Ben Logan wakes up in a strange bed with a stab wound in his chest, but no memory of how he got there or what happened to him. Still, the strangest part of it all is that he can no longer shift or communicate with the wolf that lives inside him. Haunted by a beautiful woman each night, Ben becomes more hopeless while he spends his days as a caretaker for the Order's wealthy elite. After performing some maintenance on his favorite house, he steps out of the Georgia mansion and comes face to face with the woman of his dreams. But when the cruel hand of Fate binds you to the one who damned you, finding your soul mate is a curse. Cursed is the second book in The Immortals Series. In this Dark Fantasy and Paranormal Romance series of stories, you'll meet a cast of broken, but loveable witches, werewolves, and Immortals trying their best to save the world.
"My ass is sore, Thorin. Are we almost there?" A chestnut-haired beauty pressed her hands against her back and stretched away from the pain of four straight days sitting in a wagon.
The dark-haired man beside her rolled his green eyes away from her newest complaint as it lingered in the air of the sultry Louisiana August morning. "Not much longer now, Sweet Girl."
It finally dawned on her that the only scenery they passed so far was farmland, and she sighed as her fat red lips pouted. "Please tell me there's some kind of proper shopping and entertainment here. I don't want to be just sitting around talking to you all day."
The leather straps pulled a little tighter around his fist as he did his best not to snap at his ordinarily pleasant sister. "I understand it isn't easy for a young woman to be stuck out here in the country with nothing to do, but we're in hiding, remember?"
A house came into view through the trees, and he nudged her with his elbow. "We're home."
With a quick yank on the reins, the horse pulled right as he made the turn for the drive, and the weeping willow trees lining the sandy driveway presented them with an old white-washed French Colonial. She gasped and threw her hand dramatically over her chest. "Oh, Thorin!" Her hands clapped together before she pointed at the porch. "Look at that swing! I love it."
Trotting around the driveway circle, the horse came to a stop at the front porch. The dapper gentleman's perfectly combed hair fell over his eyes as he jumped down from the seat, and he gave his curly locks a push back with his hands before he gave one to Imara. "Go on in and air the place out."
Little clouds of dust puffed from her skirt as her hands patted it down, and her eyes darted around the old house. "Yes, sir, this will do fine."
It took a few slaps of her palm against the key to make the lock click, but eventually, the door popped open. The stench of the dusty old house that was closed up too long poured from the door, and Imara coughed as she swatted it away. "Lord have mercy! Thorin, can you bring me my bag, please? It needs a proper saging; this place is full of spirits."
After he chuckled at her childish fears, he leaned across the buggy and grabbed her bag from the floor. "We're witches, for Pete's sake!"
The horse pulling down the drive whinnied, and Thorin narrowed his eyes to the wagon leaving a trail of dust in its wake. He jogged up the stairs and tossed her bag into her arms. "Here you go." His hands rested on his hips as he smiled and inched away. "Now, when you're all done chasing away the boogedyman, can you come out and help us with the crates and bags? They're coming down the road now."
The back of her hand waved him off as she crossed over the threshold and glanced around the foyer. "I won't be long."
With a snap of her fingers, the bundle of sage she pulled from her bag smoked, and she waved it around the rooms as she passed through each one, peeking through one eye while she navigated her way through the house. "Begone, you all. You don't live here anymore."
Thorin was waiting for her with the sheets he'd removed from the furniture in his arms when she rounded the corner. "So, what are your thoughts?"
Her slightly upturned nose wrinkled as she nodded. "I got a good feeling; better things are coming for us."
The giant of a human wearing denim overalls carried a trunk through the door on his shoulder like a bag of feathers. "Where should I put this?"
Imara nodded her head to the other side of the foyer and waved her hand. "The kitchen's this way."
The scuffs of her soft leather shoes across the wooden floor got Shaw's attention, and he glanced up to see her smiling up at him as she inched backward. "What do you think, Shaw?"
He set the trunk on the floor as the thin, blonde butler squeezed around him and laid a crate on the table. His red handkerchief blotted the sweat off his bald head, and he shrugged. "Not a lot of neighbors; seems safe enough. You like it?"
Little hands came together at her chin as if she were praying he'd say yes. "I do. Maybe we could stay here a while this time."
A smirk and a hot puff of air shot from his mouth as he wiped his neck and wagged his finger. "Don't go falling in love with this place. This is the third time we've moved this year."
She slumped into a chair with a sigh and puckered her lips in disappointment. "Who's going to come looking for us out here in the boondocks?"
His massive hand wrapped around her chin as he lifted it to meet his eyes when he bent down. "Things are safe when I say they are."
A plump woman with fiery orange hair set down a stack of dishes on the sideboard and shoved her fists on her hips as she narrowed her eyes at the two of them. "Are you going to help me? We have deliveries coming and nowhere to put them."
"Yes, Miss Sofia." Imara tucked her hair behind her ear and stepped out the side door to meet Thomas with a box ready to hand her.
His blue eyes met her green ones, and he gave her a disapproving shake of his head. "You're far too old to have Shaw dictating your life to you. You should be off having your own adventures."
She pulled the box against her chest and scoffed at the thought of it. "They treat me like a child."
Shaw jerked another trunk from the wagon with the grit of his teeth and placed it on his shoulder. "Stop flapping your gums and move your ass."
The Englishman pushed his curly blonde hair back on his head and pointed at Shaw. "You're not her father or any kind of relative at all. It isn't your place to talk to her that way."
It wasn't the first time someone reminded him of his family role, but Shaw didn't care what anyone thought. "I've been watching over her since the day she was born. I'm as much her father as anyone."
