One summer in Italy changed her life forever. Now, her secret is about to be unmasked. Amethyst St. Clair has everything she needs: a wealthy family, a beautiful life, and a son she would do anything to protect. But for years, one question has haunted the tabloids: Who is the father? Her cunning grandfather has already successfully played matchmaker for two of her sisters, and Amethyst knows she's his next target. To escape his pressure, she agrees to one last business trip to Italy. She expected a professional meeting. She didn't expect to come face-to-face with Franco Calvetti. He is still as gorgeous as the summer they met. Franco is now more powerful and more dangerous than ever. He's the man who broke her heart, and the one mistake she swore she'd never repeat. But as the spark between them reignites, Amethyst is terrified: What will the ruthless Italian prince do when he discovers the son she's been hiding for years?

Life Lesson #1: If you are planning on going to a nightclub in the middle of sketchy, dark woods, don't. Life Lesson #2: If there are too many attractive, healthy people in said nightclub, be alarmed and rethink Life Lesson #1. Life Lesson #3: If you were foolish enough to ignore rules 1 and 2, I suggest you haul ass. Aeress is one of those special people who obviously need a couple more life lessons... ----------------------------------------------------------------- He chuckled. It was dry but it was an addictive sound. "No," he brought his nose against her collar, "not at all." His lips skimmed over her exposed skin. She sighed at his touch, riding the sweet, overwhelming waves that came with. "You've barely touched me," Aeress had her hands skimming up the back of his neck and in between his strands. "And I'm falling apart." His voice was a little hollow and this worried her. "The bond we have is responsible for that." She tugged at him until he looked up. For a moment she just basked in how handsome he was. "I don't think so," she leaned in for a kiss, "I think that you are just about the most fascinating man I have ever met. And we have only just met. I don't think a bond can simply erase the will of an independent woman like me." His eyes came to life with a blazing fire. He closed the distance between them and kissed sensation back into her body, setting off every nerve in her flesh. Everything came to a boiling point, sizzling with need. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ °°MATURE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT OF ALL KINDS, AND I MEAN ALL KINDS°° Highest Rank: #7 in Werewolf, #79 in Romance

In a world of monsters, is it possible to find the beauty in each other? Ice melts... Power ignites... Bonds forge... Just in time to clash with the impending storm on its way. ----------------------------------------------------------------- "I think you have lost your mind," Soren suddenly muttered. Then it happened: Annika grinned. A glowing warmth lit inside, heating her cold interior. There was something extraordinary about the simplicity put into a grin. The anguish lessoned, and suddenly anything was possible. Surely the sky could fall if Annika could smile? "What makes you say that?" She asked as she continued her movements. The grin acted as a soothing balm on her aching heart. Annika might've been crazy to become so easily uplifted by an everyday facial expression, but crazy seemed like a much better term to be than slave. "Only a lunatic would approach me in my slumber." His eyes remained shut, and he didn't object to her petting, so Annika didn't stop. "Well... you wouldn't know if you were asleep?" "Mmm," the sound vibrated like a guttural hum, "I awoke the second you entered." "Did you?" Annika asked as she turned her head to study his face, but this time, his eyes were open, revealing those beautiful pits of colorless depths. --------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) Highest Rank: 48 (thanks to you beautiful creatures)

A murderous, psychopathic pixie with a gun meets a equally attractive, maddening prince who also has a gun. The real twist? A mysterious disease threatens to end this murderous, psychopathic pixie, and her only hope may just be the prince whom she hates... But who are we kidding? There is no story if there is no undeniably, sexually frustrating, overwhelmingly infuriating attraction between Ms. Batshit-crazy herself and a certain prince who clearly has a death wish when it comes to his choice of woman. Buckle up, because when it involves Inferno and Rouhem... I'd start popping that popcorn now. ----------------------------------------------------------------- And god how good he looked in his leather jacket and blue jeans. It was pissing her off. "Oh, really?" he responded to the sound of her gun. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine. She never had such reactions to a male until him, and she has decided that no matter how amazing it felt, it was most likely for the best that she ignored it. "Yes, really!" she snapped, "you barge into my life and don't expect consequences? You must not be Rouhem. He would know that I can get a little trigger happy when someone annoys me, especially you!" Inferno knew herself well enough to firmly state that she was a very irrational person outside of grave situations. Anything that exasperated her usually was shot. It was a mere fact. "Do it then, pixie, make my day." ----------------------------------------------------------------- (WARNING: MATURE CONTENT OF ALL KINDS *EMPHASIS ON THE ALL PART*) (2nd book in this universe of brooding beasts and the women who slay more than Buffy, CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE, but there are spoilers for the 1st book... you've been warned... but hey, you do what you want... this was definitely way too long of a side-note... my bad... bye)