3435 Book(s) Related to Avery - My Bad Boy Brother - Part 2

For half a box of rations, my former comrade put a bullet in my back. As I gasped my last, the world reset—three days before the apocalypse. I didn't go after him for revenge. I floored the accelerator, racing toward the Texas borderlands where my grandfather—a Vietnam veteran—had spent forty years hoarding "junk" that everyone mocked. When the heat turned the earth into a furnace and Drake’s war-party smashed into the fence, they were met with a wall of diesel fire. My grandfather had spent three years digging a secret tunnel that bypassed the perimeter, and half a ton of fertilizer sent their entire encampment into the sky. They laughed at his junk pile. I laughed at their graves.

My sister and I both married the wrong men in our past lives. I was bound to an overbearing Lycan Duke, who saw me as nothing more than a vessel for his heir. I ultimately lost my life in childbirth. My sister wed a frivolous Fae Prince, hounded and tormented by his countless mistresses until she was driven to take her own life.
Reborn before our weddings, we bravely choose to swap our marriage contracts, determined to break free from our cruel fates. This time, we rewrite our stories and grasp the our happy lives .

I think I'm dead.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself standing in an abandoned amusement park, and my body was sitting on that slowly turning carousel.

I was only ten years old. I don't know how I died.

Detective Sarah, the blonde officer, promised to find the truth. So I followed her, watching her peel away layer after layer of lies—

In my diary, I wrote down all my fears and all my waiting.

On the phone, Mom sent that video of me laughing.

In the autopsy report, evidence of long-term abuse filled every page.

Mom had been saving money for three years, saying she'd take me away. That afternoon she picked me up from school and said, "We're really leaving this time."

Then what happened? Why did I die at the amusement park? Why was Mom's first reaction after my death not to call the police, but to—

I thought Mom came to save me.

Until I saw the text message she sent...

After three years of agonizing IVF, I was forced into three abortions. The reason? My mafia in-laws’ pet bird stared at my belly and shrieked, "End it."
Even when I was carrying healthy twins, my own parents held me down and forced abortion pills down my throat. My husband—the man I once took a bullet for—watched coldly. "Listen to the bird. Abort."
Lying in a pool of blood, I finally discovered the horrific truth. There was no "sacred bird." My marriage, my ruined womb, and all the IVF tortures were actually part of a terrifying conspiracy.
On my fourth pregnancy, the bird finally decreed, "Keep it!"
As the whole family treated me like a queen and rejoiced to welcome their precious heir, I quietly walked into the operating room.
Armed with lethal evidence, I crashed their grand succession ceremony.
You want an heir? I’ll send you all to hell instead.

When my husband's eight-year-old "nephew" Noah was diagnosed with acute leukemia, the whole family begged for my help.

They needed my six-year-old daughter, Molly—the only perfect match.

Against my instincts as a head nurse, I agreed.

But the second Molly's stem cells were harvested, their gratitude vanished.

To avoid paying for my daughter’s mandatory sterile recovery room, Noah's mother live-streamed a crying fit in my lobby, accusing me of medical extortion. My husband, Grant, stood by in utter silence.

Without the isolation bed, my baby girl contracted a severe infection and died. My mother-in-law simply sneered outside the ICU, "Dead is dead. Better than wasting more money."

Three months later, Noah relapses.

Now, my phone is blowing up. The same people who watched my daughter suffocate in her own fluids are desperately begging me to use my hospital registry access to save him again.

Standing by Molly’s tiny headstone, I look down at the confidential DNA report I pulled from the hospital database.

They think I don’t know Noah is actually Grant's illegitimate son. They think I'll just hang up and cry.

Instead, I swipe to answer the call. It's time to make them pay.

"I was bonded with an alien system that issued nothing but 'benevolence' missions.
Supply food to violent thugs, shelter the mutants, embrace the Zombie King, and share our planetary defense technology with the entire world.
It claimed that as long as we were merciful, the civilization could survive.
I nodded, then promptly tweaked the task annotations.
I laced the food with neuro-suppressants, turned the shelter into a bio-sample bank, and activated kinetic overload when I 'embraced' the monster king.
Sharing the tech? Sure—though every defensive line I shared came with a backdoor that I could trigger remotely.
When the system eventually tried to purge me, Professor Sarah retaliated by locking it inside the national supercomputer.
I rewrote its underlying code, replacing 'mercy' with 'absolute order.'
Earth remains a post-apocalyptic wasteland, but the global satellite network is entirely in my hands.
The system’s most crushing defeat wasn't being destroyed; it was staying alive, only to become my tool."

