The first novella in a brand new zombie trilogy. Once bitten, the virus spreads throughout the human body. It shuts down organs, kills nerve impulses and even reprograms the way we think. The virus becomes us. But the process takes eight hours. If you only had eight hours left to live, what would you do? For Chris Smith, that decision has already been made. He's infected, and returns home to find the rest of his family undead or missing, save his youngest daughter Maisie. He's never been much of a father, but can he make up for it now in the final few hours of his life and find somewhere safe for her to survive? From the writer who brought you the Blood Memory series and The Swiss Family RobinZOM comes this powerful first part in a new zombie novella trilogy. Z-MINUS. Let the countdown begin.

"You're mine." I said, only inches away from her beautiful face. Her eyes. Her lips. I could not resist. "There's only you... Only you." My thumb caressed her cheek, marvelling at the softness of her skin. From under her dark nut-brown hair, peeked eyes of hazel and honey, edged with a deep forest-green. Held innocence, and fire that dwindled down to smoldering ember. I was warned about the threats in life, but never the ones with hazel eyes. I held her close, so close that I could feel her heartbeat against my chest. Her body- chiseled to perfection. Must she be so perfect? I couldn't stop myself from pulling her close to me and kissing her lips. At first, it was a delicate butterfly of a kiss, so faint, like a whisper. But, oh, it grew into so much more. Kissing her hungrily, my hands roamed all over her body. I wanted to kiss her lips, trace the curves, the lines and the twists they hid. I wanted to caress her body, cover with my hands every inch of her skin from head to toes, run my fingertips over her, and hear the melody of her laughter, and the symphony of her moans."More," I growled silently, still kissing on her bottom lip. "Give me more, Amelia." I kept kissing her, over and over again, each time harder than the last. The more love I give her, the more I have bursting inside me... Crazy, huh? "Dimitri" The silvery melody of her voice serenaded trough my heart as the air softly touched her lips when she whispered my name. My aesthetic senses came alive. I was once again struck by what she did to me, by her beauty. Her kisses, they lit my brain on fire, the warmth spreading throughout my entire body. After each one of them, I was more addicted. I couldn't bare not to be with her and I could barely breathe when she wasn't around. I, the Vampire Prince of Venedocia was swollen under the spell of this human. Amelia was my salvation and my torment. I lived for her and I would die with the memory of her in my arms. She was the half that made me whole.

Arabelle's forced by her parents to get a vampire slave even though she detests having slaves. This is the adventures of having a vampire slave and falling in love with one. READ IT!!

Only sample chps. Annabelle finds out that she is not the real daughter of the Alpha at her werewolf pack. As the world she knows comes collapsing down, she has to hide from the Demon Lord who is determined to find her. Will the Werewolf King yield to the Demon Lord's ultimatum and give her to the enemy or will she be the cause of a looming war between the two species? More importantly, who is Belle and what does the Demon Lord want with her? Belle's meeting with the Werewolf King does not go very well, she finds him to be an arrogant bastard! Worse still, he wants nothing to do with her. "Why do I feel you're my mate? What have you done to me? "bellowed the King. "How do you know I am not your mate?" I asked, growling in frustration. I did not want to be his mate any more than he wanted me to be his, but his cocky attitude was getting to me. "Because you are not even a werewolf," he grunted, his black irises shimmering dangerously. "You're a liar," I screamed not caring that I was talking to the most lethal creature in the world. He roared in laughter, the sound of which irritated the hell out of me. Aargh! How I wanted to rip his heart out even as I wanted to glue my body to his and stay there forever, basking in his scent. I was so mad that I wanted to show him how wrong he was. Soon, he would be sorry, he would kneel and beg for my forgiveness. The mental image of him on his knees made my lips twitch with amusement. I started phasing out to my wolf form, and when I stood in all my glory, I prowled and preened to show off my beautiful fur. He laughed even harder. I simply wanted to kill him. Yes, my wolf was small, but it existed. Why the hell wasn't he on his knees then? "As I said, you're not a werewolf," he repeated. Huh, what did he mean by that?

After escaping from the werewolves that wanted her dead, Marcy Davins is living the life as an art curator in a south american museum. She's got a new name, a new job, a new boyfriend, even an adopted daughter... All in a world recently introduced to the supernatural (thanks in part to her). But no matter how many times she changes her name, no matter how many lives she pretends to lead, she can't escape her past or the eerie demon claiming to be her familiar. When a familiar face returns to tell her that Connecticut's new sheriff has abducted her college roommate, Marcy is forced to return to a home she never wanted to go back to and confront demons she never knew she had.

Marcy Davins has been a cat person for as long as she can remember. She doesn't like dogs, let alone wolves. But when the pelt of the Talon pack's missing Alpha shows up on her doorstep, she finds herself under investigation by the charming peacekeeper of Connecticut packs, Sheriff Caelan Harlowe. Marcy doesn't want anything to do with were-people. The sooner they're gone, the better. But when the murderer returns, she finds herself drawn closer and closer to the sheriff despite knowing that at the end of supernatural investigations, humans like her always end up dead. Book One: Dark Side Book Two: Wild Side Book Three: Thorn