Amani Giles is content with her quiet but hectic life even after she calls off her engagement with her college sweetheart. Helping others consumes her days, but she spends lonely nights in her condo nestled in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains in Canton, GA. Raised by a single mom and her grandmother, everyone knows the Giles family, but Amani knows nothing of her family history. However, when she meets one of her charity’s biggest donors at her gala, the supernatural world collides with her otherwise routine life. Aleksandr Morozov is the CEO of the Kamenev Corporation, the owner of Tantric, a renowned BDSM club, and the country’s most eligible bachelor. Aleksandr also has a secret—while he is a successful businessman to most, he is also the Vampire King . . . although he stops following the traditions of his kind after his mother’s unsolved murder. He no longer believes in the lore surrounding the Prophecy of Old, but all that changes when he sees Amani and discovers the stories about True Mates are real.  A BWWM Paranormal Romance. For mature audiences.

    He's the thing that shadows run from and the idea of him makes me want to run and hide. Yet, his touch leaves me intrigued and yearning for more.He begins to stalk me like prey.There at every turn.He turns my world on its axis and everything I know becomes twisted and warped.Liam wants to own me.He wants to break me.Make me submit.But Liam has never met someone like me before.I play by my own rules.I won't give in or break so easily.

    He is wolf-shifter—Indomitus—Clan leader of the cursed Kilgarin’s... and he is losing himself to the madness of his Nocturnal Transition.Morgan Neale is a gun-for-hire. And she is his Rí, his Soul-Bearer, the one destined to save him from darkness and balance his existence.She does not.This human is a bloody curse. Stomping through his world with threats, violence, and foul-mouthed derision. She is the first weapon launched in an unprecedented attack against his clan, and if left unsolved, her mysteries may very well be their undoing.The Kilgarin and his Rí share a union the world has never seen, but with unrelenting changes and unknown dangers, will their fledgling bond be strong enough to survive the most insidious enemy Clan Kilgarin has ever encountered?

    He’s my boss’s son, and his father has sworn me to secrecy about things his children know nothing about. When he forces his son and me to work together, his son thinks he can control me at work and at home. He doesn’t share well with others, and he makes that crystal clear to any man who looks in my direction.It doesn’t help that he has his own personal baggage that could throw a wrench in us getting to know each other again.Can we get past the secrets and jealousy trying to tear us apart? Or were we doomed from the start?Jr, how can I make you understand, It's Always Been You?

    I crave to stare at him, bask in all his glory and disappear in him. He makes me see what I didn’t want to see. He makes me strong. He makes me whole.He makes me…Me but I don’t want to be me, I want to be Ciro’s.--Blinded By The SunDisclaimer: This book is a Dark Romance Read. It contains triggers, violence and other acts that may bother others. Please be warned and advised before picking up the book. There is also course language used in this book. Thank you.

    He calls himself Poe, and he invites only the most corrupt to his game.The invitations arrive with masks made of human skin. Participants must dress for a masquerade ball and go to a specific nightclub where a riddle is given. Each hour, a guest will die, if the riddle isn’t solved. No one can contact the police.However, Poe makes a grave mistake by inviting two people—Shadow and Lyric.Shadow towers over most, wields power like the devil, and holds the city in his hands. Wanting to be steps ahead of this killer, Shadow joins forces with the one person he believes can discover Poe’s identity—Lyric Blue. Once, she was Shadow’s lover and the brain of his operations. But then Lyric chose her morality and pushed him away. Still, there’s an enduring attraction that weaves them together. United, they attend the ball, ready to beat the game.Secrets are revealed. Bodies pile up. Every death from an unsolved riddle comes with a clue. And a story unravels, exposing victims and betrayal that no one could have ever imagined.

    One: A Vampires word is law Two: Their food, the third sex are known as Damphirs Three: Love is for those who can afford to buy it. And Bird wishes to be free of all three. Bird, a Damphir bought once she completed training, lives her life with the Wellings Noble family never completely accepted, and never fully rejected. Living a half existence, thinking that every Damphir is living the same existence as she. She endures, and takes each day one by one. A game of cards at a midnight ball changes everything... Finding herself the prize at a card game, Bird is dragged into a world far more decadent world then she ever thought possible. Desired for her looks, she will be offered a chance of freedom, for a small price...she must seduce the First Prince and dash his heart against the cold stones of the palace. A game of Hearts... First Prince, Talon Ellison does not desire the crown, but he going to do his duty of securing the throne from his conniving brothers. Yet, a Damphir gifted to him by his devious brother, causes him to begin doubting his desire to fulfill his duty, and live up to the expectations of his father. Talon is determined to torture Bird, to make her break, but with each taste, with each touch, Talon finds himself losing this dangerous game.