The blast of increasingly brutal summer heat slapped Imara's face as she returned outside the kitchen door, where Thorin was inspecting the home. With his arms crossed, Shaw shook his head and inched away from the limb sticking out of the roof. "We're going to need a few workers. Someone has to climb up there, and I'm sure as hell not doing it."
A throaty cackle came from the handsome old witch as he grabbed the hulk's arm for support when he bent over laughing. "I never thought I'd live to see the day!" He sighed and wiped the tears from his eyes as he tried to compose himself. "A giant ass man like you afraid of heights."
He nearly fell when Shaw shoved his hand into his arm and pushed him away. "Shut up, asshole!"
The beating of hooves on the ground made Imara cup her hand over her eyes to shield them from the sun as she peeked down the driveway. A wagon with a lone rider stopped in front of them, and the black-haired driver hopped down from the carriage when he saw her standing there. "It's you."
After being betrayed by her coven, a young Tessa Mason barely escapes Savannah with her life. With a price on her head, the witch goes into hiding for ten years with her twin brother and her ancient guardian. Once all her enemies have been eliminated, Tessa accepts an invitation to study under the greatest potion maker in the world. When she arrives in England ready to get on with her life, she is confronted by the son of the man who killed her parents… her first Fated mate. Sparks fly between these star crossed lovers as Rafik tries his best to make amends to Tessa. Unfortunately, Tessa isn't the only one who wants Rafik to pay for the sins of his past and there is danger lurking behind every corner. Queen of Ruin is Book Three of the Immortals Series
Seeking out a mysterious woman who came to him in a vision, Daniel Darke is transported to the Realm of supernatural creatures. Despite being one of Earth's most dreaded warlocks, he is welcomed into the North Woods as a trusted friend and protector. But as he becomes closer to Rosemary, memories from other lives come rushing back to him and he realizes that they have met before. With all the memories and visions of things to come laid out before him like the pages of a book, the Darke King readies for the return of an ancient enemy. But it is a man from Rosemary's past that he needs to be on alert for. The Darke King is the first book in The Immortals Series. In this Dark Fantasy and Paranormal Romance series of stories, you'll meet a cast of broken, but loveable witches, werewolves, and Immortals trying their best to save the world.
Elodie took a deep breath and knocked, the sound echoing in the quiet corridor. A moment of silence passed, broken only by the pounding of her heart. Finally, the door snicked open, revealing a surprised Dashiell. 'Can't you see the Do Not Disturb sign? We don't want-' His initial frown quickly morphed into confusion at the sight of his wife. 'What are you doing here?' he demanded. 'Your girlfriend invited me,' Elodie replied, her voice laced with icy calm. She tried to peer past him, but his broad frame blocked the view. A saccharine voice chimed in from within the room. 'Elodie? Oh dear, we didn't mean for you to find out this way. It's just that-' Elodie cut her short. 'Oh please, Selene. Spare me the fake apologies. You wouldn't have sent me all those texts if you didn't want me to know.' Dashiell shifted uncomfortably, his face a mask of annoyance. 'What texts?' Elodie stepped past him, taking in the luxurious suite with a sardonic smile. The king-sized bed, the scattered rose petals, the lingering scent of sex – it all painted a vivid picture of their betrayal. She looked up at Dashiell, her gaze unwavering. 'I want a divorce.' ****** Dashiell lived a life of luxury, surrounded by the best things money could buy. But when a car accident left him vulnerable, he met Elodie, a seemingly ordinary woman who nursed him back to health. Mistaking her for just another employee, Dashiell entered into a loveless marriage with her solely for convenience. However, fate had a different script in store. Elodie, the 'ordinary nurse,' held a secret more precious than any diamond: she was the sole heiress to Northstar, a vast and powerful enterprise. Unaware of her true identity, Dashiell cast her aside when his ex-girlfriend returned, leaving Elodie humiliated. But Elodie was not one to be easily broken. She shed the facade of the meek nurse, reclaiming her rightful inheritance and stepping into the role of Northstar's CEO. Now, the woman Dashiell discarded was the one holding the reins of power. As Elodie thrives in her new role, Dashiell is consumed by regret. He finally sees Elodie for the extraordinary woman she truly is, realising the depth of his mistake. But will his remorse be enough to win back the heart he so carelessly discarded?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
"Please trust me, I didn't do anything." "I don't believe you. I am rejecting you as my Queen and giving you the punishment of death." Alina was living outside her pack for five years. Her parents didn't try to contact her and always ignored her. Her best friend convinced her to go back to their pack and she agreed. But she had never imagined what was waiting there for her. She never thought she would meet her mate and had to face betrayal from everywhere. She had to pay for the crime which she never committed. Aaron Robertson is the king of Lycans. He is a very dominant and powerful King who not only rules Lycans but also rules other ranks of werewolves. Everyone is afraid of Lycans and he is the king of them. But who knew that he would get a mate who was just a simple Omega with no powers and strengths? He called her weak all the time but little did he know that his weak Omega would give him the biggest betrayal of his life for which he had to give her the sentence of death.
There was only one man in Raegan's heart, and it was Mitchel. In the second year of her marriage to him, she got pregnant. Raegan's joy knew no bounds. But before she could break the news to her husband, he served her divorce papers because he wanted to marry his first love. After an accident, Raegan lay in the pool of her own blood and called out to Mitchel for help. Unfortunately, he left with his first love in his arms. Raegan escaped death by the whiskers. Afterward, she decided to get her life back on track. Her name was everywhere years later. Mitchel became very uncomfortable. For some reason, he began to miss her. His heart ached when he saw her all smiles with another man. He crashed her wedding and fell to his knees while she was at the altar. With bloodshot eyes, he queried, "I thought you said your love for me is unbreakable? How come you are getting married to someone else? Come back to me!"
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You're not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She stared at me in the mirror. "You can't even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?" Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.