NOTICE🚨🚨🚨 DMM has began to undergo Major editings. You can continue to read if you wish to but edited chapters would be uploaded daily if possible. ****** Katherine Lane has always craved simplicity, a life untouched by the demands of wealth and high society. But one reckless night changes everything when she finds herself entangled with Caspian Montgomery-a man who embodies everything she once ran from. Caspian commands power with an iron will, feared as much as he is desired. Ruthless, powerful, and entirely out of reach. As the heir to an empire, he commands fear and respect in equal measure, a man whose world is built on control. He is as feared as he is desired. With wealth, power, intelligence, and the allure of a Greek god, he has it all. He is a man accustomed to control, and when he discovers Katherine is carrying his child, letting go is not an option. What was meant to be a fleeting moment becomes inescapable when Katherine discovers she's carrying his child. she is thrust into the very life she once fled-one of power, privilege, and unforgiving scrutiny. But Caspian doesn't just demand his heir; he demands her. Katherine must navigate the dangerous intricacies of wealth and influence. Here, power is a currency, love is a weakness, and every move is a calculated game. But as much as she resists, Caspian is relentless-possessive in ways she never expected, drawn to her in a way that defies logic. To him, she is not just the mother of his child; she is his-to protect, to control, to claim. Bound by an unexpected marriage, Katherine must navigate a world where love and power are indistinguishable, and where the most dangerous thing of all may be surrendering to the man who now holds her fate in his hands. # 1 in marriage, 11/11/2023 #1 in age gape, 11/11/2023 #1 in billionaire,11/11/2023 #1 in one night stands 11/11/2023 #1 in wealthy11/11/2023 #1 in Humor 23/11/2023

*Releasing this fall in paperback on Amazon!* Dylan Crawford has her hands full as a sports physiotherapist. On the surface she's a workaholic with little to no friends who never finds time to enjoy the freedom of being a 26-year-old newly single woman living in Chicago. Being forced to work with fallen football star, Lake Decker, was the last thing she ever wanted. He's perfection in physical form and tempting to throw her off her own game. Confident and cocky, his moody, broody, know-it-all attitude has her biting her tongue to do whatever it takes to support her secrets. Secrets that the infatuated Lake finds himself wanting to unravel. The Canary Cowards

Valentina has her life together. A nurse now, five years strong, she's doing more than well for herself. But when her abusive father comes back to town to drag her back to Honduras, Valentina goes to her brother for help. Only to find him involved in a motorcycle gang side-by-side with an enforcer named Butcher. And yes, he'll help protect her from her father...but in return she's the gang's new medic.

Shelland Conall has always believed herself to be ordinary, and she's never had reason to suspect otherwise. Not until an enigmatic stranger seems to show up at every corner, and he's claiming to be the one that saved her life. Thing is, Shelland doesn't remember her life ever endangered. But Beck, this charming boy with eyes like ice, is relentless and comes bearing an unthinkable truth: that someone close to her has been poisoning her. It's not just any type of poison either, but a magic suppressant disguised as an everyday pill, and it's crafted to keep something buried inside of her. Struggling to read between the lies, Shelland must act fast on who to trust, but how can she trust anyone when she can't even trust her own memories? And the more she learns about Beck's supernatural life, the farther she will fall into his bloody world of magic that she never knew existed. But what happens when a broken girl tastes her first dose of darkness? The Perennial Chaos Series: Umbra, Vol. I Highest Ranking: #9 in Werewolf, July 2015 *This version is the complete first draft. It is wholly unedited save minor grammar and spelling checks. For the latest version, please read A Merciful Poison.*

"I don't need a backup plan." Her doubt in him was offensive. Killian would move mountains to get what he wanted. He'd topple kingdoms, thrones and royals without a second thought. So long as he had the means. Forever oppressed as vampire General, the throne he hankered for seemed unattainable. Out of reach. Until her. "That sounds like over-confidence," She tutted, trailing her fingers across his lips. "It's me who'll die if that goes wrong. I'd appreciate a backup plan." Their alliance wasn't born from trust. Or lust. Not even toleration. They were pushed together without choice. Only circumstance called for rebellion. His words were a fluttery whisper against her mouth. "I promise you right now, we don't need a backup plan. Tomorrow, everything I've planned will go accordingly. Have a little faith in me Sinclair. I won't let you die." Separate plans. Separate motivations. Was working together even possible? She pressed her forehead to his, the distance between them nigh non-existent. "I hope that's a promise you're able to keep. If I die, I'll haunt you."

