Damien Lindberg, the heir to the Lindberg Coven of Warlocks, is stunned to discover that he has fathered a son from a one-night stand, of which he has no recollection. His woman turns out to be young Miranda O'Neill, who is fierce and furious when he turns up in her life, daring to claim her and his son. She is hurt and bitter, for she had searched for him after the exquisite night of love they had shared. And while the two lovers try to fight not only their passions, for there is a deep, unpredictable sexual chemistry between them, they also have to face other threats, sinister and menacing in nature, from within the Coven, from the world of Dragons, and from the murky world of jealous rivals, all of which lurk outside the periphery of their volatile passion, which holds them anchored to each other. Will they finally be with each other and find true love? Or will the forces that want to keep the star-crossed lovers apart, finally win?
The Wolf howled long and loud. He stood at the crest of the hill, overlooking the valley where the dense forest , the tall trees gleamed eerily in the light of the Crimson Moon. He was a large creature, streaked silver and black. His glossy body was bathed in the moonlight, and he howled again, pouring out his grief and his sorrow to the Moon.
Suddenly, a sound disturbed him; the crackling of the twigs underfoot as a little figure burst into the clearing below him suddenly. It was a young woman, little more than a teenager, crashing wildly through the trees. Her long red hair flowed out behind her like a banner, and even as far away as he was, he could sense her terror as she fled. The Wolf narrowed his silver eyes as he watched her, his head swinging to seek the source of her blind terror.
The wild whooping of men as they chased the little figure made him stiffen, his head cocked to the side as he followed their progress.
Three men. And all of them were pursuing one young woman who, even as he watched, stumbled and fell onto a bed of dry leaves.
His gaze sharpened; he knew she could not move, could not flee, as she struggled to her knees helplessly. Yet, even from this distance, he could sense her determination to fight the men.
The Wolf looked back at her, something in her awakening his deep instincts.
*
Cara
I ran blindly in the darkness, guided by the moonlight that could be seen in patches through the thick undergrowth. I was panting, and there was a severe stitch in my side as I shot headlong through the dense woods. My feet hurt; I had lost my shiny new shoes somewhere behind me, but they would have been of no use anyway. The ground was hard, and the small stones made me lose my balance many times. The soles of my feet were torn and bruised, but I kept on running and panting.
I seemed to have tunnel vision, focusing purely on getting away , running from the young men who were chasing me.
The sounds of the youths following me seemed clearer; they were getting closer.
One of them was yelling,
"Where's that f*cking bit*h?'
A loud hoot echoed as one of them began to yell,
"We're coming for you, baby!"
That was Warren.
*
He was the oldest of the group and the one I feared the most with his pale green eyes that stripped your clothes away with his lecherous gaze. His long blonde hair flopped onto his face and most of the girls thought he was hot and a hunk worth dying for.
Not me.
I had disliked him on sight.
His swagger and the way he treated the girls with him, using them like objects to be used and then discarded, had made me see red.
Circulating in student parties, a girl draped over each arm, both of whom he ignored royally as he flirted with the other girls present. Only to touch and grope his girls when he felt like it.
He had probably sensed my dislike. But that had only egged him on and made him want to break me.
He was, after all, one of the elite in the college, the son of old Johnson, who owned half of Smokey Valley, the little university town I stayed at. The nearest city was Holloway, but it was miles away. Smokey Valley was a little kingdom where the Johnson family reigned supreme.
Warren was very aware that he was the scion of the business empire that included the lowly diner my mom worked at and the local newspaper where my stepdad Brian was employed. Perhaps it had been my disdain that had made me seem attractive to him. But something about the fellow made my skin crawl. And the more I tried to avoid him, the more he kept appearing, trying to make me another of his conquests.
'Hey Red!' he would call as I walked past, trying to blend into the background and avoid him.
He kept addressing me as Red because of my flame-coloured curly hair that came down to my waist. I generally braided it or wore it in a messy bun. But he had noticed the shiny tresses I desperately tried to disguise and never forgot to shout out "Red!' to draw attention to my hair.
Knowing that I hated it.
When I glared at him, he pretended to drop dead.
Hooting, "the Green Eyed Monster's in town," his friends and he would double over in laughter as I hurried away, my ears burning.
I had green eyes to go with my flame-coloured hair and a skin tone that coloured at the slightest provocation. And yes, a temper to match. But I was also wise enough to know that I had to keep a lid on my anger when I was around Warren Johnson; he was constantly goading me. And God knows where that would get me!
What I would have done to punch the fellow in the gut, I kept thinking, seething impotently.
But that was not to be.
Warren Johnson was definitely not a young man used to being ignored.
And I was discovering it the hard way tonight.
