They’re quite stereotypically different from each other - while he’s charming, and loves springing surprises, Sara often comes across as too confident in her skin, almost to the point of being rude, and prefers doing things her way.And yet, they find themselves crossing paths, brutally, destructively, over and over. Across seasons and years. Learning and re-learning the same lessons, and ignoring them.Because isn’t love always meant to be?

    

    Really hurt. What happens when she, a simple human, is mated to Matt Stone, the Gamma of the Blue Moon Pack? Matt knows that she is the missing piece that he has been searching for but He asked first teacher about his life as a wolf, And all that goes into it before she can truly be his. When the shadows come back from her past to haunt her, will they be strong enough to overcome or will the darkness take them both?

    When the power takes more effort to control than I would've ever guessed, and I'm forced to turn to my husband for help.But the fae never give anything away for free; especially knowledge.It was supposed to be simple:Marry the king, save the world.But now that we're married, and his power is becoming mine, our marriage might end up destroying the world… and I might be the one who destroys it.

    Follow Mira's story as she faces life as a single mother, wrestles with the constant call of the ocean to her mermaid nature, and joins an all-male salvage team who is less than thrilled to have her. When my mother died, I ran to the ocean like a coward. Its cradle of salt puckered my memories and withered my sorrow like a grape drying in the sun. I had cheated grief and was foolish enough to think I had gotten away with it.When Nathan died, I couldn’t run away. No matter how much I flinched, bending toward the Atlantic the way ivy strains for rays of light, I could not leave. Grief was back to take what belonged to it for the time it was allotted. I had everything I wanted a few short years ago. My mate. My daughter. A home, a family. It made my head spin to think how much could change so suddenly. I mused, wondering later if I was the only mermaid to ever walk fully through the five stages of grief. But I had my daughter.Targa had yet to turn, the color and shape of her fins were yet to be revealed, but she would. I had been so sure of it then. Siren genes are passed from mother to daughter, without fail. Young legs melded into a shimmering virgin tail in response to a salty sea. But Targa didn’t turn in response to ocean water, not the first time, not any time after that. Something was wrong. I shoved my fear down deep into some dark corner where Targa would not see it and said with a smile that we’d just have to keep trying. I had turned at the age of three, but if there could be late-bloomers in the human race, why not ours too?Her fifth birthday came and went, still she hadn’t turned. Concern sent its barbs into me like a thistle, then it rooted and grew.Targa and I had weekly late night secret swims in the Atlantic, which had once been fun but were now polluted with expectation and suspense. Coaching sessions (my idea), where I attempted human psychology exercises I’d found in outdated textbooks at the library; guided visualization, breathing techniques, and even a failed go at hypnosis. The memory of her skinny little frame sitting in a bathtub containing more salt than water (Targa’s idea) is still enough to fill my eyes with moisture.I don’t know exactly when she lost hope, but she hid it expertly, patiently participating however I asked.I ignored the creeping thoughts that whispered in my mind; she didn’t even like water, didn’t really want to go for swim, couldn’t hear the ocean calling her. I would shove the thoughts away violently, excusing them as nothing but my own anxiety. It was ridiculous. A daughter of a mermaid who disliked the ocean. Impossible. When I muzzled those fears, I became aware of others of a different kind. Not my own, but hers, for me.She could see the want in my eyes. Whatever mechanism bees and dogs used to smell fear, Targa had it for despair. She could sense it on me, reeking like cheap perfume. Her eyes dipped in desperation, her obvious desire not to disappoint me sliced through me like a white-hot blade from heart to gut. She thought she was my tormentor. The realization struck like a hammer and gave me the strength to do what was needed: Let it go.The ocean could call. I’d let the smell of it crucify me, the sound of its waves crash against me, echo through me, call me, beg me.Targa’s need and my love for her was greater. If she never turned and I was locked in a land-cycle for the rest of our lives, so be it.So be it.

    

    At least, I think it is. That’s what the note in my pocket said when I woke up in this jungle, but it said a bit more than that. It gave me two assignments: Survive the monsters and breed with as many women as possible. The future of the human race depends on you.So… There's a lot I’m pretty confused about.The beautiful women I’ve found in this jungle are just as lost, and they had their own note that told them to breed with the strongest man they could find. They seem to trust me enough to team up in figuring out what the hell is going on, but we’re finding more alarming mysteries everywhere we explore in this jungle.Why are we so strong? Why are we trapped here with these crazy monsters?And why are these gorgeous women as compelled to breed with me as I am with them?