Imogen 'Mops' Fox is the personal assistant of the Mayor of the small rural town of Fleckney Woulds. According to all clichés, she's madly in love with her unaware workaholic of a boss - but that won't stop her from building her own little family, solving a murder, and saving the town from a financial scheme devised by a mysterious overseas corporation. ~ Fox & Oakby Murder Mysteries ~ Book I ~ Cosy Mystery, Romance & Humour ~ COMPLETE {The story continues in 'Fox & Oakby Book II: Paint the Town Red'}

"I'm going to catch you up to speed here Eros. We're going to fuck, if that's alright with you." Six hundred years ago, Eros, God of the angels, died a brutal death. Murdered in his own throne room. Scythe to the heart. Twisted. Six hundred years later, the winged man woke up, a shell of the man he used to be. "That's perfectly fine with me." For some god forsaken reason, nobody could see him. Or hear him. It was as though he wasn't there. As if he were still dead. But she could see him. And touch him. And taste him. If he could keep his mind off of her evil lips for long enough, he'd spark a deal. A deal in which she, his sweetest torture, assisted him in his journey back to life. "I thought it might be." Of course, he failed to factor in her separate agenda. MASS DAILY UPDATES

"Why do I want you so bad?" Princess Nazreen had never left her castle. She had no experiences of the world. Hidden away in her shell, she experienced nothing outside of her little box. Until him. "Why can't I get enough of you?" A man with his own agenda. With his own problems. With his old-fashioned ways and ruthless outlook upon the world. "Why do you taste so good?" He didn't intend to get so caught up in her. To lose focus on the mission. But one thing led to another and ... "Why do I feel so good?" There was no going back from this. 3rd Celestials instalment Can be read as a stand alone book.

"You can't stop me from stopping you. Knock me out, Blood Queen, and that's a lot of werewolf to drag back up to your castle." The plan had been simple for Chronos. Find the Queen of the witches, kill the Queen of the witches. He'd end her once and for all. His plans turned to ashes when the Queen went wolf hunting. "Your head isn't the only thing I can explode with blood." "Do your worst, Blood Queen." Annaliese was never going to catch feelings. Not for anyone. Certainly not a dog. And yet- Once you go werewolf... To put an end to a never-ending war, can two enemies find it in themselves to get along? Can be read as a stand alone book.

"I'm not entertaining this anymore." She gave his chest another push. "Your pet's done playing games tonight." "My question," He reminded her. She held up her middle finger. "My answer." Evie Wicker is so done with the supernatural world. Like, 100% done with it. Totally. And she's quite content with her cute little human shop, her good-for-nothing boyfriend and a microwave meal every night. Oh yeah. Evie Wicker swapped out the magic spells and the witchy badassery for takeaway food and the 9 to 5. No regrets? Right... "What do you think you're doing?" Half-dressed, she rose with a tank top in hand. He cursed again at the sight of it. His night was going to be awful. With breasts like that pressed against him, what was a man to do? "I figured since I don't hold a candle to wolfy women, I've got nothing to worry about." He felt a growl building in his throat. "And we both know you're above easy witches." Century after century, Lorcan- King of the werewolves- has been comforted by the promise of her. His mate. He had expectations for greatness. Instead, he got her. Lacking. Why did she have to be a witch? "But you hate the witches." "I don't hate my witch." "You'd stop a war that's twice my age for me?" "Why else?" When he decides he wants her, will she want him back? DAILY UPDATES