*
NOW
I fell forward and landed hard on my side. Stifling a cry of pain as something sharp dug into my side, I looked around wildly. The slope of the hill was in semi-darkness but since it was a full moon night, I would be revealed anytime now. I tried to stand up without making a lot of noise but almost shrieked in pain as my foot gave out beneath me. I had probably sprained my ankle during my mad dash through the dark forest, I thought, my heart sinking.
I all but bowed my head, thrusting my fist in my mouth, trying to stifle the sounds as I sobbed.
This was the end.
Why, I asked myself bitterly, Why had I allowed myself to be persuaded to attend the bonfire by Janice Stewart? It wasn't like she was my best friend or something. We just walked to school together sometimes because her mother worked at the same diner as mine.
And I had no friends at school, no one I could spend time with and open my heart to. Janice came closest to that but she was so enamored of the boys.
I knew they called her the Old Bike behind her back because she would eagerly oblige any boy with sexual favours if he happened to so much as look at her. I had overheard the snide remarks by the other girls. Jan had already been knocked up twice before and had got rid of the fetus early enough.
Her poor mother was clueless.
I sometimes felt a surge of pity for her. Poor Janice was desperate to be popular. And she would stop at nothing to make that happen. She had already slept with any boy who wanted her, even when she knew that they were only using her. I felt sorry for her, but there was no way I was going to be like her.
I did not care a hoot for anyone's opinion, especially that of my unpleasant stepfather, who had reduced my mother to a shadow of what she had been before she married him. She had been a laughing, cheerful woman; he had reduced her to a woman who lived in abject terror of him and his preachy sermons. And his fleshy fists.
Mom had been a bright spirit when Dad was alive; his sudden death in an accident had left us destitute, unable to pay the mortgage on the home we had purchased.
Overnight, we were penniless, and when Brian O'Neill had come into our lives, Mom had married him. For stability, for a better life for me, I guessed. How wrong she had been!
*
He behaved the way an outstanding pillar of the church should, in his opinion. Pompous old creep, I thought mutinously. But he would pounce on my mother for every single thing.
'The toast is too crisp, you dumb cow!' or' Do you expect me to eat this, you stupid woman ?' he would yell, flinging the offensive piece of bread at my poor mother, who would stand, trembling and meek, silent, her head bowed.
I did not want to be like her, working my feet off in a diner, too scared to stand up to a monster like Brian O'Neill. it was not as though I had not urged her to leave him. But she would stand, her arms in the soap suds in the kitchen, staring out into thedark night as she mumbled in a dull voice,
"I love him and he loves me too, darling..."
*.
I wanted to study and move out of the small, claustrophobic life at Smokey Valley.
And I was studying hard for a scholarship that would see me make my way to University at Hampton, the large city that beckoned me like a breath of fresh air.
I was going to become a lawyer, and yes, a home baker on the side, for I had inherited my mother's enviable culinary skills and could bake a mean cake!
*
Now, as I lay in the bed of leaves, my fists stuffed in my mouth, I wondered how I had made such a mistake.
"You f*cking WH*RE!" roared Gaston St. Claire, my husband. Bringing his face closer to my terrified one, he snarled, in a lower voice filled with anguish and fury, "So it was true, eh? You were sneaking behind my back, spreading your legs and spreading your legs for other men, huh?' I shook my head, trying to focus, trying to plead, the shock spreading through me slowly. What was he talking about? I had no idea how I had gotten there-to that seedy-looking room-or how I had ended up beneath Stan Cummingham, naked and semi-conscious. Other men? What did he mean? Why didn't he believe me? April and Gaston St. Claire, the Mafia Don, have been wed and blessed with eight children. Their lives have had their fair share of ups and downs. But there's worse awaiting poor April! Bree Hampston, Gaston St. Claire's long-lost sister, turns up! She turns the Mafia Don against his faithful wife... Does she succeed? Or does April finally make a stand?
I moved to kiss him and he captured my mouth, his tongue probing me as I moved blindly, his fingers teasing me. “Please,’ I whispered quivering with need and then I moved as he slid his thick fingers in and out of me, his mouth on mine. Helpless, I came, a mass of nerves and wetness as he carried me to the heights, his fingers playing with me, teasing me. I threw my head back, sobbed and screamed his name as I felt myself shatter into a thousand pieces of myself. With a coarse expletive, sounding like a man who had reached his limit, he raised me slightly and shifted, positioning himself and rammed into me fiercely. I moaned at the suddenness, the force of his thrusts as he rode me mercilessly. Thank goodness I was on the pill now, I thought wildly as he pounded me relentlessly and I cried as I came again. And again. Loving him. Branded by him... * This book is the last of the Mafia Don trilogy but it can be read as a standalone as well. April and Gaston love each other although he is almost twenty years older. Besides steamy, erotic encounters, their marriage is also filled with ups and downs, including two out-of-wedlock children, a kidnapping, killings, and suspected affairs. In this book, Gaston's illegitimate son enters the picture and disrupts their lives yet again. Will these star-crossed lovers survive? or will they separate or worse, will April die?
