"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)

Ghostbusters meets X-Men in a creepy urban fantasy adventure! "A pocket watch. She bought a pocket watch and it killed her. And I thought how we died was bad." As far as apartments go, roommates Stella and Charlotte "Bronte" believe theirs to be just fine. Sure, they hate taking the stairs up to the third floor, especially after grocery shopping. And yes, the apartment staff could be a bit nicer. But all things considered, it's not a bad place to live. Until the sudden chills begin, seizing them at inexplicable times. Until Bronte starts to see shadows out of the corner of her eye and Stella begins to hear voices too close, sighs too near to be the culprit of paper-thin walls. Century-old ghosts Oliver and Cyril have seen what happens to mortals forced, unknowingly, to spend time in their company. For the unlucky few, their perceptions change, allowing them to perceive the departed. And not everyone, they know, are strong enough to handle living with the dead. Determined to save Stella and Bronte from the fate that befell their last haunting, Oliver and Cyril must find a way to prevent their perceptions from deepening. But when the two ghosts encounter a dark creature unlike any they've seen before, they might have to rethink their plan. The two girls might be the key to saving their afterlives. Not to mention themselves.

Ri likes a quiet life, without drama, and certainly without all that mate crap that the world seems to revolve around. To her exasperation, it seems to be all anyone cares about, looking for, finding and then claiming their mate. Well, that won't be her. She has a secret. She has managed to suppress her scent, so her mate can never find her. She has other plans and they don't involve having her head and heart messed up by hormones and matehood. Because she knows who her mate is. Damian, warrior and son of the Clan leader. Her friend. And if he ever finds out...