The bell to my grandfathers old shop rang and I looked up from my magazine, "Welcome to Sugar Suga- whoa what happened to your face?" A dark haired man in worn black jeans spat on my perfectly polished cotton candy floor. "shut up and let me use the back room." I shrugged, staring at the light purple tile he spat on, "Kay but was there really a need to spit on my floor? this is a candy shop you know. Cant have bloody spit in the chocolate." If looks could kill I would be melted into a rainbow puddle. He jumped behind the counter and stormed into the back room, "tell anyone here and I'll fucking kill you." I snorted, "what are you going to do gag me with your lolly pop?" He froze in the doorway for a moment before slamming the door behind him. What a fun guy. I looked up at the bell ringing again, "Hello! welcome to Sugar-Sugar my names Lola and I'll be happy to make any non sexual sweet dreams come true!" I love when there are no kids in the store and I can ad-lib the greeting A group of crude looking men stared at me for a long moment, "have you seen a beaten up pretty boy around here?" I pointed out the door, "pretty sure I saw him pass by, why?" They left without answering my question and I shrugged, going back to my magazine, "Yo! pretty boy back there buy some candy will you? its the least you can do after I kept you from getting shot in the face!" ~~ After Lola Fayes grandfather died he left her his beloved candy shop. Doing the rational thing she dropped out of high school to work full time at her favorite childhood place where she was practically raised. So when a mysterious man storms in one day and demands she lets him use the shop as a safe haven as her grandfather had her life is turned upside down in a strange way she never even dreamed she would have to deal with. ~~ A/N just so you know this book contains magic and sex....heh magic sex XD read at own risk!

When she has to convince the Alpha of Warden to pick her as his mate, she finds herself frustratingly captivated by the domineering male...whose language she doesn't even speak. Brooding Alpha Trope... A main character who has everything to prove... Enemies lurking in every shadow... Sexual tension that has readers flipping the page until the very end... Once ranked #1 in Werewolf on Kindle Vella ¤ ¤ ¤ Women are unexpectedly waking up with silver hair and blue eyes-humans who harbor innate magic in their veins. It's a power that shifter wolves are hungry to utilize... to the point of abducting Rem Walker right from her home on her family farm. Her life no longer matters when an Elder Witch ensnares Rem in a binding death curse, threatening the life of Rem's younger brother as leverage. The only way to break the curse is to meet its demands: convince the Alpha of Warden to choose her as his mate before he chooses another Silver. The Alpha is shrewd, however, and he suspects things are not as they seem. When a romance buds that's as steamy as the hot springs she visits, Rem is torn between loyalties, making life-threatening decisions with the hopes to somehow untangle herself from a web of pack betrayals. In the midst of all this chaos... Rem can't stop asking: Why her? Why must she be chosen one to bear this curse? Why does the Elder Witch demand that she mate Alpha Ronan? And why does Rem enjoy the touch of the Alpha so much, when she has to betray him? Book 1 in the Silver Series Duology This is a slowburn fantasy romance story, so not for those seeking an instalove connection... although the romance is still just as satisfying! Content Warning: Rated 18+ for violence and steamy scenes. Highest Ranks: #6 Werewolf #11 fantasy-romance #95 Romance #1 Paranormal #1 Shapeshifter

"Let her drag me down. I'd drown in her with a fucking smile on my face." - Adrian Hunter A romance author who can't get laid and a billionaire playboy with a dark past...what could go wrong?

Dirty Lying Dragons is now published as a Hardback, and E-book with W by Wattpad Books! ***** Dani, a coven-less witch, is captured by Ryker, a shifter bounty hunter. Will their connection mean something, or will he turn her in for cash? ***** Dani, a witch with no coven, is forced to flee her normal life when a bounty is put out on her. Trying to teleport herself to Seattle, she mixes things up and appears in Siberia! Almost immediately she's captured by Ryker. He's a handsome, powerful, dragon-shifter, and though he says he'll help Dani, he's secretly planning to turn her in. As they travel, though, Dani feels strangely connected to the hunter, and Ryker's own feelings are growing. As Dani is teleported away, betrayed by the bounty hunter, Ryker realizes that she's his fated mate! Captured by Vampires and betrayed by the being she loved, Dani has to stand up and fight back. (This story is a standalone title set in the Dirty Lying Creatures universe.) [[word count: 100,000-150,000 words]]

Copyright ©2015 "He is very handsome, Serene," Trinity complimented with a forged swoon for affect. "Very good catch, indeed." "Even though he's Enigma?" I asked. She pursed her lips, looking down at me. "You'll have to sleep with an Enigma on Tuesday so you shouldn't feel so ashamed about it." She was right. I'd have to bed five princes this week (I'm not a whore, it's just tradition) and all of them from different kingdoms. "True." I stood up, looking in the mirror one last time. I wore a transparent white dress hugging my curves, waves of hair flowing down my shoulders and back, and my blue eyes dusted with hints of gold flecks. That was all the makeup I wanted, Trinity telling me it was sweat proof very provocatively, hinting at tonight. The clock chimed seven. [Warning: Sexual Content] ***Cover made by the awesome Andyrojas143*** ***I'M TAKING IT OFF HOLD, UPDATES WILL BE MADE SOON***

