Nomi English always knew her family kept secrets. She just never expected one of those secrets to be a four-hundred-year-old blood oath sealing her fate to an immortal monster. Lord Darius Dreymont, one of the four legendary Pure Blood Vampire Lords, arrives on her doorstep, and Nomi’s life shatters. He is cold, devastatingly beautiful, and possesses a lethal arrogance that makes it clear: she is his. Darius doesn't want a wife; he wants a weapon. Nomi’s lineage; descended from the most reviled and powerful human hunter line, is the ultimate price, the Ancestral Payment required to secure his House's dominance against his rivals. Violently dragged into the lethal, ancient Supernatural Sphere, Nomi wakes up inside Darius's Castle. She is surrounded by beings who despise her hunter blood, and forced under the absolute control of a vampire who commands both her life and the dark magic of his domain. She will not surrender to her fate, even as Darius’s calculated, possessive touch awakens a thrilling submission she vows to resist. How do you fight your own destruction when the vampire who holds the key to your life also holds the key to your darkest desires? •••••••••••••••••••••••• His lips brushed the sensitive point just below my ear. "Do you know what that makes you?" "A hostage," I hissed. "A challenge," he corrected, voice deepening into something darker. "And I do not walk away from challenges." His grip didn't loosen. His hand slid from my jaw to my chin, tilting my head back against his shoulder so effortlessly it made my stomach drop. "You ran," he reminded me softly. "You hid. You armed yourself with useless tools." A pause. "And still, you did not break." "I'm not yours," I whispered, the rage flaring bright enough to burn away the fear. A low, rumbling sound rose from his chest, something ancient and displeased. "You were sealed to me long before you were born," he said. "You cannot undo what was written in blood." He leaned in, his cool breath ghosting over my lips. "You will fight," he promised. "You will resist. You will run from me again. And every time, I will catch you." His voice was soft as snowfall, deadly as a blade. "Because I am not your nightmare, Nomi English. I am your fate."

I died unloved.Rejected. Forgotten.The Luna no one wanted—not even my own mate.He chose my sister.The dainty, perfect omega they all believed was born to be Luna.They said the Moon Goddess made a mistake with me.So he threw me aside—publicly, viciously—and when I broke from the pain, no one cared.Not even him.But the Moon Goddess must have a twisted sense of humor.Because I woke up. Not in the past. Not in some fairytale.I came back… with a new name, a new body, and a ring on the finger of the most powerful Alpha alive.His father.The Alpha King.Hotter. Stronger. Everything his son could never be.He doesn’t know.Not yet.But I see the confusion in his eyes when he looks at me.The guilt he doesn’t understand.The obsession he can’t explain.He ruined me once.Now I’m in his house, at his table, in his nightmares.And when he finally finds out who I am?It won’t be tears he sees.It’ll be vengeance.

Everyone thought my sister would be Luna.She was everything a pack could want — graceful, soft-spoken, beautiful in that delicate, untouchable way. The perfect omega. Trained since childhood to stand beside Alpha Kael Nightborn. Trained to rule.And me?I was just her shadow. The quiet one. The overlooked one. Not quite as pretty, not quite as perfect — not even worth noticing.So when the Moon Goddess made me his mate… it felt like a cruel joke.Kael didn’t even hesitate.“I reject you.”In front of the whole pack.In front of her.He chose my sister.And I disappeared.Two years later, I’ve rebuilt myself from the ashes of that night. New name. New strength. New scars.But now Kael is at my door. Broken. Bitter. Regretful. And claiming he made the wrong choice.Worse?The bond never really broke.And I hate that part of me still wants him.But this time, I won’t beg.I won’t shatter for him again.Let him suffer like I did.

Second book: Mated to her Dragon Prince is out!!! Check it out the continuation of Callum’s and Dove’s exciting tale in my profile This can't be happening—there has to be another explanation. I can't bring myself to look at him again, but his scent... that spicy, sandalwood scent is messing with my head, bringing up memories I'm desperate to bury. "Dove," his voice comes out in a raspy whisper, heavy with some emotion I can't quite figure out. "You're my brother, for Luna's sake!" I practically shout, throwing my hand up to shield my nose, as if it could actually block out the overwhelming way his pheromone is affecting me. "Sisters don't look at their brothers the way you're looking at me, and besides, we're not blood," he retorts, suddenly all stubborn determination in a way I've never seen before. "You're mine, Dove. I've waited for you forever, and as much as it's torture not to pull you close, breathe your delicious scent in, taste those pretty lips of yours... but I'll hold back. I'll hold back as long as it takes. Because you're mine, you've always been mine," he says softly, his gaze searching me as if he's trying to convey something. With one long inhale, he turns on his heel and walks away like it's no big deal, leaving me stunned and flustered by his words. And I'll be damned if I'm going to admit how hot my cheeks are right now. "This is so messed up..." I murmur under my breath.

“You seem so different than I remember you two years ago,” Donovan held a firm grip on the slim dainty wrist of Georgia, his stern eyes narrowed in suspicion.Georgia broke out in cold sweat, but the sly smirk on her blood red lips didn’t falter. She took a purposeful step closer to Donovan, his spicy enticing cologne stirred her insides and had desire pooling in her lower abdomen. God she desired this man.Donovan narrowed his eyes further, taking note of her proximity, the smoothy silkiness of her skin and the rich seductive scent that he hadn’t remembered her ever having. The Alexia Valentino he knew didn’t know the first thing about enticing a man, her body didn’t have the delectable curves that tightened his pants with desire. She wasn’t half as smart or nearly as interesting. He wondered how much one person could change in one short year.“Maybe you never knew me, Mr Giambelli, you never did pay me much attention,” Her voice was low and magnetizing, and she relished in the way Donovan’s gaze slid down her body, his eye’s darkened with desire, he wanted her. And he made no efforts to hide it.“You didn’t intrigue me at all then. I had no interest in getting to know the spoiled, bratty daughter of the Valentino’s, who hadn’t worked half a day for anything in her life..” His gaze hardened, and the grip he had on her arms tightened, his mouth was quirked in a mocking smile as he gaze her a once over. She was different now. He didn’t know why, or what could’ve happened for her in a year to change a person so fundamentally, it was almost like she was a different person. “And now Mr Giambelli? Am I still a bore?” His deep gravely voice as he described everything her sister was, only slightly miffed her. She wasn’t her sister, and though the plan was to have him think her as such, she couldn’t bare to be at the end of the man’s contempt.“Not nearly as much..” He growled, pulling her almost painfully until her lithe body fit snug on his hard muscled chest. His hand pinched her chin up so he could see deep into her eyes. Eyes bluer and more exotic than he’d remembered.“You certainly give much to be desired.” And he crashed his lips with hers with a fierce hungry need that threatened to consume her whole.

After a devastating betrayal by someone who meant the world to her, Aria Moretti, heiress to the Moretti felt like her whole world was ending. Against her family's wishes, she had married Henri Delarney, and like the world predicted he betrayed her after she ceased to be useful to him. Filled by feelings of such anger and hatred, Aria wanted to seek revenge for his betrayal. To make him pay for what he did to her, for spitting on her sincerity and making her society's laughing stock. But she was all alone. Nobody she could turn to. Too ashamed and embarrassed she knew she couldn't turn to her powerful family, and besides this was her revenge. She wanted to make him pay with her own ability. Just when she thought there was no way out, he approached her. A man whose hatred for her husband probably equaled hers now, who was filled with the same burning desire for revenge. And he would help her with her sweet revenge. But, did she dare make a deal with the devil just to exact revenge on the man who once meant the world to her?