Rosalynd Reid was just an ordinary young woman from LA. Or at least she thought she was, until one fateful day when, forced from her home by her mother's betrayal, she leaves LA, heading north to the refuge of California's redwood coast. During her journey she encounters surprises she never expects and potential love in the arms of a young alpha. Things get even more complicated when, on her 23rd birthday, a birthday blessing turns surprisingly magical. She is a real witch with real powers that had been waiting for the right time to awaken. In her great need, the universe sends her a new home and companion, a secret billionaire leprechaun hiding in the woods of Arcata. And if that wasn't enough, her arrogant but alluring literature professor turns out to be the leader of the local coven. This man who irritates her in all the wrong ways brings her into the world of witchcraft where she soon learns she is the focal piece in a long brewing war between the three factions--wolf, witch, and fae. Because lurking in the shadows is another secret, one that spans generations... Will Rosalynd find true happiness in the arms of one of her lovers, or will the past come back to haunt her and destroy everything she has created?
[Rosalynd]
"ROSALYND!!!!" Gary, the director of "Evenings with Enchantra," bellows from across the room, like a flatulent walrus, his jowls flapping.
"Sir?" I respond meekly as I trip clumsily over my own feet, catching a vase full of artificial flowers. Not that I had to worry about it breaking. Everything is plastic: designed to look appealing but containing no substance.
"I don't care what you have to do," he spat in my face, chunks of half-chewed donut landing on the lenses of my practical, yet stylish, glasses. "We cannot delay the filming any longer. Enchantra needs to be on set in 15 minutes or I'll find someone younger to replace her."
I don't deserve this abuse, but as my mom's assistant, this kind of thing happens almost daily.
"We need to get this Halloween special filmed and edited by the end of this week!" Gary reminds me as I march down the hall.
"Yes, Sir!" I salute giving him a backward wave as I leave the room.
"If she isn't here and ready to go, tell her we're through!"
I have no idea how I am going to get her ready in time. She tends to be extra dramatic on filming day, Her natural tendency towards procrastination is enhanced by stress-induced anxiety, she is a nightmare to be around. Like a cyclone, she creates disaster as she moves through a room, causing havoc in her wake.
`The last time she was late it was because her latest "plaything" had dumped her. She was depressed and despondent, crying off her makeup, her face red and blotchy. We lost half a day of filming to her foul mood. This time, who knows what it could be? Maybe they put the wrong color M&Ms in her dressing room again. She threw a fit the last time she got a mixed-color bag instead of her preferred green.
"The green ones are an aphrodisiac," my mother had explained. "Everyone knows that."
Everything Enchantra did had to be either "dramatic" or "sexy." She didn't do "boring" or "basic."
Except for having me. A plain, boring, shy daughter with nothing remarkable about her.
My entire life, my mother has made sure to remind me that I am the most "basic" thing she has ever created.
As I walk down the hall, I pull my phone out of the leather satchel which I wear strapped across my chest. I flip through my text messages, hoping to see something from my sometimes boyfriend, Hunter. Lately, I've gotten the feeling that he might be trying to break up with me. I'm a bit hurt, but not entirely surprised. Boys never stayed interested in me for very long. They were often disappointed that the daughter of The Enchantra Grey was, well...me. Hunter, like all of the others before him, probably realized he could do so much better.
I have noticed that recently, everything has changed between us. No more cute "just because" text messages. No more surprise flowers. We've only gone on two dates in the last two months, and each time he'd drop me back off at my house, he would tell me he needed to rush off to rehearse with his band. I know that keeping a relationship alive when both parties seem to be overwhelmed can be difficult, but I have been willing to do whatever is needed to make it work. I even took time off from school to help his band with food runs, only to have him get mad one night when I stopped by with dinner for everyone. He told me that I was "embarrassing him" and being "smothering" and that as a couple we needed to spend some time apart because he "needed more space" to focus on his music.
I know what that means.
I close my phone, sighing as I reach the end of the hallway. An oversized gold star adorns the red door of my mother's dressing room, "Enchantra Grey" written across it in a bold, cursive font. As I lift my hand to knock, I stop. Coming from behind the door, I hear the rapid breathing and moaning of two people in the middle of a carnal act.
Not again.
Taking a deep breath to steady myself, I bang on the door. "Mother!! You need to be on set in 15 minutes!"
The moaning in the background started to grow louder, as if tuning me out was turning her on.
"Enchantra!!" I shout again, banging harder. "You need to finish up, NOW, or you're going to lose your job!".
I stood outside her room for another 5 minutes before the banging and moaning stopped. A minute later, my mom opened her door a crack, her dyed red curls hanging over her face in disarray.
"Oh, you're still here" She giggles. I don't know why, nothing about this situation is amusing.
"Gary wants you on stage..." I look down at my watch, "...in 10 minutes."
Her brightly-colored patterned silk robe barely covers her engorged breasts, even with her hand holding it shut. I can easily see the outline of her stimulated nipples pressing taut across the fabric.
Behind her, a hand reaches around to grab her at her crotch playfully. "Stop it!" she slaps his hand with a friendly swat, giggling again.
Pinching my nose and closing my eyes behind my glasses I try to erase what I just saw from my memory.
"Tell Gary I'll be in makeup in 5 minutes" Her face turned away, all attention on the person behind her. "Now shoo" she dismisses me with a wave of her hand before slamming the door in my face.
"Fine," I say under my breath.
I turn and begin to head back up the hallway when I hear a masculine chuckle followed by, "Is she gone, babe?"
I stand frozen in place, my heartbeat loud and fast in my ears.
I'd know that rough-edged voice anywhere.
