Olivia and Renee may be twin sisters, but they couldn't be more different, either in looks or in temperament. When Renee is invited to visit twin brothers in another pack, Olivia is forced to come along. Her father insists that she's just there to keep her sister out of trouble, but Olivia suspects her father may have set her up in a two-for-one deal. Renee has always resented having a twin, and she becomes increasingly jealous and hostile, especially when she suspects that not only are the twin brothers interested in her "ugly" sister but so is their cousin, Alpha Josia.
Everywhere it was the same. Disgruntled citizens were trying to start their cars to no avail. A few vehicles seemed to have died right in the street, barely even pulling off the road before they came to a complete stop. There was yelling and screeching from several apartment buildings, all of them crying over the same things. No heat. No hot water. No cellphones. No radio. He could practically feel the collective anxiety and anger rising around him. The little convenience store on the corner was open, with a sign taped to the door that read "CASH ONLY - CREDIT CARD MACHINE IS DOWN." Seth pushed his way in and picked up a package of donuts. Sadly, there was no coffee available here either, so he settled for a chocolate milk out of the cooler. "Hey Gary," he greeted the man behind the counter. "This is some shit, don't you think?" "Sure is," he rubbed a hand over his head as he counted out change to another customer. "I ain't never seen anything like this." "Me neither." I glanced around at the other customers milling around the store. I lowered my voice and leaned closer. "Listen, if people start acting weird, you better lock up and call it a day." Gary nodded. "Gotcha, Seth." Seth reached into his pocket for his wallet, but Gary waved him off. "It's on the house today." "Sure? Ok thanks man. Take care of yourself." I stepped out of the store, wondering if my presence in uniform would help keep people in line, or if I was making them more nervous. They shifted around me uneasily, making the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. When I got to the station, it was absolute chaos. There were dozens of people in the lobby, shouting complaints and demanding answers, while two officers at the desk helplessly tried to calm them. I stepped into the fray. "Hey, everyone stay calm!" I shouted. "There has been a power outage, and as of now, we are ALL completely in the dark. We do not know anything more than you do." The crowd dithered and moved around me like I wasn't even there. "If you are a person of authority, please step forward. Everyone else, please go home!" There was a lot of grumbling, but most of the people made their way toward the door. A couple of people stubbornly stayed, even though I doubted they were anyone important. I didn't recognize their faces. The two officers behind the desk visibly relaxed. "Thanks, man." Officer Lawrence breathed. "That was getting out of hand." "No kidding. What the hell is going on?" "Damned if we know anything," Officer Green said nervously, "The lights went out, and everything stopped working. The generator won't start, the radios aren't working, every phone in the place is dead, including the landlines. Laptops are dark. Cruisers won't start. All the units are dead in the water." I rubbed my hand over my face. "Who is here?" "Only us, McGreary, and a few guys from the night shift that couldn't get home." Lawrence checked his cellphone again, just to confirm that is really was off. "We figure everybody else is stranded at home. You must have walked in, huh?" "Yeah," I rubbed the back of my neck. I pulled the officers farther away from the people who were still milling in the lobby. "This is bad. Really bad. People are already on edge; I can feel it. One good spark, and this whole town is going to go up like a Roman candle." Green shook his head. "So what do we do?" "Who's the senior officer here now?" "I guess that's McGreary." Lawrence said. Lawrence was just a rookie; he'd been on the force less than a year. "Alright, I'm going to go talk to him. In the meantime, stay calm. Be gentle, but firm with everyone." As I was speaking two more women entered the lobby. "Encourage everyone to go home and wait for news there."
LGBTQ I wasn’t going to admit it to anyone, not even to Molly, but I was one of those fangirls. Well, not a girl, but… I don’t know what it was about him. It was as if he was so much larger than life, that he had his own gravitational pull, and I had gotten sucked into it. That was the only explanation I had for my tendency to stare at him all the time. Sometimes, like right now, Jackson would look up like he felt me staring, and meet my eyes. He never said anything, he just stared back at me until I looked away, trying to pretend like I wasn’t a total weirdo. That’s the thing about Jackson. Even though he’s got this bad-boy rep, and he’s all dark and moody, he’s never been mean to me. I’ve never actually seen him be mean to anybody. That’s part of the appeal. He pulled off “Bad Boy” without being an asshole.
"Nina, as part of the treaty negotiations with the Gold Mountain Pack, I have agreed to a marriage alliance. You, Nina Boyton, will marry the Alpha's son, Nolan Pierceson on the next new moon." I felt like someone had punched me, knocked the air out of me. "What? Daddy! How could you??" I whispered in shock. Arranged marriages were an archaic thing of the past. Nobody did that anymore, did they? Daddy looked pained. "I did it for the sake of our pack, Nina. We are a small pack, and since your mother..." he couldn't quite bring himself to say the word "died"..."We are weak and vulnerable. We need the protection of a larger, stronger pack. This political alliance will ensure our safety and our survival." I felt so many emotions whipping through me, I couldn't grab ahold of them. "But... why me?" I had two sisters, one older, and one younger. Janice was smart and strong, one of our best warriors. And the younger, Hannah was the beautiful one. None of us had found our mates, we were all single and available. I was almost sure if the Alpha of Gold Mountain had ever seen the three of us, he would have picked one of them. Not me. I am the most ordinary, non-descript, and insignificant of the Alpha's daughters. --------------------- My father has forced me into an arranged marriage with Nolan Piereson of the Gold Mountain Pack. What could be worse than being forced to marry a complete stranger that you don't love? Turns out, there are a lot of things that are even worse.
