Who knew that her trip to Egypt would end up with her being flung into the ancient world, thus changing her life forever. Pharaoh Bes was known to have a reputation of being careless, cruel, and heartless. Bailey DuMont was a strange woman who had both captivated and infuriated him from the beginning. They were never supposed to meet, but the Fates had a funny way of making the impossible possible; with the arising dangers and a murder attempt, it's up to Bailey and Bes to work together to foil whatever plans are about unfold. *** Highest Achievement: #2 on the What's Hot, Historical Fiction list *** Covers will vary every month. The current cover is by @Strifeex - changed March 21st, 2019 *** Published version title "Through The Sands of Time"

She goes by many names. But there is only one name she wants to hide. A name being whispered throughout the land. Rumors are spreading of a warrior who has tamed a dragon. The First Dragon Rider. As a woman used to betrayal and pain, Lilia finds her home in the company of the vicious Rainer Thieves. The pain that haunts her is secondary as her life is filled with the danger of her job, and shared with the dragon bound to her soul. Then, war threatens to up-heave Lilia's life as forces that she cannot control collide and she finds herself separated from the dragon she is bound too and forced to join a strange group of the King's soldiers, where their leaders claims her as his Fate has taken hold of her life and the journey is unforgettable. ** This is the story of Lilia Merek, the first RIder. The story is a stand alone book to my Rider's Series and can be read without reading that series.**

This is it. He's going to die, and I'll be free. At the last second, he moved, and I was suddenly pinned up against the wall, the silver dagger now in his hand. He pressed the blade to my throat, a sadistic grin creeping across his face. "Oh, Reese," he purred. "Are you in trouble now..." He leaned closer, his lips brushing my jaw. I inhaled softly. "Please," I said, my voice shaky... *** In a world where the human population has been overrun by all manner of supernatural entities, defiance is met with death. Humans are forced to be living blood bags for vampires, test subjects for witches and warlocks, and the slaves and servants of werewolves. Reese Hearne remembers the time before. When supernatural beings hid in the shadows, afraid to show their faces to the world. The time before Hunters became the prey, before they were tracked down and killed. Every last one of them. Except for Reese. Fueled by a dark past, she wrecks havoc across the supernatural world in Toronto, armed only by stakes, a silver dagger, and a lust for revenge. Then she kills the younger brother of Elijah Randon, Toronto's Alpha, the Alpha of the largest pack in North America. And he is not one to forgive easily. Then again, neither is Reese. *** "Unfortunately, Little Hunter, I have my own game to play..." ---- #1 in alpha - March 07, 2022 #1 in desire - March 10, 2022 #1 in generalfiction - December 7, 2022 #1 in hunter - May 31, 2022 #1 in matebond - May 5, 2022 #1 in revenge - March 13, 2022 #1 in resistance - March 03, 2022 #1 in magic - March 19, 2022 #2 in lust - March 11, 2022 #3 in teenfiction - July 6, 2022 #3 in mates - June 10, 2022 #3 in paranormal - March 07, 2022 #3 in love - March 07, 2022 #3 in vampire - March 07, 2022 #6 in romance - March 07, 2022 #10 in werewolf - March 07, 2022

Highest in Werewolf: #2 "Selene, my daughter, please hear us out. I know we don't deserve it, but your sister is pregnant and-" I held up my hand to stop the man named Benicio Dixon from speaking. Surely they didn't call me here just so they can dump all their personal problems onto me or dig up the past. If that was the case, they're quite foolish. I'm not interested in the slightest. Shifting my attention from my father to the woman he stood behind, my gaze narrowed on the small but visible bump under her sundress. Hestia Anne Dixon. My younger sister. The Luna of my old pack and the woman my mate chose over me. She was pregnant. I turned to the male sitting beside her in the Alpha's seat. Guilt and regret crossing his striking features when he refused to meet me in the eye. "If the reason you called me here is because of this nonsense" I gestured between my sister and mate, "Then it would appear I wasted my time. With all due respect, Beta Dixon, I am an Alpha. I have many and much more important things to do than discuss petty mate bonds. If It wasn't obvious enough, I'll make myself clear-" I stood up, not caring for the gazes burning into my skin. "Whether or not she has this pup has nothing to do with me. Luna Walker's mate has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of you have anything to do with me outside of pack business. If you're worried about my interference-- don't. I won't say nor do anything. To put it simply, I don't want him. I didn't want him for the past four years since he rejected me and you all left me to die. Rest assured that seeing him again won't change anything. Now if you'll excuse me, I have things to attend to." I held my head high, walking off with my Beta trailing behind me. Just as I reached the door, it abruptly pulled open and I came face to face with the most beautiful man I've ever seen in my life. Dark, crystal grey eyes bore into me and I found myself go still. Alpha Raizel Locksworth. The Bloodlust Alpha.

"You know I can't let you go, right?" The man asked, voice gentler than I was expecting it to be. I looked up and he was staring right at me, eyes uncharacteristically kind. I nod slowly, whispering, "Go ahead." ~~~ Ava Williams is just trying to live a normal life, leaving her past behind her. She moves to a new city, starts a new job and everything is boring and mundane which is what she's been craving. Then one night it all changes when she meets Jaime Santoro, a dangerous man involved in a dangerous business. Her life is flipped upside down as she is swept up into his world.

Lexie is not a warrior. In fact, Lexie is a painter. Her hands are always covered in paint. Never coming off. Always there. For Lexie, painting is an escape. An escape from her pain. She paints to avoid the darkness that is in her soul. She paints to avoid looking at the bleeding wound inside her chest. She paints. To forget. But then Lexie meets someone. Her mate. He also hides a dark anger inside him. An anger at everything and the world around him. When two souls collide, how do you fix each other? Atlas isn't looking for a mate. He's seen the effect of women within his life, and how cruel they can be. But then he meets someone. Someone he doesn't want to meet. A painter soul. And a warrior's heart. How will the two collide? ***Note this can be read as a stand-alone story. Moon Child can be found on world_joy_ bio page - feel free to read it to get other characters background story. Highest rank #1 in werewolf Thank you for reading Copyright: ©Joy (world_joy_) All rights reserved

Eleanor Caldwell had been engaged from birth to marry the future King Mathew. That all changed when her father died, as wealth and status can only be inherited by men and not by women. Now, she is living the life of a servant on her uncle's estate. Her life consists of a never-ending slew of chores, demands, and back-lashings. She has given up on the life she once knew. But what happens when another Prince, the very brother of Mathew, happens to take refuge on his tour of the country? Will she continue living her poverty-stricken life or will his presence lead to a series of events that flip everything she knows and has dreamed of on its head?

Morgana was anything but ordinary. She had no memories of the time before she was fifteen years old, of the time before she'd appeared out of nowhere on a young woman's doorstep. She was haunted by strange, scarily realistic nightmares that not even the doctors could explain away. And there wasn't a trace of her anywhere, no records, no missing persons reports, nothing. But no one ever bothered to dwell on that thought for long. At least . . . not until a strange man appeared out of nowhere just as she had. But he remembered. And he triggered something within her, something instinctual, an unexplainable, petrifying terror. But by the time Morgana found out why, it was too late. She'd already been caught up in the web of this man's twisted thousand year obsession. And he wasn't just about to let her go. ✔Completed