I used to love fairy tales. Then werebeasts murdered my parents and marked me as the mate of a monster. It’s been seven years since then, and I thought could stop I running. I thought my mate had stopped hunting me. I thought I’d never have to worry about the need his touch could wake in me. I thought I was safe. I was wrong. **The Moonfate serial contains all four installments: Moonbound, Huntbound, Bloodbound and Heartbound.**

    Alexander "Bunny" Bunsun is that Bear. Something's not right with his cousin Chloe, and he's come to Halle, PA, to sort it out, turn his Harley around and head home to Oregon. Until an enticing scent lures him into the local tattoo shop. There she is. An inked, Southern-drawled she-Wolf with lime-green hair. His perfect mate. Tabitha Garwood's rotten day just got worse. Her Outcast status makes her a target for harassment with alarming regularity. And now, in the middle of a root touch-up, looking like a half-melted Skittle, she's met her destined mate. The only upside? She finally has a protector in the form of a huge, tattooed, shaved-head Bear who vibrates with carefully restrained power. When Chloe is left for dead and Tabby is threatened, only Alex can keep his growing family safe. Giving Tabby the loving home she needs, though, could come at a price-Alex must give up the control he's worked a lifetime to attain. Which means someone could die at the hands-and claws-of his beast. Warning: This novel contains explicit sex, graphic language, a hunky Bear named Bunny and... Yes. I said a Bear named Bunny. I don't know about you but I'm not brave enough to make fun of it.

    I'm invested now . . . I'm totally addicted to you, and I'm not going anywhere."Her prince charming was a beast all along; a monster set on destroying her—at any cost . . . no matter the consequences.After nearly being murdered by her husband, Christopher, Logan Reed flees from Baltimore, Maryland to Wake Forest, North Carolina, where she adopts a new life with her son, Carter. Afraid that her freedom will be short lived Logan makes every effort to keep a low profile—to stay hidden in the shadows—but when sexy, southern heart throb and local teacher, Jackson Sparrow starts taking an interest in more than educating her son, Logan finds it hard to keep from falling in love again.But is she ready to trust another man with her heart? No matter the cost? To hell with the consequences?WARNINGThis novella contains scenes of domestic and sexual abuse, strong language and explicit sex scenes that may be triggering to those who are uncomfortable with these topics.

    With an ex who she assumes left her for the next, a mother who is always on her about her weight, and a current boyfriend whom she finds in an awkward position on their anniversary, she’s still optimistic that true love will happen for her one day. After having her heart broken for the last time, she decides to take a small break from men and just focus on her thriving shoe store she owns with her sister Ariana. Cairo Broussard wasn’t looking for love, but at the same time, was open for it to happen if it came. He never thought in a million years that he’d practically fall in love at first sight after walking into the custom shoe store one of his players told him about. When his ex-girlfriend Alexandra Tate offers him a proposition to manipulate his inheritance, will he marry her for the money or will he follow his heart and be the man that Audrielle needs him to be? Watch what happens and unfolds when your back is up against the wall and people from your past pop up to either make your life better or ruin it all together. Black love is a very strong and powerful thing, but with white lies in the mix, who knows what will happen?

    It is indicative to such words as power, command, dominance, and leadership. Hello, Let me introduce myself. My name is Andrew Pierce, known to everyone as A.P. I’m a corporate attorney on the fast-track to becoming partner at the Law Firm of Goldstein, Parker, & Foster. My tamed hair is blonde, and my eyes are blue. I stand above six feet with pure muscle covering my entire body. I exude confidence, strength, aggressiveness, power and most of all, control. Shit, if I’m to be honest here… I am the epitome of fucking control. Most people strive to have control, but they don’t know the first thing about it. They use it as a means to harm, destroy or dominate. For me, control is like breathing. It’s my lifeline. I must have control. I must be in control. It’s not about my sick twisted need to dominate that’s ingrained in me no matter what. No, control for me is simple, it’s a matter of life or death. I’ve worked all of my life to master the art of control and believe me, it wasn’t easy. I have been tested, measured, and judged, but I never allow myself to succumb to the loss of control. So imagine my damn surprise, my panic, when for the first time in forever my control falters. Shit, it happened so fast that I couldn’t stop it. My breathing became erratic, and my heart beat raced so fast that I wasn’t sure if I would be able to… control it. I thought this was it, and I looked around my surroundings, frantically looking for the source of my lapse, waiting to destroy the threat, when my eyes fell on…heaven. This beautiful, stunning, magnificent woman before me stole my breath away. She was the reason why my control faltered. This was dangerous for a man like me, losing control like this. I knew what I must do; however, I still couldn’t move. It was that moment when I realized that for the first time in my life, I was fucked.