He knows who I am. He knows where I live. And he's never letting me go. The first time I saw Chuks Remi, he was covered in blood, golden eyes burning through the darkness, a monster wearing the skin of a billionaire. He was supposed to be a myth. Werewolves don't exist. Alphas don't hunt the streets of Lagos. But he was real. And he saw me. Three weeks later, he found me at a glamorous gala, carrying a tray of champagne, invisible to everyone except him. He whispered my name like he owned it. Like he owned me. And then he gave me a choice: submit to his protection or die at the hands of the enemies who want him dead. Now I'm trapped in his world of billion-dollar deals and blood feuds, of ancient rituals and midnight betrayals. His enemies want me dead. His fiancée wants me gone. His pack watches my every move, waiting for the human to break. But Chuks Remi has no intention of letting me go. He says I belong to him and he will burn down his empire to keep me safe. And when he touches me, when his golden eyes hold mine and his voice drops to that dangerous growl, I almost believe him. "You are not a prisoner, Ify. You are mine. There is a difference." But being his means becoming a target. It means standing at the centre of a war that could destroy everything. It means risking my heart, my life, and the only family I have left for a man who can turn into a monster. The Wolf Knows My Name is a sizzling standalone werewolf romance where billionaires turn into beasts, human women refuse to break, and love is the most dangerous game of all. Perfect for readers who want undeniable chemistry, a possessive Alpha who falls first and falls harder, and a heroine who fights back.

The wine glass shattered before I realized my hand was shaking. Red wine spilled across the marble like blood from a wound I couldn't stop. Four years of marriage. Three hundred and twelve days since my husband last touched me. I counted. I couldn't help it. Then I found the message on his iPad. "My wife is cold. She's like ice. She doesn't want anyone." He told his mistress I was incapable of passion. Incapable of desire. Incapable of being wanted. But he was wrong. I met Daniel Hart in a quiet café on a Thursday afternoon. He had a crooked smile and eyes I couldn't quite name the color of. He looked at me like I was the most interesting person in the room. He didn't see a frozen wife in an appropriate dress. Rather he saw the fire I had spent years burying. The first time he touched me, I forgot how to breathe. The first time he kissed me, I remembered what it felt like to want. The first time he made love to me, I knew I could never go back to the woman I used to be. But my husband kept secrets darker than infidelity. Money laundering. Shell companies. Dangerous criminals who don't care that I'm innocent. They only care that I know too much. Now I'm caught between a marriage that tried to destroy me and a love that's waking me up. Between the frozen woman I was and the woman I'm fighting to become. The wine glass shattered. Then everything else. And I'm not sorry.

She got into a stranger's car in the rain. Now she can't walk away. Mira came to Fletcher's Grove to grieve. Elias has been waiting two hundred years to feel alive again. Their connection is instant. Electric. And totally impossible, he's a vampire with enemies who want him destroyed. When those enemies target Mira, she has to decide: run back to her safe human life, or stay and fight for a love that could last forever. Thirst for You is Book 1 of the Blood and Lavender Series—slow-burn romance. Protective hero. A girl who refuses to be afraid.