A passionate one night stand on the eve of her wedding day.A rejection.A branding.Humiliation.All were not what Zara expected to happen on her wedding eve, and her wedding day as well. If anything, she had expected a perfect wedding, and an even more perfect married life.But everything fell apart due to a single mistake. Or was it one at all? No idea. But what Zara knew was that her life had been ruined.That was, until Chase, the Lycan king showed up.Will her fate be changed? Or will things get worse?

Place Holder. Book 3; Lycan Heart's Series. When an Omega werewolf from the city got mated to a Dragon Commander in an entirely different realm; A medieval realm with no cars, cellphones, technology and so on, Tiffany struggles with fitting it. But that wasn't all. She had assumed she had already found love, especially when the dragon commander wooed her for more than four months before she agreed to leave with him. But the situation she found herself in after arriving at the kingdom was different than what she had expected, and so, all hope vanished alongside the little self esteem she once had. As though that wasn't all, threats from the past threatened to break them apart even more, and they both have to work hard to keep the single string still attached between them. Will they be able to? Will their love win over the darkness threatening to get them or will it succumb to it? Read to find out!

It was suppose to be a one night stand. Just a quick fix of her sexual urges. Just a taste. But it turned out to be something much more. After two years of an almost non-existent contact, Mazari Sherneil vowed to let go of the supposed mate; one who doesn't want her. With the daily struggles to fit into the norm of the society, she figured she was better off alone, than waiting on a man who clearly doesn't want her. They call him 'Bastard'. 'The Unwanted Prince.' 'The Rogue Prince.' Yet, all he craves, all he ever wanted, was to be loved. Yet, when finally blessed with the opportunity by Nyala, Amari Maverick shoves it away, embracing the idea of being unworthy. What happens when their paths crosses once more, their paths leading them to investigate the issue with the Lycan Kingdom and other realms alike? Will they embrace it and work together? Or will they further drift apart?

Natasha is a bullied omega wolf from the Malakari pack in the Kingdom of Zambele. Unwanted and abused by her fated mate, the Alpha, Natasha's life is anything but a dream… until the arrival of the Lycan King. Will a second chance result in the same harsh treatment or will she become the fierce leader her inner child dreamed of.             Follow Natasha along as she embarks on a journey of healing, empowerment, and discovers just what it means to open herself up and slowly become the Heart of A Lycan King. King Aiden Amari Dakarai has waited for his fated mate for a long while. Cursed with an unknown darkness and sickness, he struggles to fit into the role of a caring mate to his abused mate and rule his kingdom . Will he be able to battle his inner demons and be the lycan his mate can respect and love? Or would he succumb to the voice calling to him?

Have you ever read a book and utterly fall in love with a character? Very okay to feel that! Have you ever read a book and felt the urge to hit a character with a chair? Miriam definitely had those feelings and the latest book she was reading was no different. Her fingers itched to wrap themselves around his neck and squeeze the life out of one of the characters. The villain. Unfortunately for Miriam... she got her wish. However, fate wasn’t so kind or gentle. Instead of meeting her perfect male character. She ends up meeting Karden, a cruel and arrogant, self centered, conceited man... The villain. Where is the happily ever after promised? Miriam is an average kind of girl, a resident nurse from Washington DC who spends most of her time nose deep in books or walking her dog. Her life was pretty mundane... or so she thought. Waking up in a medieval setting was not part of her Monday plan, realising she had been sucked into a book was definitely not part of her plans. Follow Miraim as she tries to navigate the drama that is her life while trying to endure the most annoying person she has ever had the displeasure of coming across.

CURRENTLY ON-HOLD. The last thing Layla expected when she snuck out of the palace was to stumble onto an injured enemy of the fae, a human. Accidentally she invokes an ancient power which binds her and the human. As if that wasn't enough, her father announces her betrothal and Layla suddenly finds herself swept into a roller coaster of emotions. To add up to it? She meets a Dragon king who has her feelings confused and her world completely wrecked. She was suddenly swept into mystery, betrayal and heartache as she struggles to fight for those she loves.

