When the Alpha rejects you and tries to steal your dignity, but that's okay because you're about to steal his dad... *** Not all roads lead to home, but the one I got stuck on sure as heck did. Dismal Falls: another tired mountain town to the humans passing through it, but the werewolves who live here know better. I left the supernatural life behind me a decade ago, but now I'm back, and, as a single she-wolf living in Zoar Forest Pack territory, there's no worse place I could be. Too bad I don't have any choice in the matter. My Gramps is losing his marbles to dementia, and, if I can't keep him from stripping under the light of the full moon, my ex-mate is going to toss him into a nursing home and throw away the key. He's Alpha now, but I'm not afraid of him. There's only one big bad wolf who can tame my wild streak, and my ex calls him 'Dad'.

-Enemies to lovers -Fated Mates -Motorcycle Club . When a violent attack occurs on the border of Dustmaw pack land, it's King Alpha Jaxom Hill's responsibility to visit the grieving family. Not that he wants to. Vain, arrogant, and entitled, the King of Las Vegas is content to live the life of a playboy while his half brother, Eisen, sees to pack affairs. Begrudgingly, Jaxom makes the three hour drive into Navajo Nation, where his perfect world is turned on its head. He discovers his fated Luna Queen is a human, and what's worse, she's the victim. Marked and brutalized by a rogue wolf, Trinity Ahtone hates and reviles werewolves, but Jaxom refuses to leave Arizona without her. In an attempt to win Trinity’s heart, and quench his own thirst for vengeance, Jaxom offers to help his mate track her rapist through the desert and put an end to him once and for all. . Turning to follow the line of his gaze, I tensed as the barrel of a shotgun was shoved against my temple. My jaw clenched in shock, taking in the fearsome pair of eyes glowering up at me. With a single elbow propped up on the threadbare mattress, my mate’s delicate finger rested poised against the trigger. Where the hell had the gun come from? My gaze swept to the narrow space between the wall and mattress. An irrational rage overtook me as I realized Trinity had been sleeping armed. As sick as she was, the girl had still sought to defend herself, fearful that Warren might return. The thought that he haunted her, even in sleep, tore through my chest, wreaking more havoc than any bullet. “Get up slowly, and walk to the door,” Trinity wheezed, each breath costing her an inordinate amount of effort. All I could manage to do was stare at the sultry pair of lips that had just produced the sweetest sounds I had ever known.

**COMPLETE** “No!” I moaned as the painful memories all came flooding back to me. I palmed Joel’s chest and thrust off of him with as much force as I could muster, stumbling towards the door as tears rolled down my cheeks. “Rose!” he called to my back, pushing through the crowd after me. Breaking into a run, I bolted out the door and into the humid night air. Startled guests stepped aside as I passed, making my way towards the parking lot. As I ran, my ankle went out from under me, snapping the heel on CeCe’s left shoe. I hit the gravel hard, biting my lip to keep from sobbing. Brushing debris from my bloodied knees, I unlatched the stilettos, carrying them with me as I walked barefoot up the drive. I fished out my phone from my purse and dialed the one person I hadn’t wanted to call. “You on your way home, Cinderella? Clock is ticking towards midnight,” CeCe answered wryly. “CeCe I’m so sorry,” I sobbed drunkenly, stumbling down the dark dirt road. “I need you to come pick me up.” “Where are you? I’m on my way right now. Are you somewhere safe? Is anyone with you?” my roommate asked frantically, keys jingling in the background. As I opened my mouth to speak, a car engine roared behind me. I stumbled back into the grass, dropping my phone in the process. A Porsche 918 Spyder spun to block the road, its driver stepping out with hellfire in his gaze. ........... After escaping a troubling and abusive past, Rose Fleetwood is in desperate need of a fresh start. Her stylist job at the Green Roof Day Spa barely makes ends meet and leaves her feeling bored and unfulfilled. Everything changes when a mystery man, bearing a terrible scar, shows up in need of a haircut. Rose is immediately fascinated by the eccentric man but is caught off guard when he invites her to attend a family wedding. Unable to resist his spontaneous offer, Rose agrees, only to discover that her date is a CEO billionaire with a dark past.

“Hana!” a voice behind her demanded in a tone her heart knew well. She turned, her body shaking with disbelief. “Var?” she questioned, scarcely trusting in her own eyes. She turned to the cell. His body was still spread out across the floor, his life force surrounding him in death. She looked back to the ghost, her eyes roving over him. He was Var, and yet markedly different. Where Var had been neglected to the point of starvation, the man before her was all brawn and roping muscle. He towered over her, his face fierce. Instead of Var’s sallowed skin, the stranger was browned from the sun, his intense eyes standing out in sharp contrast against its golden hue. Something in him intimidated Hana, a dangerous nature that she had not sensed in his past self. An angry scar cut a path through his furrowed brow, trailing down his left cheek. Hana took a step back, suddenly unsure if the man was Var at all. ************************** What would you do if you were sent to prison for a crime you didn’t commit? What if that prison just so happened to be the most dangerous place on the planet? When Hana Dari refuses to enter an arranged marriage with her childhood best friend, Filo, she is sent to the labor camp of Mala Fide to serve out her punishment in the ice mines. Hana hopes to serve her year-long sentence and return home to her quiet life in the Eastern Borough. That is, until she meets fellow prisoner, Tiberius Var. Hana is taken in by the handsome stranger with haunting eyes, but Tiberius is more than just a common criminal. He’s a Voyager, with the power to bend the fabric of time itself. With her life on the line, can Hana trust Tiberius to help her escape from Mala Fide? Or is she only a pawn in a bigger game?