Gaston St.Claire, the Mafia Don from the previous book is out to get his old enemy, Dmitri. Dmitri has vowed to destroy his family, particularly the woman he loves, his wife April He embarks on a way to kill th mn but in the process, his wife misunderstands him. He turns to his old flame, a woman who is now a noted porn star . April is torn between her love for her husband and he bewilderment at his actions. Meanwhile, Schwartz meets Sophia, whose sister was lured into the porn movie business and has disappeared. The two of them are attracted to each other but Sophia fights the attraction. How things spin out of control involving Gaston and April, Schwartz and Sophia forms the story line.
Melissa is a widow; she is just 22 years old with a two year old son. Her lover , who she had not married, dies of a heart attack. His ex-wife turns up with her fiancé, and throws Melissa out, penniless. The fiancé, Trsitan Lord, is a ruthless advocate, a millionaire as he fights the cases for the Mafia mob. He does not care for anyone’s feelings. When he meets Melissa, he feels a desire to dominate her, a strange attraction towards her. Although she cannot understand the way she feels towards him, Melissa does not respond to his overtures. This makes him angry. Melissa’s mother dies, her father is paralyzed. He has no one except Melissa. Desperate, with a child and her helpless father to look after,, she takes up a job as a dancer at a topless bar run by the Mob. Tristan sees her there and tries to seduce her in his brutal manner. He grabbed her am, pinning her to the wall, his eyes gleaming like hot coals as he growled, ‘You slut…so you can parade your naked body before the men in that room,’ He jerked her to him, forcing her to feel his hard erectness that was pressing against her soft belly. “But you play the innocent with me, eh?’ She pushed against him, futilely, aware that she was getting turned on strangely enough by this large man’s cruel words and his punishing hold on her. His presence, his male musky aroma filled her head. “Take your hands off me,’ she hissed, but for answer, he lowered his head and brought his hard mouth on her soft moist lips, displaying a hunger that seemed to burn both of them as he ravaged her mouth, his body holding her trapped…
‘I had not expected to breed you, little girl.’ He said, his voice emotionless but his eyes were hot with lust,’ You were just a plaything to be used till I tired of you, But there was no way I would let any child of mine grow up as a bastard.’ My breath caught in my throat at the sheer cruelty, the heartlessness of his words. Was that all I had been to him? The young innocent woman and the older, heartless Mafia Boss who cannot have enough of her. A story of desire, a story of lust Above all a story of LOVE.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Feared by many but seen by few, Alpha Dominic Grimstone is a name whispered with trepidation across the world. His reputation for cruelty is legendary, his ferocity and that of his pack the stuff of nightmares. Stories of those who have crossed his path and met their end at his hands are countless. Katarina Nightshade, the Beta's daughter, has led a life of simplicity within her pack. But as the Moon Ball approaches-a gathering of every pack in the United States-an overwhelming sense of dread begins to consume her. What will happen when Katarina is thrust into the arms of the most feared and ruthless Alpha known to mankind? Will she be the one to defy his cruel nature, or will she fall victim to the same fate that has befallen so many before her?
I always thought nobody could hate me more than my own mother – till I met my fated mate... Nobody rejects a fated mate. But mine did. He doesn't want a half breed for a mate. Half wolf, half warlock, I am a disgrace in his eyes. One he doesn't want to be linked to. His rejection crushes me. And is a death sentence. Maybe it's time to leave this town. But the more I try to stay away, the more entangled I get in this pack and with this alpha who despises my very existence. But there is something thrumming under the surface of this usually sleepy town, something dark and vicious. There are too many warlocks in town, another new pack, and I feel like I am being watched. The worst is yet to come, however. When one of the Alpha's mate candidates is found murdered, all eyes turn to me... But the killer left a message, one that only I could understand: "You're next."
After catching her fiance in bed with another woman a few days before their wedding, Emily Waston was devastated and angry. In desperation, she walked into a bar where she had an unforgettable one night stand with a stranger. To her ultimate shock, she discovered the stranger was her fiancé's uncle. And to make the matter worse, she got herself into a tacky situation where she couldn't leave her fiancé's life completely. By working as John's live-in secretary, she began to fall in love with his uncle. And John in particular noticed the closeness between them and began to get jealous and wanted her back. How would Emily handle the desire which the two alpha relatives have for her?
When they met again, Jason cast aside his paranoia and pride, warmly embracing Chelsey. "Please, come back to me?" For three years, she had been his secretary by day and his companion by night. Chelsey had always complied with his requests, like an obedient pet. However, when Jason declared his plans to marry another, she chose to stop loving him and to let go. But life took unexpected turns. His unyielding pursuit, her pregnancy, and her mother's greed gradually pushed her to the brink. Eventually, she endured tremendous suffering. Five years later, when she returned, she was no longer the woman she once was. Yet he had spiraled into five years of chaos.
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!