I’m a rogue, what can I say? Born into the Crescent Pack, my parents disowned me, convincing the Alpha to banish me from the pack. I don’t follow rules though so honestly, it suited me well. As a member of the Crescent, I watched many years ago as our pack was taken over by the neighboring packs, wiping out our Alpha like he was some pushover. I'm actually grateful I learned to live alone before all went to hell and now well I am a rogue, I don’t associate with anyone and nor do I ever ask for help. Wandering through the forest as I do every day, I never expected to meet him. Hell I didn’t even expect to be challenged; who would have expected there would be a mate out there for everyone. Too bad I’m not going down without a fight……

Kalessie Salvete has been a wolf hunter since her 10th birthday when her parents severed heads were delivered at her doorstep as presents, how do you hunt wolves when you and everyone you love are wolves? She's raised by her grandpa Alpha of the silver stream pack and her grandma the Luna, they know of her various killings and acts but say nothing to her also knowing what drives her to do these things. Kalessie knows of the many threats she brings to her grandparents and her own pack that dislikes her so she'll leave and carry on her hateful acts elsewhere, she makes a deal with her partner one last pack kill and that's it. She's been given her last assigned pack to take down, Dynamic mist but how does she do that when she finds out the alpha of the 2nd strongest pack in the world is her mate? ----------------

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*

Book 1 of the Badboys' Series (CAN BE READ AS A STAND-ALONE) Shelly Anderson is an average student enduring a normal high-school life. Max Jackson is known as the most mysterious player and bad boy at school. She likes going unnoticed at school and does not like to be the talk of everyone. He is one of the popular guys and does not care about what others think. She likes her own free time, reading her books and spending it on Netflix and she prefers to be alone in a quiet space instead of feeling alone in a crowd. He is often seen hanging out with his two friends, Connor McAllister, the playboy of the school and Alex Maynard, the friendly one among these three but also a jerk to others. She is antisocial and a loser, well, nerd to others as she gets straight A's. He is a rich spoilt brat and gets whatever he wishes to have by hook or by crook. Dancing and reading books is her passion. Racing and fighting is his obsession. What happens when Max becomes her new neighbour? With them clashing again and again, will Shelly be able to cope with him? Will he be able to make her his without telling her about his dangerous secrets? Highest ranks: #1 in Watty #1 in Romance #1 in Badboynextdoor #2 in Dance #20 in Teen Fiction

"Guns and sex... that's what you are." • • • Rya Wilkins is a top trained agent, working under the orders of the president of USA. Her job involves brutal interrogations, dangerous undercover CIA work, and killing people who pose a threat to their nation. - And a threat like that just so happens to come in the form of a lethal and dangerously handsome Italian agent, who managed to break into the CIA and steal confidential information. It is now Rya's job to retrieve that information and stop the goddamn mischievous, sexy, son of a-I'm-going-to-make-your-body-explode-in-more-ways-than-one agent and bring him into custody. But there's a thin line between hatred and love - and that line turns out to be Rya's thong.

~~Next thing I know, I'm pushed against the wall. Cade's arms surround me and his eyes look fierce, I glance to the sides to see if anyone is around but the hall is empty. "Now you listen here, Doll." He says, I crumple into the wall, "I don't have to be here, I don't have to spend this time with you. So I wouldn't push it. Got it?" He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows. "Got it." I squeak. He huffs and pushes away from the wall, snatching one of the keycards out of my hold and walking through the door.~~ Hospitals. We all hate them. Tamitha, aka Tammy, is a teenage girl going through a teenage life. When she wants to go to the biggest party of the year, her Mum and her decide to make an agreement. Tammy will work at the hospital for three months, if she does this she can go to the greatest party of the year. Even though she dreaded the job, she knew it would be easy, wandering around a hospital, helping out nurses and doctors, etc. But she didn't expect Cade Roberts. With the looks to melt any girl in a twenty-metre radius, she can sense the dangerous aura he brings. But why is she so attracted to him? Filled with action, fast cars, relationships, and revenge. Tammy might have just got herself mixed up in a whole lot of trouble. Badboy trouble. What happens when he starts to pay Tammy more interest? So could these next three months be a bigger challenge than Tammy expected? Because she didn't expect elevator 13... **Warning: Coarse language and extreme themes**

Romance and adventure…a trip to where an American tradition began… Libby Edwards, a gifted horsewoman, unwittingly wishes herself back in time to Louisville, Kentucky just before Churchill Downs and the Kentucky Derby become a reality. During Libby’s journey in the past, she stumbles upon her destiny. Unfortunately, he’s in the wrong century. In 1874, there’s no electricity, no internet, no modern medicine, no antibiotics—no Starbucks! And even worse than that, women have no rights. Libby has no desire to stay. Widower, Colin Thorpe, a renaissance man of his time, has big dreams. He is a horse breeder who names his thoroughbreds after Mythological Gods because he has a reverence for past cultures and an appreciation for the unexplainable. Libby and Colin can’t resist falling in love with each other. After all, Colin accepts Libby for who she is and she understands Colin’s dreams better than his deceased wife ever did. Yet he grasps early on that Libby doesn’t belong in 1874. And because his wife never adapted to the move from Virginia to Kentucky, becoming bitter and unhappy in the process, he won’t take the chance of the same thing happening to Libby. Can these two lovers find a way to be together despite their obstacles?

[This is a spin-off of The DILF but can be read as a stand-alone] [The story you are about to read is intended for readers age 18+ due to its sexual content and language. It may not be appropriate for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion.] There was nothing Ophelia wanted better than to gouge Nikolai's long-lashed, consuming blue eyes out with a butter knife and mail them to the rest of the Alvonich family. Too bad they were in a very public, very esteemed place - Mikhail's wedding. "You don't think I'll press the button?" Nikolai's breath was warm and teasing in her ear. Ophelia had no idea what possessed her to take up his challenge of a vibrating thong, except that it was too late to back out now. She turned to glance at the infuriating man beside her. "Honestly, I don't care. It won't affect me." "Sweet Ophelia," he whispered, surprising her by flicking his tongue into her ear. Jumping, she glared at him, ignoring the important guests at her table, her father included. Before she could curse at Nikolai, he pressed the button, the swearwords turning to soft moans under her breath. Gripping the edge of the table, Ophelia felt the attack on her cl!t like a burn to her skin. Her father shot her a concerned look from across the table and Nikolai's voice was again in her ear. "Before the end of the night, Ophelia, we will f**k," he promised, releasing his finger from the remote control. "Only this time, it will be my name you scream."

Anna Foster is happy with her life. Being an Angel has it's perks and she's not about to give them up to babysit some half dog, half human freaks. Too bad she doesn't have a choice. What Anna wasn't expecting was to meet the overprotective, soon to be Alpha wolf that claims she's his. Throw in a jealous angel, a missing friend and a whole hell of a lot of rebellion, Anna is getting a lot more than she bargained for with one trip to Aberdeen, Washington. ------------------- Unedited. Sorry for the mistakes. This is a rough draft and my first go at anything like this. Feel free to point out any mistakes that weren't already pointed out.

Abbey is a cute, innocent 17 year old girl who has to live in a tiny town located somewhere in Alaska. She's always had to be prepared for anything seeing as she was bullied at her old school in California but nothing could prepare her for the big, possessive Alpha that was thrown at her.....literally. This story is completed! However, I would like to say created this when I was I think 14 I am now 18 and would like to note that if it's not amazing I'm sorry but that is why! Please enjoy!