My mate, Valerius, was struck by a soul-splitting curse from hunters, fracturing him into a dual personality.

The rabid persona is brutal and cold-blooded. His heart holds only his childhood sweetheart, and he casts me aside like worthless trash.

Yet, when lucid, he is my deeply devoted lover—the man who sees me as his absolute salvation.

But the man who deeply loves me is slipping away.

It culminated on the night of the hunter ambush.

I dragged my shattered leg, barely surviving a sea of fire. Yet, to comfort his startled childhood sweetheart, he turned his back and walked away.

In the moment he left, I finally let go.

Because the eyes that had just abandoned me for her... were the deep, dark gold of his lucid state.

Later, when I accepted a deal to erase all traces of my existence and give them their happy ending, he completely lost his mind...

I've been to four weddings. I never made it through a single one.
Not because I didn't love enough. Not because they weren't good enough. It was because every time — right at the moment I was supposed to say I do — my parents would appear on cue, fall apart on cue, and burn everything to the ground on cue.
For years I thought they hated me. Thought they'd given all their love to my dead sister, Claudia, and had nothing left. Then my brother-in-law said something that cracked me open: Any one of those three men — if you'd married him, you wouldn't be alive today.
So which is it? Were they protecting me, or destroying me?

Four years ago, Giovanni dumped me in front of everyone at an upscale restaurant. Two weeks later, he was engaged to Rosanna. I made a fool of myself begging on his doorstep, became the laughingstock of Ferro City.
Four years later, he runs into me at Casa Valentino, assumes I'm destitute, and offers me a job as a cleaner for him.
What he doesn't know is that the plainly dressed woman standing before him is the wife of Don Alessandro Valentino—the man the entire underworld bows to.

My downstairs neighbor tagged me in the building group chat at ten p.m.
His wife just had a pup, he said. Pups need moonlight, he said. So starting tonight, my private moon terrace belongs to his family.
He'd even pay me rent. Ten dollars a month.
For the terrace of a three-million-dollar penthouse.
When I said no, he reminded me he wasn't just my neighbor. He's my supervisor at the Calloway Group, and my probation review sits in his hands. Hand over the door code, or I'd never survive at that company.
He kept saying it. I can crush you at the Calloway Group.
Funny.
My mother owns the Calloway Group.
I was going to let him dig his own grave quietly. Then his family broke into my home, walked up to the one thing on that terrace worth half a million dollars—
And smashed it.

I had been married for seven years, thinking I had the perfect family.

Until Christmas Eve, when I saw a delivery order for apartment 702. The note read: severe mango allergy.

My husband's allergy. The one that could kill him.

I flew downstairs and pounded on the door.

My husband opened it. The same man who was supposed to be "out of town on business."

A pregnant woman appeared behind him.

And my six-year-old son stood behind her, glaring at me with cold eyes:

"Make her leave, Mom. She's crazy."

My world shattered.

My chosen mate used his Beta authority to give the entire moonbloom compound to his fated mate's daughter.
The healer had said to split it—half for each child. Both would live. He overrode her. Gave the full dose to Rosalie Blackwell.
He wanted a full recovery. Just not for ours.
Three days later, my daughter Wren's organs shut down. She died on her birthday, still asking why Daddy wasn't there. The dress I'd made her—white with little silver wolves along the hem—she never got to put it on.
That same day, his fated's daughter walked out of the healing hall completely cured. He even threw a feast for the whole pack.
I collapsed at the border of Thornecrest territory. The healers told me it was cancer. Late-stage. Nothing left to treat.
Now I sat alone in our empty house with Wren's unworn birthday dress across my lap and drafted the dissolution papers.

A hormonal condition pushed my weight to two hundred pounds, and for three years, this boarding school made sure I never forgot it.

The ringleader was the guy every girl worshipped.

And beside him stood his girlfriend, the one who always stepped in at my worst moments with a soft voice and a sympathetic look, like she was doing me a favor.

Everyone called her an angel. Only I knew the truth: every time she "helped," things got worse.

One day, she handed me a candy in front of everyone. "Here. Something sweet always helps."

I didn't feel like I had a choice.

That night, a demon showed up at the foot of my bed.

"Congratulations. You ate the pact candy. I'll grant you three wishes — money, beauty, lifespan. You name it, I'll make it happen."

My whole body shook. Three years of humiliation, and finally there was a way out. Wealth, beauty, revenge. All I had to do was ask.

Then the demon's expression shifted, eyes full of cruel amusement.

"There's a catch, though. The real pact-holder is someone else. Whatever you wish for, the one who gave you that candy gets double."

The words I was about to say died in my throat.

