Orion Sterling is a wealthy business man...who also happens to be a dragon shifter. Violet Winters is a young human just living pay check to pay check. Under any other circumstances the two would have never crossed paths but fate...and a five decade old law have a way of putting two polar opposites together. Interactive story. Find out how you can participate in the 'Before We Begin' chapter.

Athena (Book 1 in the Forbidden Series.) The moon honours her children with a part of herself every few 100 years. A tiny piece of her soul. A gift that is to be treasured and protected. A sheer. But what happens when the line between love and hate is crossed. When pleasure turns into pain. And lust turns into greed an obsession. They were taught to never go against the Moon. But one did. An now She demands retribution. After the death of her parents Athena moves to a small town where she hopes to start a new life hoping to leave the grief behind. She meets Melissa and Grace the same day and the trio clicks instantly. They offer her a place to stay and she accepts eagerly. For a year life was good and she finally started to feel like they were a real family. One fated day on their way to the diner were all three of them work ships are seen in the sky. "Invaded by Aliens" Words heard on the television earlier that morning. Taken and shoved into a world full of paranormal creatures she has no choice but to comply. Fear : A feeling, emotion that she has never been familiar with becomes her constant companion. Fear for her, for Grace and all the other females that were taken. See monsters don't only come out at night. They don't have ugly deformed faces. They don't hide beneath your bed or in your closet. They are all around us. How to spot one? Simple: Just look in the mirror. We are all capable of being monsters, Some of us just choose not to be. But my monster has a name: Toraq He takes what he want when he wants. He is the definition of strength and power. He is Alpha, and the only thing standing between him and preventing the extinction of his people is Athena. But what happens when he takes too much? Warning: This book will be dark. Not for the faint hearted.

A Grimdark Fantasy Novel of Epic proportions. In the North Mountains an ancient danger lurks, a powerful being set on destroying all Erdil, and only the Girl Child can defeat it. Emeline lives on a farm near the small town of Aysgarth in the North of Öldeim. Torn from her home by a mysterious warrior, she embarks on a journey which will force her to face her past and her destiny as the Girl Child, but in a world where dreams are real and Immortals from Gotteril play games with the Erdilers, this will be the hardest thing she ever does. © 2015 by Joy Cronjé. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.

When her village is attacked by the beasts, Vasilisa knows as a woman she will do no good for her family. She makes the life or death decision to cut her hair before surrendering herself to the beasts, knowing that as a boy she has a better chance of escaping with her life. As she grows use to the harsh treatment of labor, the Alpha returns and she is shockingly attracted to him. Will she choose to run for her family's safety, or stay for her own? Scar has had a tough life. Hardened at the moment of his mother's death, he's hated all Vampyres since he was a young boy. When the lines are drawn and war is being threatened around every corner, he commands his packs to take up residences in villages across the country. When he visits the one that is to be his headquarters, he is shocked to find that his mate is no other than a boy! A strange boy named V, with the eyes of a girl. He tempts his darkest desires and raises his greatest loathings. How could he ever love another man, but how could he not when that man is who fate chose for him? Beautiful art in cover by artist: Michael Shapcott

Zayn tentava de todas as formas não pecar, mas o desejo era mais forte que ele. O alfa tentou se afastar, mas só de sentir o cheiro dela ele perdia todas as suas forças. Não devia gostar tanto do sabor dos lábios cerejas da menina, do barulho dos beijos escondidos ou da forma como o corpo dela parecia se incendiar com seu toque. Era pecado, era sujo. Mas ele não conseguia resistir, estava viciado no calor dos seus corpos juntos. Por mais que ele não gostasse já estava completamente viciado nela. As pessoas o obrigavam a aceitar que ele estava ligado a ela através da mordida, mas para ele isso era inaceitável, eles não percebiam que ele não podia tê-la? Droga ela era a porra da sua meia-irmã! Trailer https://youtu.be/8DIWd3W6ir8

"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.