What would you do for the ones you love…for the ones you’ve sworn to protect…for family? Friend. Granddaughter. Mate. Princess and trophy of the Ivaskov pack... Kitten has many titles, but she’s starting to suspect that they’ve all forgotten her most important one…she’s just Kitten, the person. Or maybe they never knew her in the first place. As news of the royal pregnancy spreads, everyone starts making plans for the future…and for her. Torn between being true to herself and being the Princess everyone expects her to be, Kitten makes plans of her own. But the question is…can she live with the consequences of her decisions? (This is a Reverse-Harem story (one young woman for multiple men). Contains mature content.)
The “enchanting” (Publishers Weekly) Jane Jameson series is back with a new paranormal romantic comedy about werewolf yearning to find her own place world, and the group of admittedly unique vampires who help her find love. Tylene McClaine, black sheep of the McClaine Half-Moon Hollow werewolf pack, has spent a lifetime blocking out the criticisms of her boisterous pack. They say she’s too bookish, too sarcastic, and worst of all, too picky when it comes to finding a nice werewolf boy and settling down. But when she meets vampire and Half-Moon Hollow music teacher, Alex Bonfils, Tylene starts to wonder if she could create the life she’s always wanted. She takes every precaution to meet her sexy vamp in secret, but when a vandal around town starts targeting vampire businesses, she fears her family might have found her out. When the damage in town escalates, Tylene and Alex join forces with Jane Jameson, Dick Cheney, and the whole vampire gang to find the culprit save Half-Moon Hollow before it’s too late!
A former Rogue being presented to the Fates. What could go wrong? When I was offered a seat on the Ethereal Council, no one said anything about meeting the actual Fates. But on the day of my presentation, not only do I offend the three women who control every single thread of life, but an Angel's thread is cut short, and no one knows how. Now it's my job to find out who did it before the death gets pinned on me and starts a war. Maybe being a Rogue was the least of my problems.
If there is one lesson I’ve been taught in my life, it’s that fairies are the absolute worst. Finding a fledgling succubus in Faerie is like locating a needle inside a realm-sized haystack. With a guide I can’t trust and a goal more ephemeral than smoke, my odds of success are tenuous at best. Not to mention, as the last Elemental in existence, I have a giant target painted on my back. Because one half of Faerie wants me dead, and the other half wants to use me as a sacrifice to open the gates to Earth. But I swore I would find my quarry, and I will. Even if I have to rip the entire realm apart to do it. There is a storm coming to Faerie. And that storm is me.