Life is unfair, something that Zayne knows from experience. His whole life is unfair. His birth wasn't allowed, his existence hated as his mother gave him up to chase her own dreams. Punished for choices he didn't even make,Zayne has only known a cruel and bitter life with his pack, the life of an Omega. Through a twist of Fate, Zayne falls in the hands of a group of dog fighters and has to endure two years of grueling pain and hunger before the ASPCA steps in and saves him. All trust in humanity lost, Zayne wouldn't, couldn't trust anyone near him. Least of all the werewolves that are supposed to adopt him into the pack.

Handel John Law, or Law for short, is a professional pet sitter. Rich people paid him to babysit their pets at his house, or if they paid extra to have all his services to themselves for a period of time, at theirs. Law enjoys being around animals for mostly one reason; they don't judge him on his hobbies. He is a submissive. On his free nights he enjoys sitting in his favourite club watching people and trying to guess who is into what. If he wasn't so socially awkward he might make an effort to find a replacement for the dom/boyfriend that left him a year ago. Fortunately for him the Master Dom finds out about his occupation which somehow leads to Law becoming part of the exclusive group. In other words, it seems like he now has his pick of beautiful free doms to choose from. Cover made by @HisokaGoku-hi

Three years after he was banned from his former pack for betrayal, Alexander Simpson is now trying to remain in the shadows. How does he intend to do that? By joining the staff of the Huserdown's household, an old, powerful family of vampires who lives in an island and hardly meddles with the rest of the world. Problem? The Huserdowns only hire humans and they hate werewolves to the core, especially the youngest son, Malik. Nevermind: the broken Alex can lie. He actually does it very well, because that's what traitors do, and Alex is nothing but a traitor, isn't he? Many thanks to @Coolipoki for the cover ! Go on their profile to check their amazing work art !

On his first moon, Aden finds a white werewolf with red markings staring back at him in his reflection. He is definitely a sub but with a little extra fire. It's okay. Aden was expecting it. Titus, on the other hand, couldn't be happier. He takes Aden home where the pack is waiting. They are thrilled about the new addition. They instantly embrace Aden as one of them, and he starts adjusting to life as a werewolf. The rules of the pack are hard at first. Aden clings to some of his human tendencies and finds himself getting annoyed when ranking disputes cause problems among his packmates. His own marriage has a few bumps, but Titus and Aden work threw it together. Eventually, Aden comes to understand the rules of the pack are there to protect him. A sub with beautiful white fur is bound to attract attention from dominants looking for that perfect sub. Because in this world, even the strongest werewolves' mates are at risk of being stolen.

River is an omega. He's been one since he was thirteen. His coat is too dark for the dominants looking for their perfect white subs, so he suffers rejection after rejection. As he grows older, River fears he'll never find a mate. He wants to give back to his pack, but for someone of his status that can only happen through attracting a high profile dominant. River doubts that is even possible for a lowly omega like himself. One new member of the pack thinks differently. Aden becomes River's friend and helps him impress some visiting werewolves. River is offered an interview. Something that has never happened before. But with such beautiful fair-coated sub and strong females in the running, River is going to have to be perfect or return to Northern Ridge having failed again. *** This full-version can only be read on my Patreon. I am working on an ebook. patreon.com/varzanic

-Demon Series: Book 1- Aden Perri has problems. The last day of school his girlfriend calls it quits. And proceeds to move on a little too quickly. His friends disappear, leaving him to spend the summer alone. His mother buys a dog. Aden hates dogs. The scar on his leg confirms it. And his new job titles are garbage collector and toilet scrubber. At least he'll be out in nature, excepted he hates the outdoors. Aden's ready to barricade himself in his room, until school starts back up in the fall. His mother won't allow it, and his father is ready to do some character building. They drag him out and drive him to Beaver Lake. His father loads him with a bucket and a mop and sends him off to clean campground toilets. The local campers just laugh at the poor garbage boy wandered around picking up after them. All but one. One very strange, shirtless, barefoot boy who Aden will never understand. But the boy makes it bearable, so he'll let him stick around. It's not like Titus is really going to give Aden a choice anyways.

