coat of arms. From out of the carriage falls Lord Hartley Cowden, Baron Aldburgh. Drunk, unconscious, and bleeding, Charlotte and her aunt carry him into his ancestral home. As he recovers in Charlotte's care, Hartley confesses to a crime that nearly sent him spiralling towards his grave. But can she entrust him with her own secrets while coaxing him back from the dead?

Stanford sisters part 1 When Sir Reginald Stanford died, leaving nothing but debts, his eldest daughter, Verity, felt responsible for her younger brother and sister's future. The deeds of the estate were missing and no one, including their trustees, seemed willing to help. The only way to restore the family's fortunes lay with signing a contract with her nearest neighbour, Lord Melrose. Could Major James Mitford, the troubled infantry officer injured at Salamanca, stop Verity from making a terrible mistake. Or would his past prevent him from being able to help.

Elle's the wedding photographer and Dean's the most eligible bachelor and best man at the season's biggest wedding. Can Elle deny her feelings and stay professional, or will she give into her heart's desire and nab him while she can? *** After losing her husband, Elle Grace, ran away to a country town, determined to live life shut away with her memories. But when the once-prominent photographer dives back into work, she invites exactly the type of man she could fall in love with. Dean Stewart, wants her, as a wedding photographer, that is. Though taking on Dean as a client is strictly business, Elle can't deny her attraction. The more she ignores him, the more charming he gets, relentlessly trying to steal what's left of her broken heart. When the professional and personal lines blur and heads turn in disbelief, Elle is forced to choose: go back to the lonely life she planned for herself or give love, and Dean, another chance? [Inspired by a true story.] *** [Content warning: This story contains loss, grief, and themes of bullying.] Cover designed by Cat Neasby.

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

In the era where swords rule, where women consider their modesty their greatest virtue. Where a man would kill to find his wife warming another mans bed, a time when women would consider it the greatest of adultery or fornication to warm a bed other than her husbands. A time when an honorable man guards his gaze, for his gaze is solely for his wife alone, as well as his heart. He's feared, ruthless, cold, heartless, manipulative, cunning, a rake. Or so they assume... She's beautiful yet silent, not by a defect, she simply dislikes to mingle with gossip.Yet she has emotional scars that no one sees behind her smile, but a few. Cover by @forcade

Elena is on a mission to find her father, who was looking for the ruins of Kasadar. Prince Hassan trapped in the city time forgot, and hears about the strange woman in his country, bringing her to him, hoping to fulfil the legend, and set his people free. He must make her his bride. She has other idea on that. A modern day woman, who spoke her mind, and had never come across such a man before, a throw back from times past. However, under the magic of Arabian's Nights could they fall in love? Was she really a part of the legend that would set him and his people free? She does have her own secret that could ruin everything.

Clarissa Marie Valdez, a daughter of a con man, was chosen by King and Queen Academy, a prestigious school full of princes, princesses', heirs, and heiresses. Why was she chosen? Who chose her? How could she get out? And most of all what are they hiding from her?