He’s tall, ripped, has color-changing tattoos, and says he’s being hunted by a shadowy government agency. Rachel can deal with the fact that Drace is an alien warrior, but she can’t accept his claims that the intense attraction blazing between them is because she is his true, biological mate. When agents close in, the two go on the run to find Drace’s shuttle so he can return home. They may heat up the sheets just fine, but Rachel doesn’t count on Drace abducting her back to his base ship. Drace Dal-Allean, Saar-king of the Baylan people, is used to getting what he wants. Rachel became his woman the moment she touched him, as evidenced by the new soul marks on his chest denoting the touch of his mate. But while Rachel shares his attraction, she’s resistant to starting a life as his queen on the base ship he rules. Drace will do whatever it takes to protect his new human mate, but when saving her life means taking her with him to his space ship, how can he convince the feisty and spirited Rachel that a life with him isn’t one of abduction and imprisonment? The sudden appearance of an alien Baylan base ship within view of Earth throws the planet into turmoil, forcing Rachel to decide between the world she was born to, and the sexy alien king who has claimed her heart. THE BAYLAN CHRONICLES: DRACE is the first book in a romance series about hot alien alpha males finding their mates with human Earth women. This is a stand-alone story with no cliffhangers, no cheating, and a guaranteed HEA (happily ever after). More installments in this series are on the way!

    One bite, she crosses a line...into forever.Diana Hambre's body is blazing. For days this leopardess shifter has spun through a body-searing heat cycle. Alone. Her senses reel when Shawn Barclay, her boss, walks into her reserved room at the Downtown Den, a stud club for shifters. He gives Diana a choice: spend the evening with him, give into his every desire, and she'll find out what it means to quench her heat-crazed thirst—or try her luck with a stranger, one of the club bangers.Shawn hates when his back is against the wall. One sip of Diana’s pheromone-laced scent is enough to force his alpha hand. The tables have turned and it's Diana's back he wants up against a wall, or any other surface for that matter.As the moon rises toward midnight, Shawn and Diana come to understand the difference between sex and bonding. For a night, neither of them resist their primal instincts, blindly giving into carnal desire. Her wild nature fights being subdued and she risks spontaneously shifting without warning.Now, bearing Shawn's bite marks, she can’t simply walk away from him; not when he has the means to teach her to harness her leopardess nature. Shawn accepts the challenge of training Diana to control her untamed cravings. Employing every method available in and out of the bedroom, he discovers he's on the verge of ensnaring himself in the process.Warning: Erotic scenes hot enough to peel paint

    Owner of a successful online retail store, the Trinity Falls native is now ready for bigger and better things, but Colton and his cousin, Glenn, weren't what she had in mind. Colton is everything she shouldn't want. The moody, bad boy billionaire has trouble written all over his tightly sculpted physique, but that doesn't prevent Ana from wanting him. His cousin, Glenn, couldn't be more opposite, but still equally captivating in his well-tailored suits that hug him in all the right places. When both men begin vying for her attention, Ana is hard-pressed to choose between the two. One is a heart breaking playboy. The other is potentially her ideal mate. As her desire runs deeper, so does her feelings of angst over which to choose. How will Ana choose between the sultry bad boy and the equally sexy cousin she can't get enough of? Find out in part one of His Unbearable Desires Serial! Intended for mature audiences. 18+ Cliffhanger.

    When they met on the night of the midnight moon, both locked in an industrial freezer, neither could predict the ups and downs their lives would take. Sela was faced with the choice of shifting and tearing into the yummy man's hide or simply fucking through the lust frenzy that accompanies the midnight moon. Decisions, decisions... And a freezer was not a good place for a yeti to be. Drastic changes in temperature from hot to cold make Yosi feral... and horny. Five years later and their sexin' is called to a halt by Yosi the minute he finds out about Sela's pregnancy. What's a sex-starved gal to do when the man she loves is too afraid to make love because of the baby she carries? Why, take him to a place where his base nature can't resist coming out to play. Sela sees a freezer in her future...

    Too bad she's off-limits. She's human. He's not. When an accidental slip of his teeth endangers Megan and his entire werewolf pack, it's up to Sam to find a solution. Unbeknownst to them, Sam's bite has thrust Megan into the crosshairs of a killer. Sam and Megan must work together to find the threat, protect the pack, and maybe fall in love. But they better do it before the next full moon. #sambitmeg #wolvesofrockfalls #ajskellywrites

    Jak awakens, cold and confused, on the shore of an unknown island at the beginning of a dangerous nightfall.With nothing but his name and a head drained of memory, he stumbles into the nearby forest and is quickly forced to fight for his very survival.When he meets Niri, a beautiful elf exiled from her people and left to die in the wilderness, he begins the quest to build his own tribe in a land of blood, brutality, and wild adventure.RAW contains tribe building, savage violence, and a harem of hot, primeval babes.

    Hannah Tandy moves to the small town of Harpersville, Georgia after losing her husband to a drunk driver and soon realizes there's something paranormal going on in her antebellum home. She feels deeply connected to three teenagers who disappeared more than one hundred years before and finds herself drawn into their lives and does everything she can to get to the bottom of their story. Along the way she makes a new life for herself and finds that the townspeople are just as intrigued. Her new home town wants nothing more than to find closure for their lost youths. Where will the eerie footsteps heard in her attic lead her?

