When THE MOON GODDESS CASTS A SPELL ON THE ALPHA KING Lincoln and his entire pack, turning him into an icy ruler, he retreats into his loneliness, shutting out the world. Josephine, a spirited young wolf in distress, is saved from a terrible fate. Despite Lincoln's reluctance, the werewolf council assigns her to his care. Can a heart frozen by a curse find warmth? Perhaps the spell won't shatter completely, but there might be a loophole waiting to be discovered. Join them on a journey of magic, destiny, and a hint of youthful hope in this captivating [fairy]tale.

He was gigantic. The 7'0 monster of a man towered over her, even though he was sitting. Bright cyan eyes gazed down at her unreadably. He gestured with his large fingers for her to come closer. She'd anxiously waddle up to him. His bare chest was on full display. Long, complex tattoos covered his right peck and entire arm. A language she didn't understand was written all along it. She was squeezing her thighs together and studying his manly appearance like a whimpering dog in heat. She could only squeal when he settled his hands on her hips and hauled her onto his lap. ------------------------ Suffering from severe amnesia, a woman wakes up cold and alone in a forest. She doesn't know where she is, how she got here, or who she even is. She's fortunate that a nearby community finds her and takes her in, where she meets a silent and... clingy... brute.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned. __________________________________________ It was odd, seeing them tremble. Their necks long, bowed in submission. She could smell their tears, hear them dripping from their cheeks, the crisp leaves of autumn resting on the forest floor catching them in their brittle fingers. Their sobs, hiccups, echoing in the silent area, just beyond the perimeter of the Giant Sequoia; whispers of pleading for life, bubbling off trembling, desperate, lips. Her stomach rolled; disgust grew in a pit in her abdomen. Fury built like a storm in her stomach, a growl building in her throat she couldn't contain- she didn't want to contain. She couldn't help but spit at their feet, feeling her nails grow on shaking hands. She would enjoy their deaths, she would feed on their carcasses. This was going to be a massacre. She would be re-born, in blood. Highest rating: 75-werewolf 5/20/20 #1-strong female character 6/7/2020 #1- torture 6/15/2020 #3- insane 8/31/2020 #2- alpha female 1/26/2020

Georgia is the poster-child werewolf hunter. With two wolf-drained parents, she has cause to rally so aggressively against the half-human half-wolf beasts. Her skill is legendary which means it is no surprise when she is assigned to cut off the head of the beast. She must kill Ajax, King of the Werewolves. The only problem is a handsome stranger who keeps getting in the way.

Kaia, daughter of the ocean gods, is convinced that her life is a miracle. Years after escaping the underground prison where she and her siren sisters were kept, she is making the best of a bad situation. Her only goal is to stay alive and stay off the radar. Sounds simple, but life is never as such. Nero is not done hunting her and it seems he has sent a particularly driven werewolf after her. No matter how far she runs, her hunter always seems to be one step ahead of her.

What if saving someone meant exchanging your fate for something you can't even imagine? What if your real identity is buried in lies, deception, ancient-old curse and violence? Suddenly thrown into the world of werewolves, Honey LeChat struggles to fit into her new life. Bound to a contract with the cold and unyielding Roarke Romanov, she must find a way to battle the fierce attraction between them, all the while protecting who she was and maybe, finding out who she's supposed to be. Book 1.5 (Prequel to book 2 and 3): https://www.wattpad.com/story/164841191-claiming-olivia-novella

He was a werewolf. She was human. He thought he would never have a second chance. She thought he would not look at her twice. Fate decided otherwise... • Mature Content • Copyright • Media Content not my own

Exert: After a brief pause to kick off their shoes, Jason threw the ball to Reece who padded it from hand to hand for a second before he turned to face the two girls. "So, Sierra, have you ever played American touch-football before?" "Nope, but I know what it is. I'm a bit fuzzy on the rules, but I'm pretty good at handling balls..." Sierra replied with a mischievous sparkle in her eyes, and a deliberate emphasis on the last word to let the guys know that she'd meant it to have some flirtatious innuendo. Reece choked with surprise and Jason seemed to freeze in place. She could have sworn that Michael's skin actually changed colour. All three men seemed completely caught off guard by her choice of words. Sara burst out laughing and leaned on Sierra for support as though her legs might give out from under her if she couldn't contain her mirth soon. "Oh my word, that was priceless! I think you're my new best friend!" she remarked, wiping moisture from her eyes between convulsions of laughter. ------------------------- Werewolves aren't real, right? That's what Sierra Basson had always believed. Yet the moment she met Jason Chee, with his charming dimples and gorgeous, golden gaze, her instincts immediately forbid her to touch him. It was as if the moment their skin made contact, her entire life would change forever. Powerless against the lure of attraction, what starts off as a friendship soon starts to escalate. Then everything goes horribly wrong one night when Sierra's nightmares unexpectedly become the basis of a new, mind-blowing reality. Terrified, vulnerable and a victim of her own body, Sierra discovers the hard way that she has a nasty little secret of her own... 'Touched' is a quirky, fun-filled, paranormal adventure that will surprise you at every turn. This is the first book in the Skinwalker Series. Please feel free to comment, rate a

Werewolves have ruled Earth since 2460, when they won the fourth World War. Vasilisa, Sil, is a human. Malcolm is the Alpha King of the entire Earth, with everyone obeying his rules with by just using one of his fingers. Sil has been a slave working in the Royal Werewolf Castle ever since she was 8, when she witnessed the Alpha King decapitate her parents. She hates werewolves, especially the King. Malcolm hates humans. When Sil finds out King Malcolm is her mate, she is taken to his chambers, Malcolm begging her for forgiveness. Vasilisa denies his apology, and becomes even more afraid of him. Will Malcolm be able to win Vasilisa over, or will he only become the first mateless Alpha King?

BOOK ONE OF THE CURSED SERIES "What's your name?" His voice was a delicate murmur in her ear. "Alice," she breathed, gasping as he nipped at her lobe. Their bodies swayed to the music, ignorant of the people around them. She was falling into the abyss of this man, of his seduction and thrall. Her stomach clenched involuntarily as he breathed her name in a throaty groan. "I like that," he murmured as he trailed his tongue down her neck, nipping at the skin at the base of her throat. Alice opened her eyes at the glaring flashing lights above them. She wanted him. Gods how she wanted him... "What's your name?" She dared to ask. Her throat was dry and parched from the heat, from the man that ground his pelvis into her ass... He chuckled, fingers trailing down her right thigh, "so responsive," he murmured as she moaned, gasping for cool air. * * * When Alice seeks out a popular club in hopes of curbing the misery that 'the one that should not be named' had caused, she most certainly didn't anticipate stumbling upon a man who would rock her world in a way that 'the one that should not be named' didn't. Nevermind the prospect of stumbling upon someone who was of another species entirely. Although, she tried to forget about that part. And let's be honest here, it's not exactly easy escaping an Alpha that claims to require Alice for his survival. But like her gramps had told her- "there's nothing like a good kick to the balls." Though, that didn't quite work in her favour a year down the line. How, do you wonder? Well, it's a damn long story to tell.