Then, slowly, I smiled.

Double?

That's way more interesting than three wishes.

My dad made me a smoothie every morning for six months. I thought it was love.
It was a muscle relaxant.
He'd been slipping just enough into my drink to make my fingers tremble at full draw — just enough to cost me first place at every major competition. Not enough to kill me. Just enough to let Laurel beat me.
Laurel. His mistress's daughter. The girl he bought custom diamond jewelry while giving me clearance-rack gear for my birthday. The girl he wanted to drop into my family, my home, and my spot on the podium.
I found the proof. Stopped drinking his smoothies. Clawed my way back to number one.
Then, two days before the National Youth Archery Trials — the one competition that decides everything — he picked up a steel rod and swung it at my right arm.
My drawing arm.
The bone cracked. Doctors said three months minimum. My coach couldn't look me in the eye. Every scout, every scholarship, every dream I'd bled for over three years — gone in one swing from the man who was supposed to protect me.
Trials start tomorrow morning. And I can't hold a bow.

I had just arrived abroad for a legal conference when my best friend sent me a video.
An unfamiliar woman was chatting while pushing Dexter’s mother, Jenny, around the neighborhood, claiming to be Dexter’s wife.
My hand, holding the phone, froze.
If she’s Dexter’s wife… then who am I?
I immediately called my husband and asked,
“Did you change family doctors?”
He paused for a second, then replied with a laugh, “Yes. Mom didn’t like the old one, so we switched. I haven’t had a chance to tell you yet. Why do you ask?”
I forced a casual chuckle. “No reason. I just missed you.”
After hanging up, I rushed home overnight.

I just landed my dream job on Wall Street, but the celebratory champagne came with a bizarre side effect. I can suddenly see the exact probability of someone killing me floating above their heads. My parents? 5% and 70%. The fiancé I ran to for safety? A blood-red 100%.

"Are you always this damn sensitive?" my husband snapped, his hands lingering on his ex’s waist.
I stood there, holding our 5th-anniversary cake and my pregnancy secret. He canceled our romantic dinner just to comfort her.
So, I threw the cake away. Next, I'll throw him away.

Married to the head of the Valenti family for five years. Kidnapped on our anniversary. Pregnant a month later.
Five paternity tests said the baby wasn't his. My husband got a vasectomy and swore he'd raise the child as his own.
I believed him.
Then came the therapy. The drugs. Nightmares where I was pinned down by multiple men, so real I could feel their hands hours after waking. I scrubbed my skin raw. Tried to end it six times.
He saved me every time. Held my hand. Told me no one would ever hurt me again.
Until the night I heard him laughing about it in his study.
The kidnapping was staged. The nightmares were chemicals. The DNA reports were forged. All of it — designed by my own husband to protect another woman.
Now I have a recording, a divorce agreement, and a very small box of ashes.
He's marrying her next week. I'll make sure he gets my wedding gift on time.

My influencer roommate paid a small fortune to grow a tub of "all-natural" beauty mud in our bathroom.
Ten days later, the thing crawled out of her face — in front of three hundred people at a party.
And I'd known it was coming from the day I first saw what she was growing.

I gave five years to my husband's ambition—and got betrayal in return.

Forty-three days without a break on the Imperial City project. I collapsed from exhaustion and woke up in the hospital. He never picked up the phone.

He was too busy celebrating his mistress's birthday.

The blonde hair wrapped around his jacket was like a slap to the face. I'd cut my own hair short years ago because he said long hair wasn't "professional." He just meant it wasn't professional on me.

He promised we'd move to Imperial City together once he succeeded. But he was always too busy—except when it came to touring my project sites with her.

I'd had enough.

I froze the accounts. Pulled the funding. Took back everything I'd built.

He tried to push me out of my own position, so I reclaimed the patents and withdrew my support.

He called a press conference to save face. I attended—as an executive at his largest competitor.

I watched him crumble.

For five years, I held him up. And for five years, he treated me like something disposable.

He forgot that the empire he thought he built was never his.

It was always mine.

With Charles' strokes, the slapping and banging of flesh was loud and unmistakable, the woman's slender arms couldn't support her body any longer, and she kept moving forward, and finally her whole upper body slumped down, her breasts crushed into two white cakes, her legs shivering straight up, while her buttocks bucked high, but she no longer had the strength to cater to it.
“Ah ...... ah ...... orgasm ...... orgasm ...... orgasm ...... ”
Charles pinched her ass, the speed of thrusting is getting faster and faster, the whole body seems to be like a pile driver, will be thick and long meat stick, one by one into the woman's body, supporting the two legs on the ground, the muscles are like iron, the raging strength, almost to smash the woman underneath.
Inside more and more intense, the doorway Zoe heart also hangs higher and higher, she bit her lip, fingertips in the crotch peeled open wet pussy lips, looking for a meatball, also do not need to be taught, rubbing up fiercely, at once the body as if electrocuted.

