Highest Rankings #1 in FantasyFiction #4 in ReverseHarem #13 in WerewolvesAndVampires #16 in Fantasy-Romance #72 in Paranormal An unlikely trio, a werewolf, a vampire and a decendant of fallen angels are bound by fate to be brothers not of blood but in spirit. These three "brothers" find themselves drawn to a small town in the State of Washington. Why do they have a pressing need to go to this small town? What will happen? Book 1 - Bound by Spirit Book 2 - Bound by Love Please Vote and Comment and love to get some feedback. There will not be many author notes as I feel they disrupt the flow of the book when reading. Mature Content - Strong Sexual Content - Some Language - Some Violence but nothing too Gory Wattpad has Chapter 41 private due to sexual content. You will have to follow me for that chapter. There is a general recap of some pertinent details at the beginning of the following chanpter. That way you will only have to follow if you want to read the erotic scenes.

Unforgivable will be removed from Wattpad on Oct 20 2020 and published to Amazon Kindle! Lyri is a rejected she-wolf, but only she and her mate know the devastating truth. Her pack lives in ignorance of their alphason's betrayal of his truemate. Instead his choice is celebrated and loved. Fiercely determined to gain her place by her mate's side, Lyri fights with everything she has... and fails spectacularly. Her mate's father, the Alpha, declares Lyri nulla venia, unforgivable, and sentences her to suffer a brutal punishment under the Moon. Lyri would have died, but three males take her to their home to heal. Now, Lyri must make a decision, does she stay and choose to belong to these males, or does she flee to live alone in the wilderness? Her decision will have consequences that she never imagined, but she is already unforgivable. Can she finally win her battles and become the she-wolf she was meant to be? Warning - Story contains mature subjects including sex and violence.

In a world where vampires feed from other vampires and males dominate females... there is but one precious thing left in their world which every vampire craves... A Mihr. Dohmenic is the Dralan - the King - of all vampires, and survives purely on clean blood; The blood of a Mihr, a virgin. Without a Dralaq, a Queen, he has to feed from Mihrs to ensure the continuation of his pure blood and the claim to the throne. But the times are dire; Mihrs are becoming rarer and rarer each day, and so the Dralan is slowly fading from bloodthirst. He desperately needs a Mihr to feed. Leyla is a Mihr. She is one of the few that is left in the world ruled by hungry, savage male vampires and she intends to stay that way. In hiding from the frenzied males, she ends up in the one place that should have been her only safe haven in the world; The Dralan's castle. Disguising herself as a Kischmir (a servant), she pretends she is but a mere commoner whose blood is not the purest kind in the kingdom. But when the Dralan nearly dies from cruel thirst, her blood is all that can save him. To be a Mihr means you can't be bedded by a male, otherwise your blood will be tainted. But as things grow heated between the Dralan and Leyla, will Dohmenic be able to keep his hands off her? After all, we always want what we can't have...

"Before I show you who I am, I want you to remember what you're fighting for," Aide replied cautiously and gave them all a piercing stare. "Keep an open mind." "Just tell us, lad," Hanke snarled impatiently and bobbed his sword. "Brace yourselves," Aide said as he slowly reached for his hood. Emaia's heart pounded vigorously in her chest, so loudly, she feared people could hear. This was it. She would finally see the face of her rescuer, the face she had so longed to see. Aide gave them all one last lingering look before he closed his eyes. "Your whole world is about to change." He punctuated his sentence by pulling off his hood. The entire crowd gasped and all readied their weapons, as long silver hair burst free from the cloak and long slender ears appeared. It was impossible, Emaia thought. They had been extinct for decades. But there was no denying it. She looked at the man who had rescued her a few nights ago, and remembered him as charming and valiant. It all made so much sense now-why he could do, what he could do. He was an elf. And not just any elf. - A Northern Elf.

Angels were pure. But what happens when the Queen of Angels was the biggest sinner of them all? Warning: This book contains triggers related to sexual assault.

My heart hammered against my chest as I walked up the steps to the house. He's going to hate me...maybe he'll just say he's done with me. No, shut up Winter. Take a breath. Knocking on the door, I prayed he wasn't home. God how do I start?! Hey Sir, I'm sorry I left you in the middle of- My thought was interrupted when the door was opened and his cologne hit me. I looked at my hands knowing what has going to happen next. The breeze sent shivers down my spine, or was that the look he was giving me? "Mr.Kormack, I'm sorry-" I began but when he pulled me into the house and slammed the door, pressing me against it. His lips found my neck, sucking. I let out a moan instead. A smirk was on his lips. "Princess you left me in the middle of a crowd with no mate. I was embarrassed. You were very bad-naughty." He growled making me swallow hard and grip what material I could. "S-Sir I-" He growled and I stopped. "What happens to bad girls, Princess?" He asked kissing up my neck. "They get punished." I whimpered and he moved me so I faced the stairs. He slapped my ass hard, making a gasp and whimper come from my mouth. "That's not even the beginning. Now go wait." He growled with a smirk. ________________________________________________________________ This is a werewolf book with more than just this relationship. It does get intense, so it may not be for everyone. I'm trying to finish it up for everyone. I hope you enjoy, let me know what you think :)

