COMPLETED! "You are weak, unstable, and arrogant! You are not a good wolf!" A laugh barked out of the Alpha's throat, shaking his head, eyes so bright. "Grow up, pup! Look at yourself!" My hands shake as he taunts me, travelling up my arms until my whole body is vibrating. "No!" I scream, voice more animal than anything, and then, I lunge. --- Females are weak in this world. Your mate, he'll protect you. He'll save you, no matter what. That's what he's for. But that is not what Montana Wrens was built for. She's independent, driven, and hard headed. No is not an option. In this world she's out of place, persecuted, hated, put down. This isn't her, she somehow is breaking the mold. What happens when the men in her life are almost all against her? The women unwilling to band? Will she fight for the top? Or settle for second... --- VOTED FIRST PLACE BOOK OF THE YEAR (10-20K) BEST BADASS All Rights Reserved Some Mature Content* Wattys 2016 & 2017 ©Lasting Summit

It was meant to be a quick ten minute job, and Layla Martis was meant to be five hundred pounds richer by the end of it. Instead, after the hospital had an accidental mix up, the human ended up being inseminated with some random shifter's sperm. Now he thinks she's his mate.

Book 1 in the Deviant Creatures Series In the slums of New York City an underground prison sat. The City that Never Sleeps wasn't all it seemed, ruled by the society of the supernatural, the gang wars were pack wars, the drug dealers were carriers for money hungry beasts. But in the midst of all the chaos sat the prison. Everest Peak Penitentiary was renowned for being the most dangerous werewolf prison in the States, all of the traitors, tyrants, and hellions went there. The worst of the worst. Only the strongest survived. You had to fight your way to the top, past the plotting twats and bloodthirsty savages. Right up to the top, to the throne. It was known for that she-wolves never go to Everest. Save for the exception of Olympe Tryker. For years she had been the talk of the supernatural, her crimes horrid, her temper even worse. At the young age of fifteen she had been incarcerated into Everest. And she, like everyone else there, learned the hard way. It was kill or be killed. •Warning - Mature Themes• •cover by Deviation-•

Ri likes a quiet life, without drama, and certainly without all that mate crap that the world seems to revolve around. To her exasperation, it seems to be all anyone cares about, looking for, finding and then claiming their mate. Well, that won't be her. She has a secret. She has managed to suppress her scent, so her mate can never find her. She has other plans and they don't involve having her head and heart messed up by hormones and matehood. Because she knows who her mate is. Damian, warrior and son of the Clan leader. Her friend. And if he ever finds out...

A beat of a second passed before he slowly pulled away from me, the suffocating heat withdrawing with him as he straightened up. My eyes lifted to meet his as he released his hold on my knife, and I flicked my wrist, flipping it with ease so my hands closed around its smooth, still-warm handle. The room was silent. The ten other men seated on the couch didn't bother trying to hide the shock on their faces that a hunter had just agreed to a deal with their Alpha. I totally felt the same way, even if I was that dumb motherfucker. They seemed to be imagining what horrible, unthinkable threats he could have whispered into my ear to make me cave, but to think my resolve had dissolved with just four unexpected words from his mouth. Sometimes, I wondered if I even had a brain. "So," I said now, holding back a sigh as I looked up into those steely, unreadable eyes, "If I'm going to work with you, I'll need a name to call you by. Unless you prefer to be referred to as moody dick?" Silence followed my words. "What, don't you guys know Moby Dick?" I asked no one in particular, and ten pairs of eyes exchanged glances that further questioned my sanity. The last pair of eyes held mine steady. The ring of gold in them seemed to burn like a flickering candlelight against the night of the sea. "Heath," he said, and I could finally place his accent as the name curled and settled in my ears like a cat by the fireplace. I smiled. "Well, cool." I put my hand out between us, the one holding the knife, the silver-pointed tip facing him as I offered him a handshake. "Nice to meet you moody dick, I'm Alessandra."