Disclaimer. This is a slow burn, slow paced story packed with political issues, mystery and triller. Ah, romance is a must, don’t worry. So, before you dive in, I just wanted you to know. Blurb; "Why?" "Because," he moved closer, then bent his head a little to be the same height as hers. "You are one interesting woman, My Lady." "You think?" A flicker in her eyes, and then it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I suppose you might be saying that just to taunt me. Everyone knows I'm a simple plain girl with no past." "That doesn't make you any less of the woman you are." He tipped her head, to look into her eyes. "Forgive me, may I?" He asked. Regina had no idea what he meant by that, but she nodded nonetheless. It was only after she had felt his hands on her cheeks, and then the swipe of it towards her ears had she understood. He had asked if it was okay to tuck a lock of her hair. Somehow, he found that simple act intimate. And so did she. Just the simple touch of her skin ignited a lot more than he could handle, and with his hand still on her cheeks, he placed his forehead on hers. "You are so beautiful, My Lady." He closed his eyes, savoring and inhaling her scent, and a calming feeling suddenly filled the pit of his stomach. "And you smell so nice." His hand cupped her cheeks even more, and only after he heard her suck in a deep breath did he realize what he was doing. **** Regina Serban Cronox hates only two things. Failure. And being weak. She also has two policies; kill, or kill yet again. Failure was one of the things she has no belief in. According to her, nothing is ever impossible. Including becoming an assassin. And fighting for her sister's death. She was a prey in a hunt for the nobles. And then, the Emperor's concubine later on. Her mission was to marry the Emperor, and find the right moment to kill him without anyone suspecting her. However, fate has a different game for her when she saw the Emperor and couldn't help controlling her heart from utterly falling. Perhaps, she was not really after the revenge. Could there be something else Regina was after? Maybe, there was more to what she had allowed to be seen from the start...

Emily Thornton was supposedly engaged to Jordon Brighton, Earl of Brighton. However, what happens when Jordon’s twin, Jason appeared out of no where, and Jordon had him pretend to be him? A fiery red head would be played by both brothers. But would it be a successful game? What happens when a scandal comes out of this and the ton, condemns them all?

#Book 1; The Dragon Prince’s Beloved# #Book 2; Adored By The Dragon King# *COMPLETED* The softness of his lips made contact with mine. It was like making contact with a bolt of lightning; a static charge lit up nerve ends so fiercely that I could hear them crackle. I tried to pull away but it was already too late. His other arm had snaked around my waist to hold me firmly against him. Even as I released a protesting gasp, his dark head was still there. Oh, I tried to fight him. I twisted and turned and went through a series of denying groans and quivers, but ended up kissing him back as if I couldn't get enough of him. It was awful and I was appalled at myself, yet my mouth clung hungrily and my body yearned for more. I gave up, and it lasted for a few seconds, or so I thought. Suddenly, he let go of me, and I gasped for air, my lungs dry and starved. Eragon rested his forehead against mine, his breathing as hard as mine. This time, however, when I stared into his eyes, they were back to silver, and when I turned to look at his hand, the scales weren't there anymore. "You felt it, didn't you?" he whispered. Of course, I felt it. But this wasn't the kind of proving I had in mind. "No," I replied, and saw his gaze slid down my swollen lips. "I didn't. You're still showing me that you only need my body and not me. I won't be giving myself to someone not worthy of having me." I shoved him away, clearly, it wasn't my strength that did that, but I did, and I quickly sat up, wrapping my hands around my body. I quickly scrambled to my feet and looked at him one more time before I turned and fled away. "You just wait and see," he called. "I'm going to make you mine!" *** Captured and taken as a slave by Eragon; the handsome Dragon Prince of the Kingdom of Tanamoot, Arrelia Vincent had always thought of herself as nothing but an ordinary human. A weakling without powers. Meeting Eragon was her fate. Falling for him was unavoidable. Despite knowing that there were obstacles waiting ahead to tear their blooming love apart, Arrelia still chose to give her heart a try. But not after the dark secrets were unleashed alongside her powers. Not after she realized that a crown awaited her outside. One that would turn the table around and have her thirsting for the blood of the murderers of those who loved her. A madness driving guilt which she would live with forever. A madness which will force her glory to be placed upon the blood fountain of men. Who would save her from the chaotic state she had casted herself into? Who will lift her out of her fallen asylum? What tale does this book have to unveil?