Evangeline has not had a life like other she wolves. When she was 14 her brother, the next alpha of the Hawthorn pack, died leaving the pack without a male heir. The accords require any pack without a future alpha to merge with another unless their daughter is mated to a suitable future leader. So. They did not tell anyone. It was the packs largest secret. And when the time came if Evangelines mate was found and suitable he would take over when her father stepped down. If he was already an alpha....then the pack would have no choice but to merge. They could only hope he was suitable. It was not a fate Evangeline wanted. Any of it. If it were up to her she would never find her mate. She did not want a mate. She did not need a mate. She could get everything she wanted on her own. ~~ I let out a breathless laugh, rolling off the werewolf beneath me. "Well that didn't totally suck." He chuckled, abs flexing, looking me over as I rose from the bed, "didn't totally suck?" I hummed searching for my dress, "yeah it was fun while it lasted." Pretty doesn't always equal the best stamina. "Thanks Alex." "...its Aaron." I cocked a brow at him, wiggling into my tight little black dress, "not for the past hour it wasn't but okay. Cool." I raked a hand through my hair, smoothing out the inky waves. "Anyways I have to get back to my pack before sunrise and I cant find my panties. If you do, their yours." Sauntering over to him I kissed him deeply, "thanks again Andy." He chuckled, "its Aaron, and how about if I find them I give you a call?" Shit. How drunk was I? "Did I give you my number?" "No." "good." I started for his door, "have a nice life Adam." "Its Aaron!" He called after me. I rolled my eyes, "whatever." He was not good enough in bed for me to remember his name. Besides I had better things to do. Like get home before dad found out I was gone. My first Lunar Ball was coming, my first time participating to find a mate. Unfortunately.

Inanis Messor is The Bone Cutter. He's America's most fierce and cursed celebrity. He's America's modern prophet. He's America's very own murderous darling. Inanis's job is to broadcast a live death on public television once a month, as a sacrifice to the public. Every month on the 15th, Inanis steps on a large, vibrant stage, in front of dozens of cameras, and executes a living political individual as repentance for the sins of America's government. It keeps the public satisfied. It keeps the government from having to own up to their mistakes. Mirea Dhalmi is the daughter of a famous state governor; a man who involves himself in every political discussion the media has to offer. But when he's chosen to be Inanis's next victim, Mirea desperately pleads with The Bone Cutter to spare his life. Inanis agrees, but at a price. Mirea must now become his bride, his public display. She becomes The Bone Harvester, the woman who stands beside The Bone Cutter on the bloody stage that is broadcasted throughout public television. The unfortunate woman who stands beside the celebrity who kills in front of the nation.

Mature for adult content!! The world we live in is a beautiful, mysterious place. My home, my country, has been my world my entire life, living as the cursed princess of Iris is all I have ever know. Just as the only eyes I have known in the mirror were my own. And my hair was always white as snow. Iris has always been my home, its people my family. The kind smiles of villagers and the curious looks of children seeing me for the first time, the contrast of myself against the rest of my family in portraits. The whisper of the trees and the laughter of the flowers has always been what I lived by. "why are you so sad?" I rested my forehead on the cracked bark of the Soul Tree. My second home from the palace. The tallest tree in all the king's forest. Today it was deeply saddened, rumbling with a sort of bitter energy that leaks coldly into my bones. I wondered what it knew that I did not as I sat perched in its branches, it is not often that it's strong mass wavers. When it does it can only mean change is to come, nothing small. Something altering the kingdom itself. I sighed, my fingers brushing over its leathery leaves, it wouldn't be long until someone else noticed its unease, it will sicken the forest. By then it will be too late. ~~ Flora Duval, the cursed princess of Iris was always a quiet girl, working through her duties as princess and caring for the life in her country. Seeing beauty in the things most could not. Never has she expected an offer for marriage, not with her hair and her eyes the same pink of the Fenni flower. But then, she receives one. Less of a question for her hand and more of a demand, a demand caging her like a white rabbit in a deadly hunters trap. Trapped by the king of Taragon for her unusual features and the rumors of her life, Flora is stranded in a country she has never known, captured in cold castle walls without an ally in sight.

In the kingdom of Vanderdash, there is no more feared warriors than that of the Scarlet Guard. Protectors of the royal family, skilled assassins trained since childhood, They follow the crown, they enforce the crown. To many, the group cloaked in red is a greater symbol of the royal family's power than the kings crown itself. Citizens respect and fear the scarlet guard, the power they hold. But within the guard there is only one who installed that very same feeling into the rest. Head of the prince's royal guard, ruthless and cunning, rarely seen by the citizens themselves. They call her Red. An expert in poisons and deception, the small girl has brought armies to their knees without once lifting a blade. A vermillion haired monster hidden behind the face of a doll. ~~ I smiled up at the men, "Would you like a cookie?" They peered into the basket I held out, spotting the heart shaped treats. "They're cinnamon with apple Jam. I do promise they are to die for." The taller mans eyes narrowed, "did you give the poor fool dead on the road a cookie?" My lips parted, "a dead man? Oh my..do you think it is safe?" "..depends on who you are miss, why did you say you were in the woods again?" I smiled gently, "I didn't." He rose a brow. "I'm delivering these," I shook the basket a bit, "to my dearest grandmama." He hesitated for only a slight second, "oh. well. be careful then. These woods can be dangerous." I nodded once still holding out the basket, "so would you?" "Would we what?" I giggle a bit, "like a cookie silly." "Ah.." he scratched the back of his head, "sorry, I'm not too fond of apples." Damn it. I sighed softly, "strawberry next time then." "Right..." As I turned to go I looked up at the two tall men, "you be careful now too gentleman. There are wolves in these woods." They nodded rigidly as I spun and began to skip off, giggling to myself. He asked the wrong question. I didn't give the dead fool a cookie. I gave him two.