    I feel it was made to be enjoyed. I’m not interested in having a great career or climbing a corporate ladder or being inside much at all, actually.I don’t like to stay with things too long, either. I’ve worked as a short line cook, a firefighter and a dolphin trainer among other things. So, when the ladies at the Good Grief senior living center offer me a short term job as the photographer for the risqué nature calendar they want to pose for – to cross it off of Miss Agnes’s bucket list – I am all in.A few online photography courses later and I am ready to roll. Unfortunately, the guide of our choice, my sister’s fiancé, Bain, is all booked up. So he gets us his brother, Hoover, instead.Hoover and I have a bit of history, but he is as boring as the day is long and I couldn’t be less interested.Everything is going as planned until Miss Agnes decides she actually has being a photographer on her bucket list, Miss Harriet comes down with a severe case of sunburn on her nether regions and Miss Gertrude runs off with her favorite narrator.Suddenly I’m the star of the risqué calendar, Miss Agnes is taking my picture and Hoover…well, Hoover disapproves of pretty much everything, and he hates me, too. I want to fire him, but Miss Agnes has other plans…HooverI thought I was leading a tour to show the ladies Idaho’s scenic places and wildlife.I was misinformed, although Kori equals wild life. Way too wild for me. I mean, show the woman a mud puddle and she wants to skinny dip in it.Then, Miss Agnes decides that I should be in the calendar too, and I have an eighty year old woman explaining to me what a speedo is…I’m on to Miss Agnes’s plans, but I’m not sure Kori and I are strong enough to fight the tide…Books in the Sweet, Small Town Romantic Comedy in Good Grief, Idaho series:1. Me and the Cute Catastrophe2. Me and the Tidy Tornado3. Me and the Helpful Hurricane4. Me and the Sweet Snowstorm5. Me and the Dreamy Doomsday

    The path in front of Leyna and her erstwhile friends becomes especially perilous when they get a new goal: to find a way to the plane of Demiurges, the creators of worlds. Yet who can know more about portal traveling and parallel worlds than those who created them? The brave company led by charismatic Leyna still has a long way ahead, fraught with dangers, yet full of thrilling escapades. Trying to find her way back home, she continues to explore the fantastical land laid bare in front of her. She is learning and discovering new and unexpected abilities with the help of her loyal companions, not even shunning the assistance of demons. But in the end, would Leyna find it within herself to leave this new world behind for good? Leyna: Elven Lands is the second book in the fantasy romance series written by Helen E. Peters. It is not a classic romance tale, but an exciting adventure, filled with good-natured humor, vibrant and memorable characters, and magic mystery. A witty story of a strong modern woman thrown into the epicenter of an epic fantasy adventure and trying to figure out this new world and its fairy inhabitants has already gained a huge international fanbase.

    She shouldn’t ache for him. She shouldn’t believe him. Claire has given up hope of remembering her past. When the wickedly handsome William walks into her life, she can’t look away. In a world where nothing feels familiar, he does. William knows her secrets, but he carries secrets of his own. Cold skin… Overwhelming power… He’s a vampire. And still, Claire is drawn to him. She can’t help herself. Every rational part of her mind screams for her to stay away, but her heart disagrees. William claims he holds the key to her past, though his knowledge comes at a hefty price…her life. Or worse...her heart. *Notes: Claire and William's story continues in Immortal Memories Part 2. Due to mature content, this book is intended for audiences 18+.

    

     For ten long years young Dirk Blackthorn has followed his drunken father from one city to another, always having to cheat and steal for his next meal, and never knowing what the future might hold. A magician turned con artist, Dirk’s father Thad has taught him everything he knows. After being driven out of just about every southern city in Agora, they have come to Kell-Torey in search of a new beginning. With winter on its way, and all but a rusty coin spent on his father’s drinking, Dirk must make full use of his skills if they are to survive the harsh northern cold. As Thad descends deeper into his drunken delirium, Dirk becomes determined to make a name for himself in the city’s criminal underworld. Featuring two of Legends of Agora’s most beloved characters, Blackthorn Rising is a fast-paced coming of age tale wrought with sword and sorcery, it is a story of failure and triumph, and a testament to the unrelenting spirit of defiance and adventure within us all. FROM THE EDITOR Blackthorn Rising is a book that sticks with you. Michael Ploof’s stimulating prose and evocative cast of characters are incapable of boring you on any single page. The plot is sharp, charged with dark wit, adventure, intrigue, and emotion. Enjoy Dirk Blackthorn’s bumbling journey to manhood as he rises to become a great thief, and an even greater man. I loved every minute of editing this tale, and I know you’ll love every minute of reading it. --Holly M. Kothe, espressoeditor.com

    Her sisters and brothers are all married with kids, and though she adores her nieces and nephews, she’s secretly a little jealous. Taking her happiness into her own hands, she decides to adopt a puppy—but ends up meeting more than just a furry new friend, in the shape of Sam Cranston, a gorgeous rancher with a hint of an Irish accent, even though he’s never been out of Kansas…Within minutes of their meeting, a tornado rolls in and forces the two of them—along with twelve puppies and their mom—to take shelter in his tiny cellar together. In no time, Sam’s inviting her to stay the night, and just like that Susie is starting to wonder if she ever wants to leave the beautiful ranch at all.But just as she’s beginning to dream of a future with Sam, he reveals it’s not to be: in just a few days’ time, he’s moving to Australia! Bitterly disappointed, Susie knows it’s time to get back to her real life, and settle into a routine with her new pup.There’s barely time to get used to having a puppy around the house, however, before Susie discovers she’s pregnant—and it’s not one baby, but five! Desperate to let Sam know he’s going to be a father to quintuplets, she tries searching for him online… only to discover heartbreaking news.All alone, the potential love of her life gone, and with five babies and a puppy to raise, what on earth is Susie to do? If she’d only gotten in contact sooner, if she could go back in time and tell him how she felt during the time they spent together… If only, by some magic, he was still out there, waiting for her…