Ally Anderson has the best life a girl could ask for. Good friends, a close family and her dream course. Everything's perfect-until it isn't. After disaster strikes the Anderson family, she can either fall behind or get with the picture. Getting with the picture comes with more drawbacks than it does perks. As the new legal guardian of her two younger sisters and the face behind her family's pub, her old carefree life seems like nothing but a fever dream. Roman Ledger has the whole world at his feet. As the recently crowned CEO of Ledger Industries, Roman must step into the esteemed boots of his Father and prove his worth to his company. Eager to impress, Roman's expansion plans are fast underway. With only one building left to buy out at urban sprawl's centre, Roman will stop at nothing to get the final piece: a family-owned pub, the Crystal Cavalry. After one night off the wagon lands Ally in billionaire Roman's bed, Ally recognises her sweet lover Roman as the same capitalist scumbag out to steal her bar. Attraction fizzles into hate and hate spirals into lust. Drawing the lines between business and pleasure is almost impossible when your enemy is already your lover.

A backstabbing hellhound: Adam had a job to do. As the bad cop of the Other World, he dedicated his life to wiping out evil, using whatever means necessary to do so, even when those means came with wicked eyes and a glib tongue. He's been weighed down with regret for centuries, but his lifestyle won't allow him to change. Adam doesn't want to change. A vengeful witch: Tricked into a broken heart, Vinnie doesn't do well with betrayals, nor is she any good at letting grudges go. After a hellhound crushed her trust, Vinnie's been waiting centuries for the tables to turn. When an opportunity for revenge finally presents itself, this witch is all too happy to see the job done. An unforgettable history: Centuries of pain and regret tie Vinnie and Adam together. Can this unlikely team set their hatred aside to save their own lives?

A missing Alpha: In a lapse of judgement on a witch's battlefield, Benedict - third in command to the werewolf King - spared the life of his enemy, a decision he's paid for dearly. Cursed by witches, Benedict has spent fifty years alone, longing to regain control of his beast. An unlucky orphan: As a 'totally ordinary mortal', Georgia flits from haunted house to haunted house, the miserable camera-woman for a team of paranormal vloggers, until one ill-fated adventure lands her team dead and her hide stuck in a murderous immortal's den. A compromise: Benedict's curse breaker stumbles through the haunted doors of Canidae House, completely unaware of this new, supernatural world and her own true identity. Can the Alpha control his beast long enough to make her stay?

(I also wrote Lorcan & Evette: this is a reimagined rewrite) A lonely oracle: Mistress of the future, Evette, longs for something she'll never find in the homeland of the witches - passionate, all-consuming love. Ditching her crystal balls and cauldrons, she fled for the Mortal Realm in search of romance. A werewolf King: For fifty years, Lorcan has been haunted by the scent of his mate, wafting in from an enemy's castle to the soldiers on the battlefield. A typical wiccan curse, laying a trap to bait him. Undefeated, he plans a move that will defeat his enemy once and for all. An endless war: In the Mortal Realm, Lorcan's witch bait is waiting just around the corner - but his mate's standing in front of him, the source of the scent that's haunted him for years. Can the werewolf King abandon his hunt to secure his lifelong partner? *** "I want you to need me the way I need you." He closed his eyes, grimacing like he was in pain. "I want you so badly, Evie. More than I've ever wanted anything for myself." "It's only been a week." "You say that like it's a bad thing. Like we're moving too fast and need to slow down. Look where you've got me after only a week, Evie. You've got me reassessing a war that's older than I am. You've got me randy on my knees for you."

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES

"You can't stop me from stopping you. Knock me out, Blood Queen, and that's a lot of werewolf to drag back up to your castle." The plan had been simple for Chronos. Find the Queen of the witches, kill the Queen of the witches. He'd end her once and for all. His plans turned to ashes when the Queen went wolf hunting. "Your head isn't the only thing I can explode with blood." "Do your worst, Blood Queen." Annaliese was never going to catch feelings. Not for anyone. Certainly not a dog. And yet- Once you go werewolf... To put an end to a never-ending war, can two enemies find it in themselves to get along? Can be read as a stand alone book.

Faith's entire life had been dictated by a prophecy. A stupid prophecy, if you asked her. Coddled and over-protected, Faith decides to do something about it. Finding herself a job, she's thrust into the very heart of the war. In a lonely graveyard, the heir to the werewolf throne meets her match.

Could Caspian's luck get any worse? His mate was the stuff of dreams and nightmares. Sure, he'd never wanted a mate-but this was downright unfair. This woman was evil. And Caspian didn't do evil. No matter how alluring said evil was. In this world, there were laws. Blood was one of them. Playing with fire. This woman didn't know how to handle him. Cas would have to learn that the hard way.

"Why do I want you so bad?" Princess Nazreen had never left her castle. She had no experiences of the world. Hidden away in her shell, she experienced nothing outside of her little box. Until him. "Why can't I get enough of you?" A man with his own agenda. With his own problems. With his old-fashioned ways and ruthless outlook upon the world. "Why do you taste so good?" He didn't intend to get so caught up in her. To lose focus on the mission. But one thing led to another and ... "Why do I feel so good?" There was no going back from this. 3rd Celestials instalment Can be read as a stand alone book.

Rosa dying was pretty much a given. It was always going to happen-but the how had always been uncertain. Would her ex-lover decide she'd lived long enough, ending her life because she knew too much? Would said ex-lover's enemies come for her throat, realising she could be used as bait? Or would she accidentally kill herself, slipping on beer she'd failed to clean up? Rosa didn't care much for the how-but Gods, what she'd give to know the when.