an·dro·pho·bia | \ ˌan-drə-ˈfō-bē-ə noun : an abnormal dread of men : repugnance to the male sex Thea is the definition of sweetness. Whether it be stopping to talk to a homeless person in the streets or volunteering overtime at her local charity shop, she feels the need to give and not take. Although that comes with disadvantages of its own, the effects of a strange phobia of hers only make her life more difficult: her growing fear of men. And when she meets the most terrifying of them all, she is forced to ultimately confront her fear. In the form of a murderous member of the mafia by the name of Synn, that same uncontrollable terror that she experiences in the presence of a man only sparks an interest in him. But unbeknownst to Synn, a man who revels at the tremor of his enemies, he cannot figure out why her wide, teary eyes do not give him the same pleasure. Why does that same terror-stricken look on Thea's face only make his heart clench with pain instead of content? #1 in Hot #1 in Fear #1 in Scared #1 in Sweet #1 in Kind #3 in Cute #5 in Love Cover done by @kimtherespeopledying

"Marley," he groaned against my neck when I detached our lips, needing to breathe. "Let's take this to my room," I said, cupping him through his jeans. "I have a nosey neighbor and I don't want her to see what I'm about to do to you." ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ *Longer description inside ;]

Book 4 of The Claimed Series Lena and Webb planned a life together. When Lena's mate passed after a short courtship, Webb had taken it upon himself to pick up the pieces and stitch her back together. Years later, Webb and Lena are together and wanting to start a family of their own, but when a new member returns to their community, all their hopes of forever together are dashed and Lena is left to make a terrifying and heartbreaking decision. "Hey." I turned around, not to see someone young, just barely out of his teens, but a grown man. A grown man looking at my Webb like he could lick him all over like a dripping soft-serve ice cream cone. My smile faded as I took in Webb's serious countenance. Dead serious. No. No. Not now. I slipped the test into my back pocket. "Hi," I said. "Listen-" he started to say. "No," I interrupted. "I get it." I looked over at the strange man - my man's true mate - and stuck a hand out. "I'm Helena. Nice to meet you." Not. "Hugo," he said, taking my hand gently. "Hugo Fallon. Webb told me about your circumstances, and I'm so sorry-" "No need," I said, voice sounding stronger than I thought it would. I must be in shock. I'm numb. "I understood this could happen, so there's no apology necessary." I looked to Webb whose face was a mirror of my own. Sad. Regretful. If he only knew how regretful mine was.

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 NOVEL. So it has; mature, sexual, dark elementals and language*