Excerpt - Coming to amazon soon! Humanity was not a term to be used loosely. Once lost, it is believed to never be attainable again. Vieri knew this all too well. She had firsthand experience at feeling yourself slip away until you didn't much care what was left of the person you used to be. Nor for it to be replaced with darkness thick enough to welcome all your demons home. Without the other half of her soul, her fated, she never stood a chance. Blood lust fueled her every waking moment and the bodies of her growing hunger were noticeably piling up. There was only one man that could save her from herself, but was he going to be too late? If ever there was an Alpha that felt out of place in his own damn skin, it was Rainier Delmont. His glamour of confidence was strong and the pack of Nightshade might have been fooled by his dominance, but the Alpha, the man himself, knew better. Enter a vampire with an itchy fang and he might be forced to defend his territory against the very female meant to be his future.

Being Rewritten. Night time for Emma Cross meant a constant roller coaster of visions, both past and future. The lines between dreams and reality were starting to blur and her future was looking more than a little bleak. Four padded walls and straitjacket bleak. She was sick of it. Done with therapy, mental institutions and being so heavily medicated that she resembled something from the zombie apocalypse. She was giving this new psychiatric hospital the boot and getting the hell out of dodge. Escaping the loony bin was the least of her problems. Especially since the creatures in her head were suddenly taking on a very convincing form of flesh and fur. Her crazy was about to get even crazier. Marcus was the Beta of the Nightshade pack. He was tech savvy and street smart, but he had the tact of a fossilized fish. How was he supposed to handle a mate of his own, especially given that the female was human? Warning: Rape scene - not for sensitive readers