Twins usually mean double the joy, a two for one, a built in friend from birth. But that doesn't apply to Darius and Storm's boys. Their sons are simply double the work. Daven shows the signs of being a powerful werewolf, an alpha in the making, while Raven will never rise above the level of an omega. As sweet and naive as one is the other is not. They are two opposites forced to be brothers. But brothers they are, and family comes even before the pack. Daven and Raven are the future of Northern Ridge, and as their generation takes their places as leaders of their kind, Daven is going to make sure the world knows they are ones to be feared.

Black Moon Series Book #1 Warning: Mature content, graphic language, gay, polyamorous French food is my healthy pleasure. Sex is my stress-relief pleasure. Threesomes are my guilty pleasure. Born the single child of the most open-minded parents, I bathed in cooking ever since I was a child; now I own several restaurants and well intend to grow my business. Ever since I lost my V-card, sex has been my way to cope with busy life and stress; today, I am a Dominant at the Black Diamond, a BDSM club in Chicago owned by my childhood friend Aaron. There, I discovered the kinkiest lifestyle, and I indulge in the pleasure of multiple-partner sex. But I would like to settle down with the perfect Submissive now. My name is Mark Murray, and I'm shooting for the moon, but I might hit a star. Laziness, boisterousness and wild sex are my mottos. I'm a dropped out, an unstable soul who doesn't know what he wants in life, and if it weren't for my best friend Liam, I'd probably be a homeless. I am hyperactive, a young man full of life who is bubbling with energy, and this is why people usually like me despite my flaws. And I'm a sex on legs... a libertine, bi-sexual, volatile, I don't know what love is, but I've had all the possible experiences in sex. Or so I thought. That was until I discovered my best friend's secret life... in a BDSM club. My name is Shannon Watts, and my life is about to change as a Submissive. I had a happy childhood, until both my parents died and left me an orphan. At 18, I ran away from my aunt's town to live in Chicago, dreaming to become a skilled cook. Now I work in the best French restaurant of the city, where I would love to move on from the dishwasher position to that of cook, but things don't always go as planned. I'm a solitary guy, barely average-looking and very shy, so I spend my free time vicariously living through the gay romances and BDSM books I read. My name is Alex Simmons, and I wish the fictions I read would turn out real.

**TOY MASTER SERIES: BOOK TWO**SEQUEL TO PUPPET//READ PUPPET FIRST PLEASE** Dakota Bailey has been forced to conform to the belief of other's since he was young; remaining in the closet because of fear, forced to praise a God he hated because his mother's extreme views ruled his life. When his family died in the bombs, he was freed from their beliefs, but at the same time watched the love of his life die, and for years he let the pain of his loss overwhelm him and govern his life. He believed himself to be nothing but a toy soldier, broken and gathering dust, waiting to be melted down for someone else's purposes, paint chipping away and pieces missing. The one constant in his life had always been the stars above, he cared about nothing else, but when those stars collide in front of his very eyes, he's reminded that loving is not a crime, and that he deserves to live as much as those around him, because broken soldier or not, he still had a right to fight. "Either way I'm still broken, my paint chipping, pieces missing, still pushing forward, still struggling, still just a toy fighting for my right to survive. What a cruel world we live in..." ((rated M, will contain explicit content, sexual themes, rape, blood, violence, polygamous relationship, & mature language)) **cover art by Ramzy Kamen on DA: https://ramzykamen.deviantart.com/**

Callum Black. That was Callum's name, his identity, yet he was never called that. His family, his pack, his peers, and just about everybody else called him weak, pathetic, ugly, faggot, worthless. So that had become his identity, not Callum Black. Callum's father was the pack's Beta, and his siblings were the sort that made a strong pack leader proud. Callum had always been a bit of a runt, perhaps enduringly, until it was not anymore, until he was thirteen and decidedly Omega and it was embarrassing. To him, to his father, to his pack. Ryker Adam's was the son of the Alpha, and had everything going for him. He was gonna do great things and make his father proud. He was adored. So when the little, mousy male Omega turned out to be his mate he did not hesitate in remedying that. It was not really surprising; Ryker was Callum's public enemy #1 and the stuff of his nightmares. This was the beginnings of Callum's story. Callum ran. Callum ran into the arms of his found family and himself. And he was definitely not who he thought he was. A cruel twist of fate and the whims of the gods had changed everything. While he was gone the pack was changing too, including the people who had hurt him. Four long years had passed. And Callum was coming home, but he bore no resembles to the boy that had left. This was a man, a monster.