Tucker Conway is a self righteous lawyer, who has decided to dedicate his life to fight for justice, put criminals behind bars, and be the youngest District Attorney in the country. With a slight alcohol problem, and a large attitude problem- there are a lot of things that he despises. Callum Kaufman being one of them. Callum Kaufman, CEO of a multi-billion empire, gives the phrase 'rich and famous' a whole new definition. Used to always getting his way, imagine his dilemma when he runs into Tucker, a man that offers him nothing but disdain. With lives that are oceans apart, and ideologies even more so, read how Tuck and Cal collide. [mxm]

After retiring from the life of an auror, Gavin Reed reluctantly takes up a new post at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. The Ministry believes there may be evil lurking within the school, and Gavin is someone they trust to keep them in the loop, but is there really some nefarious plot? And are the staff involved?

Sixty was supposed to be ready to leave, but when Allen finds him, he still has another round left to play. With a withering sigh, Allen gives in and gives his team the advantage they need. Anything to make Sixty leave on time.

When Connor claimed he got the perfect present, this isn't exactly what Sixty had in mind. Still, it would be rude to let his brothers go to all this trouble and not partake.

Gavin never wanted to be immortal. He holds a deep hatred and resentment for his mother's people after what they did, so when he is grievously injured it should have been his choice to die as a mortal man. Unfortunately, his brother and grandfather had other plans and Gavin finds himself having to adapt to his new life among the elves. Luckily, he doesn't have to do it alone.

Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...

As the most troubled of his brothers, Sixty was always told he'd get himself in trouble, but this probably isn't what they meant. While helping Chloe close up, Sixty is seriously injured with lasting consequences, and Chloe takes it upon herself to help him get better.

In a time before records, a young lord was supposed to be married to advance his father's reach and power. When he runs away with the captain of the guard instead, tragedy strikes and our story begins.

Captain Allen and Sixty are arguing. They haven't been talking for weeks and Gavin is sick of it. Gavin isn't the only one. Nines agrees that something must be done, and they even rope Connor in to help. Tired of listening to their brother's whining, they agree to go along with Gavin's plan to help Allen and Sixty work out their differences, and the DPD Christmas Party offers the perfect excuse to get them alone together.

"You like it, baby?" Ambrose purred in Kyree's ear, "I picked the colour out just for you, remembered just how much you like it on me," Kyree groaned as Ambrose caught his earlobe between his teeth, biting down hard enough that he knew there would be a mark. "Out," Kyree demanded the tailor, pleased with how fast the little man scuttled from the room. The second Kyree heard the door click shut, he pressed Ambrose against the wall to the left of them, covering the demon's mouth with his own. Ambrose complied with a soft moan and a tug of Kyree's hair, his other hand clutching the lapel of Kyree's suit, as if holding himself up for fear his knees may buckle. Kyree's mouth trailed down Ambrose's neck, leaving one deep purple bruise after another across his demon's tanned skin. Ambrose's mewls and purrs were loud, then again, Ambrose always was loud, he knew it turned Kyree on. Kyree was marking his lover, knowing that all eyes would be on them tonight, he wanted everyone to know what was his. "Mine," he murmured against Ambrose's abused flesh, nipping at the place just below his lover's jaw, marvelling in the primal groan that resonated through him. "Yours," Ambrose agreed, his chest heaving as his breath got taken from him by another quick nip across his throat from Kyree, "forever, baby," Kyree took a step back, admiring the myriad of mauve marks littered across Ambrose's throat. Purple was Kyree's favourite colour on Ambrose... {Book One of the Inamorate Series} This book is dedicated to my editor, illustrator and best friend Daisy for always being there for me and putting up with my shit. {Credit to her also for the cover art and all illustrations throughout}.