Even in the fluorescent lighting of the girl's bathroom, he looks stunning. How annoying. “Um, this is the girl’s bathroom.” I snap making sure to keep my tone as sharp as broken glass. “You’re trespassing.” “Fuck that, listen to me.” He snarls taking a step towards me. The action should frighten me but frankly, it just excites me. “No. You listen to me.” I take a step towards him, so close there was a hair's width between us. I glared up at him through thick long lashes. “There’s nothing between us, haven’t I made that explicitly clear.” “He’s no good for you.” Neither are you, I want to say, otherwise, you would kiss me. He seems to read my mind yellow gaze flickering to my lips and then back to my eyes. His lips crash against mine and my toes curl in my shoes, I tug him closer. He pushes me back raises me onto the sink and I wrap my legs around his torso. He pulls back only to breathe. Our loud pants fill my ears as I stare hungrily at those sweet sweet lips. “Does that seem like nothing to you?”

“And who said you could leave,” His gruff voice sent a delicious chill up my spine. My breath came in short huffs as he leaned in closer to me using his forearm to pin me and keep the door shut. “Little mate.” He was beautiful in a soft way that I wasn’t familiar with. His cheekbones were high, his jaw angular, his nose straight and unbroken his skin was pale. Silver hair, still damp from the snow, curled around his brow and I itched to run my hands through it. My gaze flickered to his dark hungry eyes and an emotion flashed through them before he growled a low guttural sound coming from the back of his throat. “Well?” I flinched. Coming out of whatever trance I was in I suddenly remembered why I’d been so ready to get as far away from the man in front of me. A fire flourished in my chest and filled my veins. Glaring at him through my long lashes I shoved at his chest harshly, hating his Lycan genes when he didn’t even move an inch. Still, I shoved him again. He rolled his eyes at my effort to get him to budge and, if anything, just moved closer. “I’m leaving,” I growled at him. “Get out of my way.” “No.”

Zero is a trained mercenary with a bad habit of stabbing first and thinking later. So when a mysterious woman appears in the alley behind The Fox & Flask with a job offer, Zero does what any sensible person would do: dives in head first. What begins as a straightforward hit on a sleazy official quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. And when Zero finds herself in bed with the very prince she's been hired to kill—the infamous Reaper—she makes a rather impulsive decision. She tells him everything. Now, with a fake identity and a place within the imperial palace, Zero must uncover who ordered the hit and why. Between political schemes, a royal family with a murderous streak, and a prince who might be even more dangerous than the rumors suggest, her mission becomes increasingly complicated. Especially when she starts getting closer to the very man she's supposed to be protecting. Can Zero uncover the truth and keep the prince alive, or will she find herself caught in a deadly game where the next mistake could be her last?

Taken from her rival pack, Elodie becomes a prisoner of the wolves everyone fears, and the reluctant responsibility of Dominic, their Alpha’s ruthless second-in-command. He’s supposed to see her as an enemy. She’s meant to fear him. Instead, the longer they’re forced into each other’s orbit, the harder it becomes to maintain the boundaries between captor and captive. Dominic teaches Elodie how to survive in his world, while she slowly discovers there’s more beneath his brutal exterior than she ever expected. But with tensions between their packs escalating and both sides determined to use Elodie for their own purposes, trust becomes dangerous. Dominic has sworn to protect his pack but, Elodie may be the one enemy he can’t bring himself to lose.

Eyes like gems peered from the balcony out into the driveway of the Moore Manor. It seemed the entire town had petitioned to attend the masquerade ball and by the minute hordes of people could be seen entering. For the first time in years the curtains were drawn and light shone out from within the Manor. What soul could resist the temptation of setting foot in the once desolate structure, revived merely by the efforts of a few. “Are the preparations complete?” She asked without turning, she didn’t need to turn to know he was there. He was always there. “Yes, madam.” From her perch the masked girl watched as her extended family entered an air of arrogance about all of them. A delightful smirk slipped onto her lips, “Let's go.” ---- Moore Manor had once been known as the haunted house of Crestview, but now it's doors and blood will stain its walls once again.

His world was bland and colorless before that hand grabbed hold of his and led him out of the darkness. For the first time, Elliot wants something more than his mother's acid, more than the alley that rests behind the place he calls home. For the first time, Elliot wants light.