    And I know what I saw. You are disobedient and a spoiled fucking brat. A good daughter would have heeded her mother’s warning and stayed away.” He drags me to my feet. “Get up. We need to move. It is only a matter of time before someone turns you in and the palace guard comes searching for us.” “I am grieving, you beastly man.” I snarl at him. “Show some respect.” My attempt to remove myself from his firm grip is met with resistance. His hand is locked around my arm as he pulls me along. Can he not see that I am angry and hurting after witnessing the horrors that were foisted upon my family today? I am a grief-stricken woman, damn it. “You can grieve while we walk, Sunshine. Do not speak to me of respect after you disobeyed your mother and risked your stupid neck.” He gives me a good shake. “Now, which way is it?” “West.” I concede. “Into the mountains.” I am not sure if I can trust him. What if he tries to rob me? Or rape me? “You have nothing that I want, woman.” The arrogant ass smirks rudely. “I assure you, your virtue is safe with me.” He laughs for a full minute. “The sooner I get you home, the sooner I can be rid of you.” Please note that this is a work of historical fiction. The names, characters, places and other incidents are the product of the author’s twisted imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities to real people, living or dead, businesses, events or locations is entirely coincidental. Content warning: This novel contains graphic language, graphic sex scenes, graphic violence and is not recommended for readers under the age of eighteen. All rights reserved.

    What does DeMarco currently want? Nova, the woman he has forced to work for him in order to pay off her brother's debt. “I’m a bad man, Nova. I constantly tell you this. I wanted you, and I did what I had to get you.” She snorted. “Why are you like this?” “My childhood diagnosis was that I have detachment issues and a conduct disorder stemming from the fact that I was born to parents who were forced to marry to keep their trust funds. They hated each other and didn’t want me, so they left me to be raised by the nannies. I received very little affection or attention. As a result, I didn’t cry or play with other kids or toys. I barely spoke as a child. My grandmother told the priest that she had pray for me every Sunday that I was born without a conscience and lost my soul when I watched my father beat my mother to death with his bare hands, then blow his brains out.” Her mouth fell open.

    But this is an all-too real world where black Appalachians use roots to heal the sick and a curse or ‘the evil eye’ can doom a person. And now their all-black society, built on colorism, mysticism, and ignorance, has been infiltrated by a white man and all of the mysteries and secrets surrounding them as well as him are soon to be discovered. Warning: Graphic sex, graphic language, racist language, racist actions. This book is for adult readers only.

    Still, she’s thrown completely off kilter to find out those assets also include a six-and-a-half foot, dark-haired, green-eyed giant of a man who falls to his knees and swears to protect her with his life. Not only is he gorgeous, the man—creature—claims he’s her Protector, or in human terms: zombie. Things grow even stranger when Azaleigh learns she’s the new Guardian witch of the town of Hallows Brook, and the Night Walkers, fiendish bloodsucking vampires, will massacre everyone if she doesn’t learn the right spells in a hurry. Victor St. Croix is a Protector, an immortal whose sole purpose is the safety of a witch. After Antoinette’s death, Victor is sworn to her niece, whose laughing brown eyes and generous curves make him itch with the need to possess her. With the Night Walkers closing in, and their relationship blossoming into something neither expected, Azaleigh and Victor have a tough battle ahead. In Hallows Brook, things are never as they seem, and the lines between Protector and Guardian are soon tested.

    Sounds and scents trigger horrific flashes, but it’s all a blur except for one man with brilliant green eyes. When the tatted six foot two Adonis shows up at my door, my knowledge of the world is shattered. Bound to the immortal Scar by an ancient spell, we are on the run. Because Balen is the hunted. And if he dies, so do I.Balen: Scar TrackerMy code of honor was respected without question … until I consumed the blood of a vampire in exchange for a mortal woman’s freedom. The Scars want me imprisoned. The Wraiths want me dead. But the woman I can’t forget needs me. And I’ll risk everything to protect her.Even if it means killing her.Because in order for her to live—first she must die.Full-length novel. Come meet the Scars.Scars: Immortal warriors with capabilities derived from the senses: Trackers, Sounders, Healers, Tasters, Visionaries, and the rare Reflectors. They each have what is known as an Ink, a tattoo that can be called to life.*Stygian was originally titled JUMP.

    Yet, something about Kayla allures him.Her fearless and artistic nature can either calm the monster inside or push it further.The more they get under each other’s skin, a connection develops that neither can explain. It brings forth an indescribable desire and the possibility of love. But monsters don’t always stay gone. They have a way of crawling out of the dark, threatening any speck of happiness.

    All I want is a normal life with a husband and babies. So what if I work at a strip club? I have to make a living, and all I do is serve drinks. I don't take my clothes off, so no one notices me. Until one night the Nocturne walk in. The meanest, most dangerous werewolf motorcycle club in Texas. They're looking for trouble, and they find it. The trouble is me. Because Bane, the Nocturne alpha, wants to take me for his mate. Bane is big, bearded, and muscled. He takes what he wants. He's rough and mean. His wolf is vicious. He says I'm his forever, no matter what I say. I don't know anything about being a werewolf's mate. But somehow I'm giving in, no matter what he tells me to do... This isn't going to end well. But the ride is too much pleasure to say no.

    Yet, fate being fickle, introduces a mysterious woman into his life. Societal dictates say he has no business wanting her...he does. Najja's in England for one thing, however, meeting Colin changes everything. After he unexpectedly becomes Earl of Clifton, Najja withdraws. Her excuse? His title. Her vow.Colin doesn't care, but wanting and /having/ Najja are two different things. For Najja can never truly be his so long as another controls her. Obstacles are meaningless when a love that spans the continents is...What the Earl Desires