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Excerpt - Coming to amazon soon!Humanity was not a term to be used loosely. Once lost, it is believed to never be attainable again. Vieri knew this all too well. She had firsthand experience at feeling yourself slip away until you didn't much care what was left of the person you used to be. Nor for it to be replaced with darkness thick enough to welcome all your demons home.Without the other half of her soul, her fated, she never stood a chance. Blood lust fueled her every waking moment and the bodies of her growing hunger were noticeably piling up. There was only one man that could save her from herself, but was he going to be too late?If ever there was an Alpha that felt out of place in his own damn skin, it was Rainier Delmont. His glamour of confidence was strong and the pack of Nightshade might have been fooled by his dominance, but the Alpha, the man himself, knew better.Enter a vampire with an itchy fang and he might be forced to defend his territory against the very female meant to be his future.…

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SHE IS THE UNSEEN LADY...Lady Farrah Ainsworth was born a cretin. Hidden from society under the guise of a serious illness, she had never found anywhere she truly belonged. Having always done her part to protect her family name and the position it afforded them, everything changes when the man she had secretly been in love with finally takes notice of her existence. Suddenly, Farrah must face her most difficult choice yet - follow her heart or obey her father's wishes and remain in the dark. HE IS LONDON'S MOST NOTORIOUS RAKE...Lord Carlisle Thornton, fifth Duke of Devonshire, has no desire to join the marriage mart and abide some naïve chit's expectations of his undying love and fidelity. He has never doubted the man society had labeled him. That is, until a chance encounter with the Ainsworth's sickly daughter that ignites his very soul. Now, Carlisle would do anything to prove himself redeemed and become the man she deserves. SECRETS AND MYSTERY...Could Farrah trust the man she had given her heart to all those years ago - trust him with the secret of what she really was? Or would her yearning for the light ultimately spell her doom?…

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'He would be a good breeding male with his pretty red blood. So pretty, pretty...'Xeria was a siren with a voice as magical as it was deadly. Banished from her pod, she laid claim to a territory all her own - a territory murky with death. Where she enticed sailors from their vessels, and every new mast to appear on the horizon suffered the same tragic fate.But all was well in her world of luring and feasting.Until him.Finnegan Devereaux, a pirate Captain intent on vengeance and treasure - and on escape. For the prospect to succeed to the earldom lay waiting, and it was not to be thwarted by a finned wench set on blood and breeding.No matter how ensnared he was of her song.With new instincts aroused it soon becomes clear that a bond forged, however involuntarily, was a bond to be heeded.…

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Being Rewritten.Night time for Emma Cross meant a constant roller coaster of visions, both past and future. The lines between dreams and reality were starting to blur and her future was looking more than a little bleak. Four padded walls and straitjacket bleak. She was sick of it. Done with therapy, mental institutions and being so heavily medicated that she resembled something from the zombie apocalypse. She was giving this new psychiatric hospital the boot and getting the hell out of dodge. Escaping the loony bin was the least of her problems. Especially since the creatures in her head were suddenly taking on a very convincing form of flesh and fur. Her crazy was about to get even crazier. Marcus was the Beta of the Nightshade pack. He was tech savvy and street smart, but he had the tact of a fossilized fish. How was he supposed to handle a mate of his own, especially given that the female was human?Warning: Rape scene - not for sensitive readers…

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Maeveen had always known there was something very wrong with her. Felt it like an ache deep in her bones for as long as she could remember. She knew it had to be something more than her hair turning silver and falling in tufts from her scalp. More than the cancer that was deteriorating her flesh and twisting her insides with sharp stabs. Not that it mattered. With only a few weeks left to live, she'd shoved the madness to the furthest recesses of her mind and made her peace with death. She didn't need saving, didn't particularly want it either. Especially not from an oversized brute with an Alpha complex. She was dying, damn it, and she wasn't going to waste what little time she had left with this 'Me Tarzan, you Jane' bullshit. Draven was a lycan, a bitten, and although human males cowered from his presence and females swooned at his feet, there was no lower ranking in lycan hierarchy to be had. The bitten were a blight on the pureblood royal name and had been cast in shadow since the rule of the Barbaric King. He had no place among those born to his kind and was finally starting to come to terms with his solitary city existence. That is, until a cruel twist of fate gifts him a dying female and a bond that could crush his mind with its loss. But he was nothing if not adamant. He would gather her close and fight her demons right alongside her. She had a stubborn mouth and a wail so piercing it could shatter glass, but she was his and he'd be damned if he'd let her die after so long of having no one to call his own.…

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Paranormal Mature Short Stories based on love and loss, blood, lust and bone. This is where I'll be posting random writings, incomplete stories that never quite made it and stories that might still stand a chance. Content will contain shifters, vampires, ghosts, witches and many more.…