*Fall For A Billionaire* Romantic Suspense/Thriller Annie Clarke is a private duty nurse who has been contracted to take care of the enigmatic and anonymous "Mr. Green" after an attack leaves him paralyzed in a wheel chair. Kameron "Green" is a rude, arrogant billionaire, but this sassy nurse will put him in his place. She is determined to heal his heart while she heals his body, but will there be time for love before his enemies take him out of the game?
It was a small family-owned place that had awesome food. It was always crowded with locals, and tonight was no exception. The hostess found us an empty booth near the back and left us with a couple of battered, laminated menus. Gillian took a seat across from me and picked up the menu, she was just scanning the familiar options when her head shot up, and she sniffed. “Do you smell that?” I put my menu down slowly. Hell yeah, I did smell that. There were a ton of smells wafting through the diner, from the guy at the next table who had apparently bathed himself in bad cologne, to the smell of frying meat and French fries. But mingling in with all those scents was the sweet-tart smell of cherries and cherry blossoms. It was faint, yet still, it made my mouth go dry, and my skin prickle with anticipation. I twisted around to inspect the crowd, my heart beating rapidly against my ribs. She was here. Our mate was here.
A group of friends bands together to create a paranormal investigation team in hopes of landing a series on a major network. A representative from the WIC Company approaches them with the opportunity to do an exclusive three-night investigation of their newly aquired property: The notorious Westbane Reformatory School, one of America's most haunted locations. There is an extra reward if the team can discover the whereabouts of a mysterious artifact that may have been lost on the property. Elijah thinks they've finally found their big break, until the lights go out, and the team finds themselves being drawn into the horror of Westbane. The ghost hunters have become the hunted, and not everyone will escape from Westbane alive.
*Taming the Feral Queen is the third book in the Rebel Moon series.* Shift. Shift damnit. Ah, that persistent and annoying voice again. She growled, half aware that she was only growling to herself. When was the last time she had shifted into her human form? Had it been days? Weeks? Wolves didn’t keep time. When you were a wolf, it was always now. Being human, thinking like a human was becoming increasingly tiresome and difficult, and she was forgetting why... why did it matter? Remember, the voice prodded. Remember what? Her vague memories of Hannah the human were distant and disturbing. It was much better to remain as an animal, think as an animal, survive as an animal. Michael Bishop. The growl in her chest grew deeper. The voice would have to bring that name into her mind. Immediately she was flooded with images of his face. So handsome, with thick arched brows over captivating green-hazel eyes, and a big, squarish jaw. Everything about the man had been big. EVERYTHING. Oh yes, she’d seen it all. With a whine she let the memory propel her back into her human form. If her wolf had been small, her human form was downright diminutive. She was hardly bigger than a child. her long red-gold hair was matted and dirty, and her naked body was gleaming pale in the moonlight. She rubbed at her arms, feeling the sudden chill of the night air against her bare skin. It was better to stay a wolf, where she had no need of clothing to keep her warm. She rubbed at her chest, at the constant dull ache behind her sternum. She was getting close, and the closer she got, the more the spot between her small breasts ached. The only way to get rid of the pain was to kill the man. When Michael Bishop was dead, she could go home.
Liam stepped closer to the woman. He could not read her eyes in the flicker of the torch, but he could feel the animosity rolling off from her. “Fine, I don’t need to know your name. I don’t even need to know your crime. I have an offer for you.” Her hands flexed at her sides. “What... could you... possibly... offer me?” She seemed to be having some difficulty speaking, like saying the words took all of her breath. “A full pardon.” Liam said. “You and I walk out of here right now.” She narrowed her eyes. “And what do you want from me?” “Your breasts.’ That took her by surprise. Her body jerked as though he had struck her. She blinked at him and said nothing. “Pardon, madam. Let me be clear. I need your services as a wet nurse to my daughter. One year of service, you walk away a free woman.” Liam felt the need to pace, but he couldn’t safely stretch his legs in the confines of her cell. Her stony silence was making him nervous. “You will live in comfort in the castle. You will be served three meals a day, you will have a private room with a maid, and you will receive a salary as befits a wet-nurse to a Lady.” “So, I will trade ...one prison... for another...” she said with a dry, humorless laugh. He was unaccountably offended by her response. He straightened himself and squared his shoulders. “Well,” Liam refused to beg. He took a step back. “If this is the prison you prefer, madam,” He started to turn as if to leave, though he had no intention of leaving the woman there in the cell. Even if she refused his offer, he wouldn’t leave her in this place. It was not fit for an animal, leave alone a woman. He was not a monster, not intentionally anyway. However, he needed her to agree to the position. His daughter’s life depended on it. “Fine,” the woman croaked, and took a staggering step. “I accept... your offer.”
Book 1 in the Eudora Series Eudora has been living with her abusive, alcoholic uncle for as long as she can remember. She is bullied at school, and rejected in the community. Her only solace is in the woods, where the trees whisper to her and give her strength and comfort. But since she has turned 18 she has been having strange dreams, of an unfamiliar man in the forest. Her dreams turn into reality, when her substitute English teacher walks in to her life.
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