"I was scared... but wouldn't you be? If a serial killer was utterly obsessed with you?" Highest rank: #2 in Thriller

"Come any closer, and I swear I will kill you." "With what? Your very scary frying pan?" "I tried that one time!" I yell. "You know what I think?" He says softly, walking toward me, gorgeous green eyes blazing. My back hits the wall, my breath catching in my throat. "I think you like me this close." "Fuck off Nicolas," I growl. "I think you like it so much it scares you." I suck in a shaky breath, "stop." ********** Holly Jones is a young, somewhat feisty ballerina, and all in all, her life is seemingly... uninteresting. But when Holly's father dies she is suddenly wanted by every gang leader in the area, including the ever arrogant mafia underboss, Nicolas Romano. Holly has to find out what her father was doing and why everyone seems to think she's important, all the while fighting her strange connection with Nick, as her life spirals out of control. With sarcasm, secrets and special missions suddenly dominating her life, Holly must hold on to hope as she dances with devils in a world she didn't even know she was a part of.

"The prophecy says that a war will start between the two most powerful packs. A she-wolf would be born of the bloodmoon and she would be destined to end the war. The she-wolfs mate would be fataly wounded in battle, causing her to unlesh a tremendous amount of power and destroy the enemy packs leader. Therefor ended the war.'' Never knowing you were a werewolf or that you lived with a lot of them can come as a surprise when your brother's best friends claims you as his mate. Even more surprising is when you learn that you fulfill a prophecy that could cause you to loose everyone you love and care about.

Excerpt: "You fucking bastard!" I yelled, smacking him across the face, hard. He shot upright, his eyes glowing black. I flinched, staring at them in shock before remembering how livid I was. "You undressed me?" I screamed. Michel growled, a noise that almost didn't even sound human. I didn't let it scare me, refusing to back down. "You took my clothes off! Did you try anything? I swear to god--" I had been poking him in the chest, and suddenly, he grabbed my hand. His eyes were no longer black, but they were still dark. "I didn't touch you," he growled lowly. "Cynthia took your clothes off because she thought you'd be uncomfortable. I put you into bed. No one laid a hand on you otherwise." I stared down at my camisole and boy shorts. "Cynthia...?" "The woman who brought you up here," he snapped. ...well, shit. I crossed my arms and huffed angrily. "Ok, well...how do I know you didn't try anything?" He shook his head. "Don't you think you would have woken up?" I glared at him. Good point... With nothing to say, I settled for, "Why are you sleeping in the same bed as me?" He appeared confused. "This is my bed." "Well, I don't wanna sleep with you," I hissed. "I barely know you!" Michel looked so tired as he put his head in his hands, for a minute, I almost felt bad. Then I remembered he kinda signed up for this when he kidnapped me. Sucks to suck. *** Summary: Jem is a sarcastic 23 year-old human with a dirty mouth and a dark secret. Michel is an Alpha wolf looking for his mate. When Michel finds out Jem is his mate, he kidnaps her and introduces her to the world of werewolves. But can these two really find true love, with the threat of a rogue war and Jem's dark past finally catching up to her? One thing is for certain: it'll be interesting watching them try. *WARNING: Contains language!*

Staring at the gun in his hand as he stalks towards me with a devilish smirk on his face, I feel the bone-chilling fear rises within me. My back is against the wall and I'm trapped as he stands in front of me, his body so close to me that I can almost feel it touching me, and somehow I crave for his touch. I stare deep into his kohl black eyes and somehow his eyes tell me everything that I need to know. He does have feelings after all yet is confused about them. "You belong to me!" He says harshly, and before I could even process his words his lips capture mine in a possessive matter.