Zoe Perkins travels back to 2004 Philadelphia, changes from male to female, and is determined to use her knowledge of the future to change her fate. She plans to accumulate wealth through gambling and investing, but falls into blackmail at a nightclub and is forced to train as a sex servant. Then she stumbles upon Charles Lewis, a child of a high-ranking official, and new opportunities and challenges await her .....
How will she cope with the change in her identity? Will she be able to change her fate and realize her dreams?

“Farewell to you who never deserved the love I gave. I want you to suffer as I did, to feel the pain as if they were your own; every agonizing second of it.” I smirk as my throat stings, coughing up more blood. Tears streamed down his bloodshot eyes, a satisfaction I never expected I’d feel at my dying moments. “N-no! I’m sorry, please . . . please don’t leave me!” he held me close to his trembling chest, his sobs reverberating through the air — the last I breathed in before I gave in to death’s arms.Or so I thought. In a world of power and love, Morana Everette, the Luna of the Dark Moon Pack, basks in a life of perfection until fate intervenes. Her husband's true fated woman emerges, shattering her idyllic existence and casting her aside. In a final act of sacrifice and a dying curse, she finds herself swapping bodies with her husband, and with his emotions still intact, she is forced to experience the attraction towards the girl who ruined her life. While Logan experiences the agony she once endured in her past. As deities continue to play with their destinies, emotions run high, loyalties are tested, and the cruel game of switch unfolds. Can they break free from this cycle of misery, or will they forever be bound by fate's twisted design?

Rowan is seven years younger than Max; the first warning to stay away. But staying away isn’t an option. Forced to live under the same roof as his mulish stepbrother, Rowan discovers the one person he should fear most is the one he can’t stop thinking about.

Max thrives on chaos, and Rowan quickly becomes his favorite target. But Rowan has a secret: he’s falling for the boy who bullies and seems determined to destroy him. Max makes it clear he hates Rowan, and even clearer that he doesn’t like boys.

In a house built on resentment, the line between hate and need starts to blur. And once Max starts watching, Rowan might never be able to hide, and Max might never be able to look away.

Lila Anderson never thought fairy tales could exist, but when she enters a contract marriage with the reticent billionaire Ethan Cross, she finds herself in a nightmare from which she is unable to free herself. Lila believed she understood everything there was to know about her new husband and herself, but Ethan's world is murky and full of secrets and whispers.

Upon arriving at Ethan's vast, desolate estate, Lila soon found out that their marriage is more than a mere business deal—it's a risky game. Ethan's trying to escape a formidable foes against him, and their marriage contract is an integral part of a grander and more perilous scheme.

Navigating a labyrinth of deceit, vengeance, and passion, Lila and Ethan find themselves caught between trust and betrayal, with the power to rescue them or lead them to their downfall depending on their actions. Yet, Lila's own sinister links to the plot in which they are entangled become apparent as she exposes Ethan's carefully built veneer.

However, she's also in the sights of their pursuers, not only Ethan. Ignoring the one thing that can rescue them both—a love that was never meant to be—or trusting the guy who started it all is Lila's survival or death.

In a world of powerful werewolves, Aurora was the one who didn't fit the mold - a forgotten omega, hiding from the shadows. But one fiery night, the notorious playboy Alpha, Lucian Vaughn, crashed into her world, igniting a blaze of passion and fury.

Their worlds collided, and they discovered the unthinkable: they're fated mates.

Aurora's icy walls crumbled, and her darkest secrets began to unravel. Lucian, the man she loathed, was now her everything. As deadly threats close in, she must choose between surrendering to their forbidden bond or risk losing herself forever.

Can their love be the anchor that saves them, or will it be their ultimate downfall?

Rejecting him won't be easy... but surviving without him might be impossible.

Four men.
One forbidden love.
And a woman willing to surrender—completely.

After a past marked by pain, guilt, and a love the world would never accept, Scarlett Monroe decides to start over.
But fate laughs at her plans.
Because when she walks through the doors of Blackwell Corporation, she doesn’t just find a new job…
She finds four men capable of setting her body on fire, shattering her certainties, and testing every limit she thought she had.

Damian, the arrogant and commanding boss.
Liam, the man with calm eyes and a sinful mind.
Noah, the irresistible tease who turns every touch into an invitation to sin.
Ethan, the quiet one, who hides indecent promises behind a gentle smile.