#Trigger warning; The first part of this Book contains abuse and domestic violence. Readers discretion is advised.# She felt as if she were floating. Her eyes were closed, and everything about her felt soft, a luxuriating fluffiness like the satin down comforter her grandma used to have. She thought she must have been sleeping. There was a not-unpleasant heaviness to her limbs, like the time she could finally sit down after standing and walking in the market for hours. Then her brain started to focus in a peculiar sort of way, powerless over thoughts that surfaced unbidden. Abubakar suddenly came to mind...how he had gotten her this way, and how she longed to tell Maama, but couldn't. Maama. . . As her consciousness began to return, she tried without success to open her eyes. Something tight and sticky was holding her lids together. Now she knew she was sleeping. She'd felt that strange paralysis before when wrapped in layers of her dreams, her legs turned to lead as she ran from shadowy pursuers and her eyes became inert shutters. She was scared, what frightened her most was her breathing. Her hand blindly went to her mouth, where she found the tube. Yaa Rahman! She was in a hospital! Her heart was thunderously racing, filling her chest with explosive fear. She blindly pulled at the tube, ripping it from her throat, gagging violently as it made her gasp and choke. But finally, finally, It was free, and she flung it far away. Zeenatu Kabir was your average kind of girl, beautiful, loving and elegant. But what happens when everything begin to fall apart?

*COMPLETED* Across the vast ocean sailed Cassandra Trenton, a free-spirited American beauty left suddenly orphaned and alone. Eager to claim her long-lost heritage, she was amazed at the formal elegance of Eastland, the sumptuous English estate of her distant cousin…the notorious Duke of Eastland. Sought after at plays, operas, and balls by London’s most fashionable ladies, Henry remained a mystery to Cassandra. Bewildered by his arrogant demeanor, yet drawn to his panther-like grace, she came to sense the searingly painful memories that smoldered in the depths of his jade-green eyes. Wed because of a scandal, they were enfolded in a fierce, consuming joy, free at last from the past’s cruel grasp. Then, in a moment of blinding anguish, Cassandra discovered the shocking treachery that lay at the heart of their love…a love she had dreamed would triumph… Perhaps, love wasn't it all.

#written 2012# "Hold your head up and smile, you coward," Arfaat growled when Juwairiyyah hung back at the top of the steps leading to Sophie's imposing home where the wedding traditional party will take place. His hand gripped her waist so tightly she gasped, and she felt like jerking away and fleeing back down the steps to the waiting car. There was a long line of cars in the street outside Sophie's home; it was obvious the ton had gathered to see the grand wedding of Alhaji Abbas daughter to a poor mechanic. If not for the cold dread in the pit of her stomach, Juwairiyyah might enjoyed the sight of her _wedding day_. As it was, she felt only a shivering apprehension at Arfaat cold rage and implacable face. They'd ridden from her fathers house on GRA in stark silence. Except for a brief moment when she had balked at getting into the car, he had not spoken to her until now. "I don't advise you to try anything you may regret, my Lily." Meet Juwairyyah Abbas who is a spoiled brat whose heart is set at tarnishing and destroying the image of anyone below her. She sees herself as a Queen and someone who is above everyone. Being the only child to rich parents, Juwairiyyah was pampered and given everything she wants. But, what happens when she met someone hell bent on changing her idea that the poor are to be loved and respected not trampled on. The story is filled with love, hatred, and revenge.

#Written 2013 She woke up early that morning feeling extremely detached, a feeling alien to her, as if she no more belonged to the world, a feeling of defeat, as if she had lost everything she had ever owned or everyone she had ever called hers. What had she really done? Never in her life has she felt so dejected and weak, like the world was crumbling in her head. Sadness.... something she never really undesired. Why? Why be sad of something which had already happened? After all there was no point crying over spilled milk. Unfortunately, when you get sad, it's like being stabbed in the heart a thousand times without dying. Husnah, your typical and ideal young African lady. Poised, beautiful; in an understated way and nd highly reserved..... what happens when she finds herself trapped in the shackles of an arranged marriage with the least expected person; the proud and egocentric Nabeel, someone she considers her greatest enemy. To crown her dilemma is Fareedah! The beautiful, cunning and loving first wife. Join Husnah in her journey through the jungle she finds herself trapped in..... will there ever be a route out? Or will she forever be trapped in the jungle? Only when you add this book to you library will you puzzles be solved.