Bought at a price - Presents - sytycw15 Betrayal - lies - falling in love with the wrong man - friendships - fighting attraction - Melbourne - London - Spain - Middle East Part one - pitch Part two - chapter one Part three - chapter two and so forth... completed

Ron leads a steady, nothing-awesome-happens-everyday life. From her shitty mother, to her cheating ex, she craves for something, or rather someone in her life. All of this changed when she met the mysterious, complete stranger, less-talking Dylan and later on she found herself on his bed and now, she got pregnant. Where does that leave her when she finally has the man she loved but fate played funny tricks to her?

"For the last 6 years I have kept it at bay. The need, the want, the hunger. No more. I will be free to do as I please. Brandon, you have no control over me!" Mates. They were supposed to stay together. To treasure each other. To love one another. But what happens when Choice trumps Fate, when need becomes obsession and hope flickers? This is a story of Ness, a bright young werewolf, who grew up with stories about romance and mates. None of which could prepare her for the reality - her mate chooses her best friend over her for the chance of power and glory. Fighting her feelings for Brandon, Ness accepts her own place in the world. If she couldn't have the mate that Fate destined for her, she would surely find one of Choice for herself. Alpha Marcus Josef "Ned" Edwards has a dark past. He lost his mate 6 years ago and has dedicated his life to revenge her death. Meticulously eliminating every single wolf that was even remotely connected with the dead of his mate, he is rightfully labeled cruel, furious and dangerous. His pack mates learn to recognize the glimpses of their old loving Alpha Marcus and the ever consuming rage of the ruthless Alpha Ned, who dutifully protects them. When Nessa meets Marcus sparks ignite. But would they be enough to bring these two wolves together? Read to find out. (book is being edited. New bonus content added - June 2019)

Alpha Cross of the Macabre Pack was a ruthless killer. He was known for leaving pack after pack in a bloodbath with not a single survivor in sight. A cold blooded killer with no feelings of remorse, pity, or grief whatsoever, Alpha Cross is someone no woman could ever hope to love... But of course, like all werewolves, he was destined to have a mate. Elair Richelieu, daughter of the beloved Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack is a fierce woman. Shrouded in mystery, Elair has survived the worst of the worst, most of which she cannot remember. Convinced by her duties Elair lived as a leader to her pack and her squadron, a mysterious group in which she grew up. But Fate had other plans... They were each others' mates. But there was one little issue... Elair can't feel their bond. Together, the two struggle in a relationship in which dominance is a power struggle. ****** The Alpha walks towards me and I raise an eyebrow. When he gets to point where our distance reduced to about half a meter in front of me I drop from the desk and stand up. "Whoa, there cowboy." I say as I hold my hands up. My jaw drops when I realize what he's actually trying to say. "Hold up. Are you saying I'm your mate? Because, well, I don't... uh... How do I put this simply... I don't feel you... Bro." I say as I dodge him and his disgusting stalker-ish approach of walking towards me. "You seem to think that you have a choice." The Alpha says to me with a smirk and I roll my eyes. "And you seem to think I give a shït." ------ Highest Ranking: #1 Werewolf Warning: This is INCOMPLETE. After its publication in 2016 the last ELEVEN chapters were taken down due to copyright. So if you wanna read up to 24, go for it. Get it on Amazon here: https://goo.gl/c9R2F2

Hadley Jamison doesn't know what to think when she hears that her classmate, Archer Morales, committed suicide. She didn't exactly know him, but that doesn't stop her from feeling like there was something she could have done to help him. So to Hadley's surprise, on the very night of Archer's funeral, she has a run in with Death himself and is offered the chance to go back in time to stop Archer from ending his life. The catch? She only has twenty-seven days to do it. And if Hadley doesn't succeed? Well, she doesn't want to think about that.

Sophia has sacrificed everything for her younger sister, Lucy. She has removed them from the only home they ever knew, taken on the care of Lucy's illegitimate son, George, and even assumed the role of a widow and mother in order to erase all hint of scandal from the boy's birth. But rumor continues to follow them like the darkest of clouds, and Sophia must adapt to her new existence as a false widow with no prospects beyond the doors of her small cottage. Lord Haughton - "Finn" to those close to him - will stop at nothing to prevent the slightest whiff of disgrace from tainting his family's name. When he learns of his younger brother's latest indiscretion-one that leaves a bastard child in his wake-Haughton rushes across the country to offer the boy's mother a comfortable living in exchange for her silence about the child's true parentage. But he arrives only to have his generous offer thrown back in his face by Sophia Brixton, a sharp-tongued and sharper-witted woman who proceeds to toss him out of her house. But just because he is banished from her home does not mean he is so easily banished from her life.

When the beautiful but impoverished Fenella Hawke takes up the position of Companion to the elderly Dowager Duchess of Wyndlesham, she is unprepared for the hostile attitude of the current Duke. The handsome and arrogant Devlin Deverell suspects Fenella has secrets to hide. From the moment they meet, Devlin and Fenella experience an overpowering and frightening attraction. They try to fight their growing arousal, but find themselves irresistibly drawn to each other. However, when Lady Penelope Vane, Devlin's extremely jealous mistress, discovers that Devlin's attentions are wandering, she sets in motion a ruthless plot to discredit Fenella, with the help of her ally, the rakish Sir Marcus Solesby.

Luke couldn't stop thinking about Bianca Wilson and the night they'd shared. He wanted to find her so he could satisfy the itch to have her again. But he was a man who always kept it simple with women and made his intentions clear to them from the start. Bedding them more than once only made them feel like there was more than the physical intimacy between them. However, when Bianca shows up in his office with the news of her pregnancy, all his rules and thoughts of staying away from her go out of the window. There is no way he was letting her go now. Not when she was carrying his baby!

Mistress Jacqueline DeWhite is married off to Lord Dominic DeFleur. She is not told anything and is expected to obey her husband without question. It starts negatively as most religious marriages do, and his cold demeanour and sexist views strain their relationship. The swordsman and personal favourite, of King Francis the First, Dominic has a lifestyle both lavish but lonely and as both as stubborn as they are can they become the couple they both wished they were? Rough Draft. Feedback is appreciated. Will edit Summer 2016.

Sabrina Reed is Nathan Alden's wife, but not by his choice... EXCERPT****** "I found her like this, sir," the guard announced. Sabrina stirred at the voice, blinking groggily and rubbing her eyes to chase away the blur clouding her vision. A towering figure stepped into focus. "What are you doing out here, Sabrina?" Nathan's voice was sharp, cutting through the fog of sleep. His jaw was tight, words pressed between clenched teeth. She blinked again, brushing hair from her face as she sat up. "What are you doing out here?" he repeated-louder this time, more demanding. He stood before her in a jet-black suit and white button-up shirt, sleeves rolled just enough to expose forearms clenched across his chest. His eyebrows were drawn tight, his eyes narrowed. "I came back late last night and... the guard was gone, so... I just fell asleep," she said softly, eyes lowering under the weight of his glare. He dismissed the guard with a silent nod, then stepped closer. "Where were you last night?" he asked, voice taut with suspicion. She yawned, trying to blink herself fully awake. "I've been volunteering at the animal shelter." "Get up," he ordered, tone clipped and harsh. "You expect me to believe that? Don't animal shelters close at a decent time?" She remained seated, her legs too stiff to move. "Yes, but-" "Get up!" he barked.