Between them, there are no rules, only desire.
Between kisses and whispered orders, glances and possessiveness, Scarlett will learn that love isn’t measured by how many… but by how deeply.

Four men.
One woman.
Five hearts beating in the same rhythm.

I'm throbbing for him. Asa groans softly as he rubs his tip against my wet folds a few times, before positioning himself at my entrance. He looks down up at me, and I nod, reassuring him that this is what I want.
As soon as he enters me, I whimper, my hands flying up and grabbing onto his shoulders, my nails pressing down on his bare skin. A wave of pain flashes through my body as it stretches to meet his large girth and length.
Thankfully, Asa notices me tense under him, and he pauses, giving me time to adjust. His fingers brush the few hairs that have fallen into my face to the side, gazing into my eyes. He pecks my lips softly a few times.
"Oh fuck, Asa," I cry from underneath him, one hand cupped around his bicep as the other holds onto his chain. I'm so close, nearly trembling underneath him.


Cassandra Rhodes had every luxury things that money can buy, yet she still feels emptyness in her heart. Her father, Blake Rhodes, insists on the importance of wealth and legacy, pushing Cassandra toward a relationship with Caden Stiles, the unfaithful but weathy Billionate heir. Cassandra's lonesness grows as the years past by, until she meets Asa Rivers, an ambitious entrepreneur at a fundraising gala. Asa is charming. He is sincere, humorous and unimpressed by her wealth, treating her as an individual rather than a symbol of affluence. Drawn to his authenticity, Cassandra feels a spark of love she’s never experienced before.

"A gift."
I shook my head slowly. "What do you mean?"
He smiled. Cold. Lazy. Like this was a game.
"Divorce papers, sweetheart. Signed and sealed."
Sierra Morgan once believed in fairy tales—until her prince turned into a nightmare. After surviving a brutal marriage and rebuilding her life from scratch, Sierra emerges as a fierce, self-made billionaire. But just when she starts to taste freedom, a secret pregnancy, a ruthless ex, and a dangerously charming rival CEO threaten to pull her back into chaos.
Now, with enemies circling and her heart on the line, Sierra must choose: run from her past—or rise and conquer it? In a world where love is a risk and power is survival, can she win it all without losing herself?

Dominic is set to take over as godfather of La Famiglia but when his father is brutally murdered the vultures settle and the seat is up for grabs. Intrigue, murder, and family secrets will unfold in this thrilling dark mafia romance as Dominic takes on the role as the head of the Vittori family.
Lovers will become enemies and alliances will be tested. Federal agents are watching him, his family is in danger and old feuds are renewed when Dominic loses someone he loves. There's a thin line between love and hate and Dominic will stand with one foot on either side as he fights to the bitter end to get his revenge.
Please note that this book is filled with trigger chapters. Read at your own risk.

"Join hands."
The elder’s command rang through the hall, echoing in Irwin’s ears. Her body tensed, knowing what was coming next. Her hands felt clammy as she slowly raised them, extending her palm toward Dorian. 
For the first time, Dorian’s eyes locked onto hers. There was something there, something beyond the cold mask he always wore. But it was fleeting, and before she could make sense of it, he took her hand
The moment their skin touched, it was like lightning struck..

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Everyone deserves a second chance, even if they tried to strangle you to death in your sleep.

Aya has been trained all her life as a living weapon, but she has never taken a life. She has never been with a man. She lives her life for the sake of her mistress Lady Charlotte. Her latest mission: impersonating her lady and becoming bride to the barbarian prince who has invaded her homeland and imprisoned the former queen.

It will be a brutal task, assassinating the prince and his father and reclaiming the castle from the hands of the hundreds of savage northmen who have seized it. Aya is fully equipped for that mission, but she is not at all prepared for the savage charm of her new suitor. His tongue is just as wicked as his features are angelic, and the fact that he could break her neck with ease should he discover her duplicitous plot… Her intense attraction to him grows ever more potent, and her impulse is to claim him, not as a victim of her deadly scheme, but as her lover.

Will the prince even accept her though, if he uncovers her true identity: a peasant girl who came to this castle to murder him? Or is this deadly game of betrayal doomed to end in all out war?

