Thrown out and bashed by her own family, April Rutter was among the only wolves who couldn't shift nor held any powers. Mocked by male wolves and abused by female wolves, April believed it was in her destiny to be nothing more until someone else took charge of her destiny, Alpha Nicholas, the strongest and the cruelest leader of werewolves. Nicholas spent his mornings strategizing plans to take over the world and he spent his evening's taking down packs, killing werewolves and alpha's from all around the world. So what happened when he made his way into Moonlight Ash pack and killed nearly everyone? Havoc.

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

Marcelo DeVille is a man on the edge-his perfect life with his fiancée, Pamela Green, crumbling under the weight of his own anger and frustration. When Pamela suggests counseling, Marcelo, fed up with the endless cycle, agrees-if only to appease her. Little does he know, the session with Isabella Pressly will be anything but ordinary. Isabella, a seasoned psychiatrist with two decades of experience, is used to the emotional minefields of her patients. But Marcelo is different. He's rude, dismissive, and locked inside his own world of resistance. His defiance, paired with a disturbing intensity in his gaze, forces Isabella into a dangerous game she never expected to play. With each session, their fiery clashes become more than just therapeutic sparring. Marcelo's fury meets Isabella's unwavering calmness in a tumultuous dance of desire and tension. The attraction between them is undeniable, but so is the line they're both walking-a line that could destroy everything they've worked for. As their connection deepens, so does the pull of forbidden temptation, and the real world outside their sessions becomes a prison they can't escape. Both are trapped by the consequences of their desires, unsure of how long they can keep up the charade. But temptation is a dangerous game, and when it comes to desire, some boundaries are meant to be crossed. The question isn't if they'll break, but when-and what it will cost them. [The Ninth book of The V series] A Stand-alone novel.

"I could tutor you, but I don't think you'd be able to concentrate." • • • When Cassandra Berry gets offered a shitload of money and a place at any college of her choice, just to con a man and getting pregnant with a said man, the answer seems pretty straight forward; Yes. - But Harry Xavier Devon is no mere fool. With two millennium prizes on his back and renowned around the world as the next Newton within mathematics, Harry easily sees through his brother's ploy to have a woman seduce him and get her pregnant when he himself can't have children. His brother in desperate need of an heir for his business empire, but Harry has no intentions of playing the scapegoat. Flipping the play against his brother, he pays Cassandra double the money to continue lying to his brother that they *are* having sex. He thinks he's gotten his revenge when it suddenly appears he's gotten more than he bargained for. Cassandra is no shy woman, or as previously thought, just a money-grabbing whore. Stuck in the same house together for a whole summer could prove to teach the mathematician that some things can *never* be calculated... - Especially when dealing with a (horny) woman.