Imagine a dirt road leading five mile up from the main road to a big old grey stone house surrounded by trees. The house has three storeys and huge bay windows. Inside the house is a main entrance hall with a large sweeping staircase covered in a blood red carpet. If you follow the stairs up to the top floor and follow the narrow hallway towards the end, you will find a door on your left. Open the door and you will find a bedroom with a bed covered in sheets and wool blankets. Inside that bed, buried under the duvets and pillows, you will find my body. This is the story of how I died. _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ This is unedited, so there will be mistakes!

"Fate is tricky and her time is limited. She can love without reason, and forgive without thought - that is her curse and her gift. Be that as it may, the wolf will remain by Red Riding Hood's side for all eternity, for she is a lady, and he, a monster." - Aleksandra Volkov. Van Volkov was born with a curse, a demon that lives inside of his mind, and a promise to protect. Having lived his entire life for the sake of others, he has created a steel wall that surrounds himself - impenetrable, just like his heart. Revered as a God by humans and a murderer by his own kind, he lives in secrecy, letting few humans know that he is one of four pure lycan's left in the humans world. That all changes when he rescues a human child after her family are killed by rogue shifters. Vowing never to acknowledge her existence or his rare act of kindness, he struggles with the fact that she could be the key to breaking down his steel walls and unlocking his buried humanity. But how do you find your humanity when you're not really human at all? Aira Blight was six years old when she witnessed her entire family's death. Taken in by a doctor and his kind wife, Aira slowly but surely recovers from the trauma. As she grows, Aira is supported financially and academically by a supposed stranger, but she knows her saviour is watching over her, and her one wish is to help her cold and angry hero feel compassion and love - the same sort of compassion and love he has shown Aira her entire life - although he may not know it. ----- Published December 15th, 2016. Available on Amazon in Kindle and Paperback. 60% of the Sample Manuscript Available

#1 in Werewolf - #1 in Mate The world is at war with something they told themselves didn't exist. Samantha was born into this world and has always lived her life in fear of the world's newest predator; however, she has a plan for freedom and nothing is going to stop her from achieving it. Not even Samuel. *** I ran straight into the rocks but whipped back around when I realized I was trapped. When I came face to face with the man again, I reached for my backpack and snapped open my pepper spray. The lid came undone and a burning liquid erupted from the tube, covering my attacker's face. I waited for him to recoil so I could break away, but he didn't move. In fact, all he did was bring his shirt up to his eyes to wipe away the oozing liquid. I stared with wide eyes, glancing between the man and the bottle in my hand. Then, it hit me. Pepper spray worked on humans.

If you throw a rogue wolf into a pack, what do you get? Certainly, not a Luna. Kaia Aalish, rogue-born, must outrun the repercussions of her murderous past to become the fated Luna of Caedes, but that does not appear to be her true intention. __________________________________ "You're killing me," I moaned, tugging on his shirt which irritatingly still stood between us. He got the hint. Before I really had time to even acknowledge the sculpted muscle bound to his well-defined body, his shirt was on the floor, and his lips found mine. The kiss was in no way gentle. Lust burned at the tips of our tongues, each of them fighting for dominance over one another. His hands were just beginning to fiddle with the button of my jeans when the door was thrown open. Both of our attentions shot to the door with a now very broken doorknob. Though, that wasn't really what I was interested in. Oh, no. My mind was focused on a very real problem--that I was laying on a bed with a man I had only met maybe three hours ago while, simultaneously, staring into the dark eyes of my mate. Highest Ranking: #4 in Werewolf 6/23/17 Completed: 8/10/2020 © All Rights Reserved 2016

Copyrighted 2017 *Completed* Highest rankings: #6 in Werewolf #1 in Wolves #3 in Featured He was said to be powerful, the most powerful of them all. A king of kings- a dark king. Complete control. He needed it- thrived on it. He was power, he was dark, and he was beautiful. They say he was a descendant of the first wolves- of shapeshifters so fierce they could kill with barely a glance. He was respected, revered. Feared. The King of the North. And we were the idiots sneaking into his territory. *Not your typical werewolf book* --please reframe from hateful comments directed at me or other readers who enjoy the story. *This book has no sexually mature scenes and is PG-13* *This book has nothing to do with The Game of Thrones, and is not a fanfic of any kind*