She needs me, because she needs money. I don’t need her. Just her complete submission… Maybel Jacobs is the Wallflower, quiet, shy, socially awkward and hell-bent on hiding even from herself, that is until a chance encounter takes place between us. Instantly she hates me and for good reason. I'm a walking-red-flag. Filthy rich jock, short tempered, and violent. I can have anyone and anything I want.. except her. Little does she know her disgust, anger, and hate for me fuels my obsession to own her, completely in every single way. Maybell resists, predictably... but her fight only makes her more desirable and I have plans that will lead her right into my lap and never want to leave. When she joins the sinful tradition put on by the elite of the town, the Hunt, I’m shocked. The pretty little thing has no idea how much danger she’s in if she decides to become my prey. Sweet, innocent, and fragile like a flower. I'll have to be careful or risk breaking her. Because I’m the ultimate predator and when I play there are no rules. I don’t chase. I capture. And I like to own my bait.

I made one mistake. I fell for the wrong man. Callum Torrio—my best friend’s father. Ruthless billionaire. Mob arms dealer. Twenty years older than me. At sixteen, he was my obsession. At twenty-one, he became my ruin. I told myself to forget him—to bury the hunger and move on. But when our paths cross again, the man I used to dream about looks at me like I’m his next sin to commit. One touch and my world burns. He’s dominant, possessive, and far too used to getting what he wants. And what he wants… is me. He worships and destroys in equal measure, leaving me breathless beneath the weight of his praise. But loving Callum comes with a cost because men like him don’t fall in love. They claim. They corrupt. They never, ever let go.

Zanders Chicago hockey isn’t complete without me—everyone’s favorite player to hate. I know my role, and I play it well. In fact, I thoroughly enjoy spending the majority of my game time in the penalty box before leaving the arena with a new girl on my arm each night. What I don’t like is the new flight attendant on our team’s private plane. She works for me, not the other way around. But I’ll be sure to remind her of that, and I can guarantee, by the end of the season, she’ll be begging to quit her job. But every road trip blurs the lines, and I can’t quite figure out if I keep pushing that flight attendant call button in order to push her buttons or if it’s more than that. Stevie I’ve been a flight attendant for years. I thought I’d see it all, but when my new job lands me onboard working for the most egotistical and self-righteous diva in the NHL, I start to second guess everything. Including the promise I made to myself of never hooking up with an athlete again…no matter how annoyingly tempting he may be. Evan Zanders is unfiltered, unapologetic, and too attractive for his own good. He loves his image, but I hate everything about it. Everything but him.

Fate doesn’t exist. But try telling that to the growling wolf shifter who thinks I’m his mate… This is not my week. Or month. Or year. My now-ex-boyfriend cheating on me with my best friend? I’d get over it eventually. Pretentious chefs who looked down on me because I never went to culinary school while I was raising my little sister? Screw ‘em. Finding out my sister has Lycan wolf DNA and I have hours to get her out of the city before she’s locked away in a government research facility? I definitely didn’t see that one coming. To save my sister’s life, we take off in the middle of the night following cryptic instructions from our late father to what was supposed to be the toxic wastelands. Imagine my surprise when we stumble into a fairy tale civilization of wolf shifters where magic is real and a frustrating, but ruggedly handsome pack enforcer has serious plans for me. The big, bad, and hungry wolf thinks I’m his fated mate and he’s not taking no for an answer. That’s just the icing on the metaphorical cake. But this isn’t some magical bedtime story. Real danger exists in the Cerberus pack. There’s a poison in the ranks. Shifters are leaving. My sister isn’t safe. And a blood-thirsty Alpha murders anyone that challenges him. Which I may--or may not--have accidentally done… Did I mention today is not my day?

Fated Mates: Two characters who are destined to be together. But what happens when you’re rejected by your fated mate? "I, Rennick Fallamhain, Pack Alpha, reject you, Noa Alderwood, as my mate..." I never planned on returning to the pack that exiled me, but life has a way of forcing you to face your ghosts.I’m a shifter without access to her wolf. Latent. A weakness in their mighty ranks. For eight years, I stayed away. I built a life, found a new purpose. But Fate—that conniving b!tch—has me crawling back to the people who cast me out. I’m not sure what I expected to find upon my return, but I can tell you with certainty I never expected him. Rennick Fallamhain. The pack’s new Alpha. One innocent touch has my trapped wolf raging against her chains. Without thought, I’ve opened my big mouth and claimed him as my mate. Right in front of the woman he’s already promised to. Oops. What to Expect: M/F Wolf Shifters Rejected Fated Mate Omegaverse Designations (a/b/o) Mutual Pining/Slow Burn He's technically betrothed to someone else (Political Alliance) Groveling So. Much. Angst.