    Charlotte is one such human who has become renowned for her skill as an exceptional drink for vampires in an elitist club atmosphere where drinking blood and sensual pleasure is the norm.When Charlotte's best friend and co-worker, Charisse, drags her to a local mansion to interview as a "personal drink" to a local vampire, Charlotte isn't happy about it. Nor is she happy when she's selected by Alexander, the vampire who had actually refused her offer of a drink in her club only recently.Charlotte moves into Alexander's mansion and meets Nathan, his servant, who is obviously more than he appears to be at first glance. Is he more than human? Both Alexander and Nathan are handsome and she starts to learn more about their world than ever before.Nathan is clearly hiding something. His abilities are definitely not human and maybe that's part of his appeal. Charlotte meets more vampires and other people who exist in this twilight world. She learns more about herself, how she relates to others and the uncanny power she holds over the two males who co-habit the mansion with her. Intrigue, love, power plays, suspense, fear and seduction; all of these play out in various scenarios during Charlotte's "relationship" with her new guardian and his servant...but where will it lead to in the end? Only time will tell.

    He was so different from the little boy who haunted my dreams with his sad eyes and pleas for help. No—the man he had turned out to be was confident and cocky; willing to stand up for what was right. Saving him is my only way to save myself and I’ll do whatever it takes, including using my gifts as a seer. I come from a long line of women who can see the past and the future but this time, I’m afraid that the darkness will consume my visions and my only lifeline is Reaper.

    I willingly gave up my wings. Shunned my place in Heaven. Because she was all I needed. Then I lost everything. Forced to live on inside the body of a vampire, I searched for her, knowing she'd return to me in another life. But I finally gave up hope of finding my love, as so many of my fallen brothers had also done. I went dormant. Gave over control to my vampire host, Galen. Until Reese woke me and my search began again. My soul mate is here, somewhere, waiting for me to find her and claim her. But Heaven and Hell are on the edge of war, and I'm the only one who can stop it. This is a boxed set of the complete Fallen Angel Trilogy Contents include: Waking the Watcher (Book 1) Denying the Watcher (Book 2) Releasing the Watcher (Book 3) Plus exclusive bonus content.

    He was content no longer being thrown into the danger zone and got enough pleasure from working behind a desk. So, why did this best friend Frank Chantel want to hire him to protect his goddaughter/singer Sahara 'Coco' Chantel?Sahara Chantel reluctantly agreed to a bodyguard to please her uncle. She was more focused on getting her singing career off the ground not an overzealous fan. Anyway, it wasn’t like she was going to be attracted to her bodyguard because weren’t most of them older men with gray hair?Sahara's preconceived notions about bodyguards were shot to hell when she walked inside her den and spotted the tall, blond and sexy Jax Irizarry waiting for her.

    When Phoebe Summers moves to an idyllic Cornish cottage, dark deeds from the past quickly begin to cast sinister shadows across the present...

    The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members prefer the word “shift” though.It’s the hottest club in town.The price of membership is your heart and your secrecy.All you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.Are you ready?Good. Then let’s begin.* * *The Billionaire Shifters Club is a paranormal romance series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The subterranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.The first three books in the series, The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match, The Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin Mate, and The Billionaire Shifter’s Second Chance are included in this hot, irresistible collection.

    I could hear it. There, beyond the beach, behind the tree-line. Off to my left, out of sight. I was still on the beach, just beyond the waterline. I crawled here a few minutes ago. I heard the rustling almost immediately; as soon as I had become conscious again. I didn’t know how long I had been there, apparently washed up by a higher tide sometime earlier. My clothes were still wet, so I must not have been here more than a few hours. I didn’t wake up coughing, so it didn’t seem that I had drowned. The life-jacket seemed to have kept me above water. I was on my knees, scanning the tree-line for movement, and listening…and trying to get my bearings. I had been awake for just a few minutes. The sun was up, but barely. Of course, we almost never saw the sun because of the ash clouds, but they were getting better every year. It had been 18 years since the cataclysm. If the cataclysm had taught us anything, it was to be careful and think things through. I wasn’t in immediate danger as far as I could tell. My only injury seemed to be a really painful, but minor head-wound from where I had been hit. We had left the compound on Tahiti early yesterday. Or was it the day before? I guess it didn’t matter. I guess I didn’t know for sure what day it was. I didn’t have a watch; we didn’t have much use for them. When you don’t have appointments, and no train to catch, precise times aren’t that important. I had intended to travel with just the cargo, but Aunt Irene hated the islands and wanted to go back to what she thought of as her home. For some reason, she expected to find the resort and the town just like she had left it. She was delusional. I might not have said that last week, but after what happened, I would have a lot more to say if there had been anyone to listen to me. What I couldn’t figure out was how she and Clark thought that they could survive a two year journey at sea in relative isolation, eating mostly fish. Irene was used to demanding that others do her work for her. How did she imagine that she would handle a trip like this with just me, Clark, and the four sisters? She didn’t even like any of us. My plan was to stay on a different end of the boat as much as possible. But that was all pretty much ancient history now. Last night, I was standing at the bow of the boat, watching the last of the sunlight disappear. It was going to be dark. The moon didn’t show much these days. Irene came up and stood beside me and said, “So, out there is Rangiroa?” I said yeah, but there was something strange about the question. She knew as well as I exactly where we should be and where our course was taking us. Yeah, the island Rangiroa and it’s neighbors was just in front of us. We’d be passing them overnight. There was something weird in her voice. She sighed and said, “Yeah,” and then I felt something hit me in the back of the head and I passed out. I woke up on the beach here, listening for something out there, beyond the tree-line.