R18+ Book 1 Emma spent most of her life with that creepy feeling of being 'watched'. Seeing things out of the corner of her eye that weren't QUITE there, having paranormal experiences she pushed way back into her psyche while her mother's family told her she was going to Hell and her father's family whispered that she might have 'the gift'. One evening she couldn't stand it anymore as her hair was gently tousled and the eyes bored into her back, so she angrily demanded to know what the entity that was watching her wanted. To surprisingly receive an answer. From a creature that claims he's her inheritance. A creature that claims he's an Incubus, or maybe something a little more... and that he has a contract that her family set up centuries ago that states she now belongs to him just as much as he belongs to her...
R18+ "They say the eyes are the window to the soul" The creature purrs as its talons dig into my face, tearing out my eye and pulling away half of my face. "But I find the chest is an easier access point"... ------------------------------------------------------ "Enough, enough." I panted, as he continue, but he growled. "Still hungry, My Lady. This or hunting." And his tongue continued to t*****e me until I again was trembling with pleasure. I groaned as he still didn't stop. My body arched and and tried to escape him. He growled and pinned me down. I screamed as my next climax left me trembling so hard I could barely move. Zeev snarled appreciatively. "Should I give you some time to recover?" He asked softly before running his fingers up my torso again. I moaned. How could it be that those slitted eyes that I once found so terrifying, I now found so comforting? A hungry demon tries to devour a girl after being brought to the brink of death himself. Instead of absorbing her soul and body as he intended, her soul somehow rips in half, and now each of them carries half of her soul. They are now two parts of the same being, two bodies, one soul. Connected by a soul that longs to be whole again but is trapped, permanently separated. Hunted by Hell, Heaven and Earth alike, their minds, memories and thoughts keep merging, and worse, their relationship keeps getting more tangled as time goes on. How will they get out of this mess, and do they even want to? Advisory for gore, violence, mature content, language
R18+ A vicious serial killer is on the loose, draining her victims with IV lines slowly to watch them die. But one of her kills is saved by a vampire. A vampire who is determined to seek revenge. Will this turn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse? This is a constantly evolving story, it involves a lot of twists and turns, a manhunt (or woman hunt?), romance, police investigations, blood drinking, some mature content, some violence, pasts that come back to haunt the characters, love, and a crazy amount of fantasy mixed up with some pseudo science. Please be warned that this novel contains themes of past trauma and a***e as character backgrounds. And yes, this is a story about vampires, vampires equal blood l**t which equals s*x. You have been warned.
Sequel to Ungodly Inheritance One is Life. One is Death. But Emma thinks she can be both. While busy juggling her new life as a mother, 'goddess lessons' with Bel, and her promise to visit her mother and sister in the human realm more frequently, Emma has decided to take on a side project. The resurrection of an old enemy, who she will either save, or together they will burn the world down.
"I recognize you, little one. You venture into my kingdom often at night. Do you remember of what you dream?" The voice was mocking, with a hard edge of menace. Disjointed images ran through my head from my dreams. "You should know better than these others of what you face here." Eight feet above the ground a man's face had appeared. He leered, hard eyes and a cruel smile forming from the dark. A heavy foot caused the shadows to scatter at his feet as he stepped forwards. Another step forward and his other leg appeared, along with a beard and short haircut. He swung his newly formed arms wide, shadows still clinging to them in tattered rags. "For the rest of you, allow me to introduce the citizens of my kingdom." He glowered. Most of our group took a step back. "These are you fears, they are your forgotten, they are your dead, they are your Nightmares, and I am their KING!" He proclaimed and the rest of the shadows solidified around his form, creating a loose black shirt, matching pants and a high pointed crown. "Go, find the artifact! Let no man stand in your way." He bellowed to the assembled creatures with a smirk. "And mow these fools down if you must as you go." Sometimes I have nightmares. Sometimes those nightmares are real. Sometimes they're warnings. Fall into a world where anxiety becomes a super power, the main characters are perfectly flawed humans, nightmares are real, and the dead come back for revenge lead by the King of Nightmares