Hill Swartz LLP: a name synonymous with precision, power, and cold efficiency. Founded by the iron-willed Sebastian Hill and the sharp-as-a-knife Daniel Swartz, the firm is a kingdom built on rules, boundaries, and the unwavering separation of the professional and the personal. Their world runs like a finely tuned machine, each part moving seamlessly, each cog in place. Until, one call shatters everything. Daniel's father is gravely ill, and there's no time to lose. The urgency is immediate, and there is no room for hesitation. He must go. But there's a problem-his daughter, Rene. Stuck in the throes of law school, she can neither go with him nor remain in her family's home. As the cherished, overprotected girl of the family, she's Daniel's world, and no one else would do. Not even the hands of strangers. So, in a moment of desperate clarity, he does the only thing he can. He entrusts her into the care of his firm's partner, the ever-composed Sebastian Hill. Sebastian's first glance at Rene is like a bullet to the chest. He's been through it all-nothing rattles him, nothing unseats him. Or so he thought. But in the silence of that first look, something snaps. A single instant, and a chasm forms between them, deepening and widening with every breath they take. It's not enough to drown them, but it's enough to bring a storm. This storm, however, is like none either of them has ever faced. The situation is tragic, vehemence unhinged, with emotions spinning out of control like a tempest that neither can predict nor contain. Boundaries are blurred, hearts are torn between what they want and what they know is forbidden. Their struggle will change the course of their lives, their firm, and their very selves. The question isn't whether they will fall-it's how far they will fall and if they'll ever find their way back. [First Book of the V-series] A Stand-alone Novel.

"I swear to you, I won't stop until your legs are shaking, and the neighbors know my name..." Dominikov Machiavelli ~~~~~ Meet VIVIENNE FITZMAN, multi billionaire "well, let me introduce myself. I'm the bitch you try as much as possible to never fuck with. I'm going to make you think that you're dying...feel like you're dying...even see that you're dying, meanwhile in real life, you could never have been more fucking alive" "YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE A FEDERAL JUDGE!" he screamed out "yes I am. but sometimes I act as jury and executioner too" Now, what happens when she makes a mistake? She fucked with the wrong man... Dominikov Machiavelli. the leader of the order of Machiavelli. An organization that made the Illuminati seem like child's play. A man that held the reigning strings over world leaders. This wasn't the mafia. No. this was the man you sent to exterminate the fucking mafia. No one outside the order had ever seen how he looked like and lived to tell about it. A shadow behind an organization that could grant you your innermost three wishes. for a price of course. oh, he wasn't a genie. He was the devil. "I want to watch your control slip. watch you reach your breaking point and not be able to do anything about it. And when you eventually scream out all that tension fastly building up within you, knowing you've lost, I'm going to be right here, with my hands on the fucking trigger. My name the only thing on your thoughts before I send you off." Two people who are good at control. Except he's stronger. better. faster. And a lot more richer. A man who never thought he'd meet the girl worthy of him. He got a vixen who's every movement screamed sex on six inch heels! "This is toxic! we're going to be the death of each other. We both have the ability and capacity to burn, and we're going to burn each other to the ground" "Good. let's fuck in the ashes then. I swear to you, I won't stop until your legs are shaking and the neighbours know my name "

This is the first book, there is a sequel which is called The Twin Witches: The New Generation. https://www.wattpad.com/story/65654844-the-twin-witches-the-new-generation "Told you I would rip it off you." He said smirking. I was about to open my mouth to say something to him, but he cut me up by French kissing me. He took his arms around my body, and placed his hands on my almost bare ass. He then grabbed it tight, as he moved up to the beds headboard. He made me sit on his erection with my legs spread; I could feel him getting just as hot as me. Then he released our lips and tongues, but I thought that I had to tease him a little, so I began moving my hips back and forth, making sure I hit his erection. He groaned, and I began moaning a little. He looked me in the eyes while I kept the motion going. His hands travelled to his lovely shirt, and he ripped it off, not caring that the buttons where flying in every direction. "Stand up." He demanded. His lustful demand, made me do it without second thought. I stood up with core right around his mouth. I could feel myself getting wet; just thinking about what he could do to me. He inhaled just as he had moved his head closer to where I wanted him. "You smell good." He said. "May I have a taste." He asked teasing.

... for a moment I thought that everything was back to normal, that I was okay. But then it came crashing down on me. Blood was valuable. Blood was life. The loss of blood had a price. A high one.