Nell Rivers is an unlucky eighteen-year-old from Compton with an abusive stepfather, an alcoholic adopted mother, and a best friend who died a year ago. When she receives a letter from her birth parents about a magical world called Farnethia, where she is really a magical phoenix destined to help them win a war, she dismisses it as a sick joke. But when she falls into Farnethia in her dreams, it becomes hard to deny. Nell is thrown headfirst into a whole new world. She meets Milo Drexel, the handsome, exiled Dragon Prince of the Realm of Darkness. She meets Archie, her unicorn familiar who claims to be the reincarnation of her best friend. And she meets Sir Kenton Crowley, the right hand to the Queen of Light who the entire world "expects" her to be with. But which destiny should she choose - the path of the Light that is laid out for her, or the other, more complicated path that the handsome Dragon Prince of Darkness has shown her? -- EXCERPT: When he pulls away from me, he keeps his face close to mine. There's a small, devilish smile on his lips as he presses his forehead against mine. “You,” he whispers, chest rising and falling as rapidly as mine, “are fucking incredible.” I’ve never heard him curse before, and it sends tingles of pleasure all the way to my toes. “Wh…” I can barely find control of my vocal chords, I’m so aroused. “What changed?” The devilish expression doesn’t leave his eyes, even when his hands release me. “I lost my ability to resist you.”
“You…” He can barely speak. “You smell…” I know what he smells. I take a step toward him, eyes bright. “Yes?” I ask coyly. “You were…” I take another step. “Yes?” He suddenly explodes, closing the gap between us in half a second and pressing me against the wall behind me so aggressively, my breath catches in my throat. He pins my arms against the wall on either side of me and presses himself into me, digging his hardened bulge against me with a motion that nearly sends my legs buckling out from under me in dazed pleasure. His lips find my neck, and for an instant, I think he means to mark me. I should think about what it would mean for my future, what it would mean for my pack, but in that moment, I don’t care. I want him to mark me. I want to be his, and I want him to be mine. - - - - - Tempest Elianna Crescent, also known as Red, is the Princess of Canis and daughter of the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack. When her father tells her that she is to marry "Prince" Dominic Gibbous, the future Alpha of the rival Gibbous Moon Pack that once ruled, she reluctantly agrees to do her duty to keep the peace. But her eighteenth birthday is looming, and the inner wolf stirring in her desires someone different: Rowan, her family's bodyguard and the future Beta of her pack. Can she force back her desires for the sake of her responsibility, putting her pack before her wolf? What if the Gibbous Pack hasn't relinquished their desire to reclaim the throne? This story is told in alternating first person POV's between Red and Rowan.
*Daily Updates* "Recovery is not a race, but a journey." Two years ago, Joey Bray and Riley Rhodes were inseparable. Bonded by their love of horses, The Beatles, and philosophy, they were seemingly the perfect match. But then Riley's father got sick, and she disappeared. Two years later, when Joey sees her again, she seems to be a different person - popular, sexy, and deeply damaged by something or someone. But can he convince her to let him back into her life? If she does, will the danger surrounding her come to endanger him, too? Told in four parts - two from Joey's POV and two from Riley's - each of which contain their own chunks of chapters. EXCERPT: She sighs and looks directly into my eyes in that way that makes me forget everything I’m thinking and lose touch with reality. “Stop pushing it,” she says. “You need to stop pushing it; it’s only hurting you. You’ve only known me for what, a few weeks?” I refuse to accept her words. “I’ve known you for years.” She shakes her head. “No—that was a different girl.” She swallows. “That was someone else.”
In the small, crime-riddled, d**g-infested town of Dodger, there are two names everyone knows: Fallon Mercury, the heartbreakingly beautiful exotic dancer with a tragic past, and Damon West, her dangerous, abusive, d**g-dealing boyfriend. When Fallon meets Flint, the hopeless romantic of a high school lit teacher who sees the good in people rather than the darkness, she sees a light at the end of the tunnel that she hasn’t been able to see for years. But is it only false hope, or is it the real thing? Alternates between the POV's Fallon and Flint, and occasionally enters the POV's of other characters including Damon. EXCERPT: Every contour of her tanned, toned body begs to be stared at; every inch of her soft skin pleads to be touched; every wave of her dark, glossy hair screams to be tugged at. Her blood-red b*a and panties, lined with silver beads, taunt with the tease of the perfection beneath them. Every step she takes in her bright, silver heels flexes the sharpened muscles of her long legs. Watching her cling to the pole with nothing but her tight, toned thighs as her body spins around it in a flash of red and black forces me to imagine her clinging to me the same way as I make hard, fast, passionate love to her— I shake my head, trying to push these rabid thoughts away. I’m not this man. I’m not the man who imagines plowing the strippers on the dance floor—especially not ones whose selfish actions have upset my students.
Brooke, Kate, Milo, and Jason might seem like typical high schoolers - the hot girl, the loner girl, the tortured musician, and the quarterback. But there's one thing that sets them apart from the rest: Cole West. Cole West is, as Jason puts it, a "psycho." He's maniacally, terrifyingly, frightfully obsessed with Kate, and will do anything to prove his love for her. There's murder on the horizon. The question is, who will pull the trigger? EXCERPT: “What were you doing?” he demands, grip still firm and unyielding on my arms even once we’ve come to a stop. My bad arm is starting to sear with pain, but I don’t mention it. I deserve a little pain. “I got us the apartment,” I point out, dangling the keys for him to see. “Chill out.” “Brooke!” he shouts. “This is ridiculous!” “My name’s Sierra now,” I correct, glaring at him. “It’d probably be smart for you to not shout the name ‘Brooke’ in public anymore.” He groans, running his hand through that perfect head of hair. “This is not okay,” he says desperately. “You’re not okay.” I watch him carefully. His deep eyes are so laced with concern that I wonder why he’s even bothering to hide his feelings for me. Why am I bothering to hide my feelings for him? Who really fucking cares that he broke my heart? Why am I such a drama queen? I’m into him. What’s the big deal? So I grab his face with my hands, press myself against him, and kiss the shit out of him. He backs away from me instinctively, but I step forward with him, locking my fingers into his hair and arching myself against him. For a split second, he yields. I feel one of his hands against my lower back, pressing me even deeper against him, and the other against my cheek, cupping it the way he used to, back when we were so, madly, unbelievably in love, and suddenly I feel alive—not like I did with the apartment owner, but like I did a year and a half ago, back before everything fell apart. He finally gets a hold of himself and shoves me away, but not in time. His breath is ragged, his face haunted, and he’s glaring at me with eyes about twenty times brighter than they had been seconds ago.