I'm not usually the jealous type, but something began to burn inside me. Turning around and knocking on the door again, I get no response other than increasing moans. Taking another deep breath I do something I promised myself I'd never do again. I pull out my key and unlock the door.
Inside my mother is lying on top of her makeup table, its contents spread all over the floor in a fit of passion, her legs in the air in a wide V shape. Between her legs is a young man eating her out like she is the most delicious fish taco he has ever tasted.
"Oh god, babe, your pussy tastes so good!" The young man says before going down again. She grabs a fistful of his bleach-blond hair in response. My cheeks are flushed red with both embarrassment and anger. She begins pulling his head up and down, controlling the movement of his tongue as it moves in and out of her slit.
Unable to watch anymore, I rush outside of the room, slamming the door.
Trying not to vomit, I removed Hunter's contact number from my phone.
And then I began to run.
Carnelia Majere, the dragon queen who was once a nameless human, has never faced a challenge half as dangerous or cruel as this one. When her children become ill, she begs aid from her enemies only to discover that her dead husband, Primus Majere, Dragon King of Luxandra, is alive and imprisoned. Determined to do whatever it takes to free him, she will forge unlikely alliances and battle new monsters as she fights to reclaim her dragon prince. BOOK 2 in the DRAGON PRINCE SAGA.
This is the story of Millicent Walker, a mysterious orphan who arrived in the small coastal town of Crimson mute, nameless, and with no memory of her life before. Hired out by the orphanage to pay for her room and board, her strange appearance and mannerisms lead her to be seen as a freak. To many, she was seen as having less value than the rags she used to clean the floors. When a blight comes to Crimson, the dragon demands a virgin "of marriageable age" as a sacrifice in exchange for his assistance. Seen as strange, even cursed, Millicent was an easy choice for the sacrifice. Loved and wanted by no one, there was nobody to fight for her when they chained her to the cart and left her at the base of the hill to be defiled or devoured. Little did they know, her sacrifice would be their biggest mistake.
Five years ago, he upped and left his wife without informing her. He had always felt unworthy. As a result, he decided to go and become a better man. It took him five whole years of daily hard work. When he was satisfied, he returned as a powerful and honorable man. He intended to start a family with his wife. But he got back to meet the greatest shocker of his life. He actually had a daughter!
Rena got into an entanglement with a big shot when she was drunk one night. She needed Waylen's help while he was drawn to her youthful beauty. As such, what was supposed to be a one-night stand progressed into something serious. All was well until Rena discovered that Waylen's heart belonged to another woman. When his first love returned, he stopped coming home, leaving Rena all alone for many nights. She put up with it until she received a check and farewell note one day. Contrary to how Waylen expected her to react, Rena had a smile on her face as she bid him farewell. "It was fun while it lasted, Waylen. May our paths never cross. Have a nice life." But as fate would have it, their paths crossed again. This time, Rena had another man by her side. Waylen's eyes burned with jealousy. He spat, "How the hell did you move on? I thought you loved only me!" "Keyword, loved!" Rena flipped her hair back and retorted, "There are plenty of fish in the sea, Waylen. Besides, you were the one who asked for a breakup. Now, if you want to date me, you have to wait in line." The next day, Rena received a credit alert of billions and a diamond ring. Waylen appeared again, got down on one knee, and uttered, "May I cut in line, Rena? I still want you."
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”
In their three years of marriage, Chelsea had been a dutiful wife to Edmund. She used to think that her love and care would someday melt Edmund's cold heart, but she was wrong. Finally, she couldn't take the disappointment any longer and chose to end the marriage. Edmund had always thought that his wife was just boring and dull. So it was shocking when Chelsea suddenly threw divorce papers at his face in front of everyone at the Nelson Group's anniversary party. How humiliating! After that, everyone thought that the formerly-married couple would never see each other again, even Chelsea. Once again, she thought wrong. Sometime later, at an award ceremony, Chelsea went onstage to accept the award for best screenplay. Her ex-husband, Edmund, was the one presenting the award to her. As he handed her the trophy, he suddenly reached for her hand and pleaded humbly in front of the audience, "Chelsea, I'm sorry I didn't cherish you before. Could you please give me another chance?" Chelsea looked at him indifferently. "I'm sorry, Mr. Nelson. My only concern now is my business." Edmund's heart was shattered into a million pieces. "Chelsea, I really can't live without you." But his ex-wife just walked away. Wasn't it better for her to just concentrate on her career? Men would only distract her—especially her ex-husband.
For three years, I waited to become the perfect Luna for my pack, to give the Alpha an heir. Three years of lies, of being the outsider in someone else's love story. Three years of grieving the loss of my baby and plotting revenge against the man who disfigured my face and ruined my womb. I had two choices: die at the hands of my own pack or escape and survive. I chose to hide and live. The Lycan King, Fenrir Lycros-the most bloodthirsty, ruthless ruler to ever lead the werewolves with an iron fist-made me his personal maid. It was the most dangerous role I could have, where even the slightest mistake could cost me my life. But no one from my past would think to look for me here. "Always be submissive, don't speak unless spoken to, don't listen, don't see anything, don't disturb the Lycan or you will die," were the simple rules I followed. I thought I was doing well-until one day, the King made me an offer I couldn't refuse. "Do you want me to save those people? Then give yourself to me tonight. Be my woman. I desire you, and I know you feel the same. Just once, Raven, only once..." But it wasn't just once. Passion turned into something deeper, something neither of us could deny. That cold, untamable man had somehow conquered my heart as well. However, when the past returned to haunt me and the truth about my birth came to light, I faced another choice: run from the Lycan King or wait for his mercy. "I'm sorry, but this time, I won't lose my pups again-not even for you, Fenrir Lycros."