"Dad... stay with me. Please."
His hand found mine, holding it like he'd never be able to again.
"I always knew you'd come," he whispered. "You're... hers. Fae. Your mother... she wasn't human. She was from the other world. I never told you. I promised her I wouldn't. I was trying to protect you. But now... now you need to run."
Selene has spent her entire life as an outcast—a wolfless omega at the bottom of the Silver Claw Pack. Beaten, discarded, and treated like nothing, she stopped dreaming of freedom long ago. Until the night she ran. With no pack and nowhere to go, she crosses into Black Oak territory, where the wolves are brutal and their Alpha even more so.
Instead of death, Selene finds a chance—a chance to fight, survive, and become something more than the weak girl everyone saw. Two months after her eighteenth birthday, her wolf awakens. And in the dining hall, she locks eyes with the last person she ever expected: Alpha Black—feared, ruthless, untouchable and now, her mate.
Selene has spent too long fighting for herself to trust this bond. Belonging to the most powerful Alpha in the region doesn't guarantee safety. It might just mean giving someone the power to break her completely.

Anastasia Abel possessed everything one could desire: fame, wealth, prestige, and a lifetime's worth of suitors. Her strong will prevents anyone from easily manipulating her with harmful intentions. Anna chose to distance herself from all of them, as she had suffered from heartbreaks in the past. Her father was the one who scared everyone. He was a billionaire and also, Mafia. He had control over every business in town, regardless of their size. Whatever it was, it was his and soon-to-be Anastasia’s. During Anna's birthday celebration with friends, an unexpected kidnapper took her. Anna had not anticipated that she would have to take drastic measures to uncover the reason behind her captivity and transform her entire existence. As the one who wanted her out of the picture is not someone but her own....

Scarlett Blackwood, a beautiful and independent woman, had it all - wealth, love, and family. But when her twin sister Scarlynn died in childbirth, Scarlett's life took a drastic turn. To protect her family from a powerful mafia leader, she assumed her sister's identity and married him. Now, Scarlett must navigate this treacherous deception, all while keeping the truth hidden from her husband, Asher. If he discovers her secret, will he forgive her family or seek revenge? Scarlett's charade is a delicate balancing act, but how long can she maintain it?

In a future where humanity struggles to colonize new worlds, Shaira, a young copilot just nineteen years old, finds herself trapped on a hostile planet after a violent attack brings down her ship. Waking up in an unfamiliar forest and surrounded by dangers she doesn’t understand, Shaira is rescued—and captured—by a handsome and enigmatic indigenous warrior, belonging to a people fiercely defending the lands humans have begun to plunder.

As she confronts her new reality and the growing attraction she feels for her captor, Shaira must navigate the tension between her loyalty to the mission and the burgeoning feelings she harbors for the man who claims her as his own. But in a world where the line between enemy and ally is blurred, and where every decision could mean life or death, Shaira must decide how far she’s willing to go to survive... and to protect what could be the most dangerous love of her life.

"Yes, I slept with your cousin," he said.

Three years of dating had only left him bored and craving novelty. When June Bennet saw her boyfriend tangled up with her cousin in her own bed, all her illusions of a perfect love collapsed in an instant.

That night, in her pajamas, June Bennet left barefoot in the rain. Her feet were cut by stones on the road, yet she felt nothing of the blood or pain. Memories of loving moments with her boyfriend clashed violently with what she’d just witnessed, tearing her mind and body apart.

For days afterward, June was overwhelmed by suppressed anger and sorrow with no way to let it out. So in Las Vegas, she seduced a stranger, spent one passionate night with him, then vanished without a trace.

She thought that night would stay in Las Vegas. Little did she know, the man would follow her all the way to her city…

After a crushing breakup, 21-year-old Alina Stone returns home, seeking refuge in her mother and stepfather’s quiet werewolf territory. But her plans for a fresh start are upended when she crosses paths with Dax Carter—her arrogant, devastatingly handsome stepbrother and the notorious playboy of her college. Worse still, he’s the alpha-in-waiting.

Alina knows his type, and she wants nothing to do with him. But fate has other plans. One heated encounter changes everything when Dax’s wolf recognizes her as his mate. The bond is primal, undeniable, and dangerously forbidden. As Dax fights pack traditions and his own reputation to claim her, Alina is thrust into a storm of scandal, rivalry, and secrets that could destroy them both.

With jealous enemies circling and the weight of the pack’s expectations crushing them, will Alina and Dax risk it all for love—or will the forces against them tear them apart?

After Sarah finds her boyfriend in the arms of another she heads to the beach to clear her thoughts. Once there, she meets Dom, who she thinks will be the perfect distraction from her broken heart.

It's only for the weekend? But what if it's not?

When she returns back to her normal life, will things go back to normal after her co-worker Kane confesses his feelings for her? What about when Dom shows up declaring his love?

For decades, the war between humans and werewolves raged on, leaving nothing but destruction and hatred in its wake. When the humans lost, they were reduced to slaves, their lives were controlled by their wolf conquerors.
Leah, a beautiful and kind-hearted herbalist, is sent to the Silverclaw Pack to tend to its mysterious Alpha, Kael, who is recovering from a near-fatal rogue attack.
Standing tall at 6’5” with striking silver eyes, Kael embodies authority and raw masculinity that stirs desires within Leah that she cannot suppress.
From the moment their eyes meet, a spark ignites—a connection neither can explain nor resist. But Kael brushes her off considering her unworthy as just a human.
Burdened by pride and prejudice, pushes Leah away, refusing to believe a mere human could stir his wolf’s instincts. When a Moon Festival reveals Leah as his fated mate, Kael’s rejection shatters her world, awakening a dormant wolf within her.
As Leah struggles to embrace her newfound identity, a greater threat looms: rogue wolves and vengeful humans plotting the downfall of werewolves. Torn between their undeniable bond and their worlds’ hostility, Leah and Kael must confront their feelings while battling forces determined to tear them apart.
Will Leah’s fragile humanity doom them both, or will she rise as the key to uniting their fractured worlds? Can Kael overcome his pride to embrace the mate destiny has chosen for him?

"Ahhh!" The screams of Selene echoed through the night as Lucian's claws tore through the silver chains binding her wrists. He positioned himself closely and growled, "You are mine now. If you think you'll escape, go ahead. I'll catch you anywhere."

Exiled and betrayed by her own coven, Selene Nightshade thought she had escaped the deepest ravine of her past. But when Alpha Lucian Bloodclaw captures her, this ruthless leader of the werewolf clan becomes her captor, her tormentor, and her fated mate. Prophecy binds them both and neither wants it. Selene is thrown into the hotbed of a deadly game of power, obsession, and survival.

Lucian rules with a heavy hand, his heart hardened by betrayal. He regards Selene as a pawn in his game of dominance, a weapon to cement his control over vampires and werewolves. But, fate entwines their lives and defines where the line between hatred and desire stands as the shadows of their past life emerge.

But danger lurks beyond the fortress walls. His scheming brother, Darius, and the cunning witch, Raven, have their own plan for Selene and the prophecy which ties them together. Dark secrets are unearthed, and Selene is forced to choose between fighting for her freedom or becoming entwined in a ghastly bond with the man who could either be her greatest ally or her total undoing.

In a world bent on betrayal, passion, and dark obsession, Bound by Blood spins a compelling tale of fated love on the brink of destruction. Will they destroy each other, or will the bond tying them save them both?

The story begins in Italy, Rome (1826) with a young Carissa heading toward the castle, their family's castle. She is confused as to why she would be given away in marriage in exchange for peace that she was sure would never last.

She has a brief discussion with her father, to try to see if she could convince him against the idea but he would not hear it, and she was left with no choice.

While on a charade to get to know each other, Carissa forgets herself and ends up killing Clyde not without him first killing her as well with a promise to be back and get revenge.

In Paris, France (2019), we are in their era of rebirth. Carissa barely remembers who she is but she unconsciously does things that are not peculiar to humans.

She runs into Sarah, who tells her she is a witch and tries inviting her to their coven, where she would get "help" learning to utilize her power. Sarah senses how great and ancient a power she has and tells Mr. Davies. Convincing Carissa, she sets up a meeting for both of them.

Going with Margaret to a party, Carissa meets Clyde at the bar section and he gets her home safe as she was drunk.

Clyde tries his best to not hurt her, leaving her immediately he was sure she would be fine. Fortunately or unfortunately, he begins to crave her.

She was discarded in the rain like she was nothing... and now she is the force that will rewrite everything.
Seraphine never expected to be payment for her father's debt. Married to Alpha Fael Varyn to settle what was owed, she spent two years trying to be the Luna he refused to acknowledge. When she finally conceived, she thought everything would change. She was wrong. Fael rejected their bond, and left her bleeding in the rain. She should have died that night.
Instead, she was saved by Darius Varyn, Fael's banished uncle and sworn enemy. In the forbidden North, Darius offered her something Fael never did, acceptance, protection, and a chance to be the Luna she was always meant to be.
Six years later, Seraphina has built a life with Darius and raised her son Aurelian in peace. Until Fael returns with a devastating prophecy. Forced to return to the place of her greatest trauma, Seraphina must navigate political schemes, a mistress bent on destroying her, and two Alphas fighting for the throne.
But when a shocking truth about Aurelian's bloodline is revealed and a piece of her past comes back for her, the tides grow thicker. And when her power awakens, the prey becomes the predator.
"You've changed, Seraphine," Fael murmured, his eyes scanning the crown I now wore. "You used to beg for my touch."
"I stopped begging the night you left me to die in the mud," I replied coldly. "Now, the only thing I want from you is to see how much territory you'll lose before I'm finished with you."

His hand wrapped around my throat in claim, as he pinned me against the cold stone wall.
“You’re mine,” he growled, his breath hot against my lips. “Every breath and every heartbeat you take. Mine.”
But his nephew’s voice echoed in my mind: “You deserve better than a man who treats you like furniture.”
I never wanted this bond.
Alpha Zane forced me into a contract marriage—bear him an heir, then disappear. He made it clear I’m nothing more than a child-bearing vessel. A servant elevated to Luna only because the Moon Goddess cursed us both.
But his nephew, Kaius, sees me differently. He’s kind where Zane is cruel. Gentle where Zane is possessive. He offers me everything my mate hides from me: respect, partnership, freedom.
The problem? My body responds to Zane’s dominance even as my heart breaks from his coldness. And the more Kaius shows me what love could look like, the more dangerous this becomes.
Because Zane may not love me—but he’ll destroy anyone who tries to take what’s his.
Even his own family.
Torn between the mate who owns my soul and the man who sees it—which desire will damn me first?

He rejected me in front of everyone.
Called me pathetic. An unworthy human.

I thought the pain of being rejected by my Alpha mate would kill me,
until a vampire’s bite did something worse.

Now I see things that don’t make sense, memories that aren’t mine.
A stranger with silver eyes calls me Enid, like he’s known me forever.
And when he touches me… my body remembers him, even if I don’t.

Elijah, my cruel mate, won’t leave me alone.
Edward, the vampire who saved me, won’t let me go.

Two monsters.
One broken bond.
And me, caught between the love that destroyed me and the darkness that wants me back.

But if the memories in my blood are true…
I’ve already died once for this love.

“Is this the Senior class?” a pretty teenage girl popped her head into the class, with bright blue eyes, a pearly white smile, and a dashing mob of blond hair.
Dario rolled his eyes. “Yes, Shysie, you guys are late,” he said, annoyed. Dario hoped that the group of Vampires that are in hiding with him would have kept a low profile and behave themselves until the air was cleared with the Higher Council.
A group of 3 students stumbled into the classroom laughing. Ann’s eyes met one, and she started to get a glimpse of flashbacks. She shifted uncomfortably under his eyes, blushing a bit, not sure about the images in her head. She forced her eyes down onto her table. Paris smiled slightly as he knew that Ann was getting flashbacks of a heated session. Even though they did not go all the way, he saw her life when he was drinking her blood from her inner thigh. That night was the wildest she has ever been with a guy. When he drove her home Saturday morning, he compelled her to forget everything and sleep the weekend off. He compelled her to only remember everything when she was near him.

“You think I’d share my mate? Just stand by and watch while you fuck another woman and have her kids?”
“She’d just be a Breeder, you would be the Luna. Once she’s pregnant, I wouldn’t touch her again.” my mate Leon’s jaw tightened.
I laughed, a bitter, broken sound.
“You’re unbelievable. I’d rather accept your rejection than live like that.”


As a girl without a wolf, I left my mate and my pack behind.
Among humans, I survived by becoming a master of the temporary: drifting job to job… until I became the best bartender in a dusty Texas town.
That’s where Alpha Adrian found me.
No one could resist the charming Adrian, and I joined his mysterious pack hidden deep in the desert.
The Alpha King Tournament, held once every four years, had begun. Over fifty packs from across North America were competing.
The werewolf world was on the verge of a revolution. That’s when I saw Leon again...
Torn between two Alphas, I had no idea that what awaited us wasn’t just a competition—but a series of brutal, unforgiving trials.
Author Note:New book out now! The River Knows Her Name
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Every year, the harvest comes. And every year, the vampires choose.

Eighteen-year-old Isla never paired, never bred, never followed the path carved out for human girls. Instead, she was drawn to the cold, to the mist, to the forbidden castle on the hill.

Now, she knows why.

It's him. It's always been him. Prince Aeron, the first of his bloodline. He is ancient, devastatingly handsome, and cruelly dangerous. He chooses her to be his human. His pet.

Or so she thinks.

Isla is more than just another toy. Marked by a forgotten rune, bound by a curse older than the vampire throne itself, she is the only one who can break the darkness that's creeping up on Aeron.

As Isla descends deeper into the quiet shadows of Aeron’s world, where pain is worshipped, obedience is pleasure, and desire can be more dangerous than death, she begins to question everything she’s been taught about the masters who rule her world.