Novels by Chanel L. Faye

The grand and opulent hall of the Angolan ambassador’s mansion was adorned with elegant chandeliers, sparkling with crystal ornaments. Draping’s of luxurious fabrics lined the walls, displaying the Angolan flag and rich cultural tapestries. Dazzlingly dressed guests filled the room, their designer gowns and tuxedos a sight to behold. Natalie stood at the entrance of the hall with her father. The white gold of her father’s Patek Philippe wristwatch glistened under the chandeliers as he held out his elbow for her to hold. Natalie thanked him with a timid smile. Her father knew she loathed attending these events filled with pretentious people, but business deals closed at galas and parties of aristocrats. The scent of expensive perfume and cologne mingled with the aroma of gourmet food and champagne as they strode down the hall to the ballroom. Palmer walked a few feet behind them, looking wickedly handsome in his black suit, a discreet earpiece tucked behind his wavy

The pool stretched across the entire penthouse floor, its crystal blue waters now a subdued blue, with a silvery golden glow from the moonlight and the penthouse lights. From its vantage point, the stunning Manhattan skyline can be seen in all its glory, with towering buildings and crowded streets all in view.Natalie dipped her fingers into the pool, the temperature-controlled water warm to the touch, as ripples created by her friends in the pool splashed against the edge of the pool.“Get in girlie,” Aniyah said, leaning on the edge of the pool, her strong legs kicking the surface of the water. Her hair was in a high ponytail, but wasps of wet hair curled on the nape of her neck.Natalie sat on the edge of the pool and dipped her legs. “Nah huh, gurl, I just had my hair done.” She brushed back her long straight hair and stuck her tongue out jokingly at her friend.Makayla swum to them, hoisting herself off the pool and sat next to Natalie. “Girl, you do look hot in that bikini.” She

“Are you two together now?” Mark asked, glancing at Palmer. They were in the SUV driving to Global Security’s Brooklyn office. Isaiah had requested a meeting with them.Natalie was at her office with Mateo, another bodyguard with Global Security. Palmer knew that she was safe, but he was eager to go back to her. The frightened expression that she had when he kicked down the door to that dirty room that she was kept in, was seared in his mind.Scratching his stubble that was quickly turning into a beard, he contemplated what he was going to say to Mark.“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Palmer said.Mark rolled his eyes, his hands swiftly turning the steering wheel. “I’m not stupid. I’ve seen how y’all act around each other.”Palmer just grunted and glanced outside the window at the passing scenery of the Brooklyn Bridge.“Look, I won’t say anything to Isaiah, but I would like to know what’s going on since I’m your partner in this protection assignment.”“Alright. Geez, you ne

Natalie kicked off her high heels by her apartment door while Palmer did the security checks in the apartment.She only moved away from the door when he returned and muttered “clear” to her.Huffing, she stomped to the kitchen. “Can you believe the gall of that guy?” she scoffed.“What guy?” Palmer asked nonchalantly.She gave him an irritated look. “Aaden! Him asking me to be his second wife? As if I can be second to anybody.” She opened the wine fridge and pulled out a white wine bottle. Popping the cork, she poured it into a wine glass and took a large gulp. Palmer stood near the kitchen counter, he’s arms loosely crossed in a relaxed manner, but the tense muscles across his chest and arms gave away that he was anything but relaxed.“If he had said that he’ll leave his wife, would you have gone with him?” Palmer asked, the crossed arms tightening with the question.Natalie couldn’t help but give a gape of astonishment at his words. “No! He had his chance the first time, but instead

Mark opened the door of the black SUV and Natalie smiled at him in a ‘thank you’ manner. Her eyes peeked up to see Palmer already standing by the revolving door of the skyscraper owned by her family’s corporation. Palmer’s eyes scanned the perimeter before landing on her. His eyes darkened with intensity as they took in her skirt suit and her ultra-thin stiletto heels.Palmer’s brow knitted when he glanced at something behind her, his hand sliding up to his gun holster under his jacket. Natalie quickened her steps toward Palmer when her name being called out stopped her in her tracks.Turning to see who had called her, she scowled. “Aaden? What are you doing here? In New York?”Aaden stepped out of the white Rolls-Royce Cullinan, his raven hair combed back in a stylish cut. His olive skin glowed with health from expensive skin products. Aaden’s chauffeur closed the car door behind him before climbing back into the driver’s seat.Buttoning up his Dormeuil jacket, Aaden smiled. “I came

Natalie sat at her large waterfall kitchen island, flipping through a fashion magazine. The television in the kitchen was on, but the sound was on mute. She flipped a page and took a sip of her strong coffee. She needed the caffeine, as she hadn’t slept last night. The thought of Palmer across the hall from her in her own apartment kept her tossing and turning in her king-sized bed. She had hoped that he’ll knock on her door, but she’d woken alone, sexually frustrated and mad at Palmer for being in her safe space. She had nowhere to run from him now. “Mm-hm General, I realize that you couldn’t stop the news from leaking out. I’ll talk to her father to get a press release out ASAP,” Palmer’s gravelly, calm voice pierced the stillness in the open-plan kitchen as he rounded the corner.“Okay, General. Thank you for the heads up. Goodbye.” Palmer placed his phone on the marble kitchen counter and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Natalie, your friends are coming up the elevator. Mark co

The dim lighting inside the Seattle art gallery cast a warm glow on the walls, illuminating the colorful paintings and sculptures on display. The attendees, dressed in their finest attire, admired the art with awe and wonder, their eyes scanning every detail. The faint smell of paint and pastels blended with the gallery’s snack table, which offered a selection of artisanal cheeses and crackers, and a range of red and white wines for guests to sip on. The hardwood floors creaked under the weight of people’s footsteps as they wandered from one piece to the next. A cool breeze from the open door when someone entered carried a slight chill, causing Isobel to wrap her lightweight scarf tighter around her neck.“Your dad keeps sending death glares at me,” Kyle muttered, his lips close to her ear, sending a shiver that wasn’t caused by the chilled air down her spine.“Do you blame him? We arrived this week with the news that we are getting

Isobel awoke with an inhale. The lingering nightmare of blood and gore and a floating head without a body still at the forefront of her mind when her eyes blinked open.She tried to move, but heaviness on her lower limbs kept her still on the bed. Glancing down, she saw Kyle napping, his head resting on her stomach, his hand splayed on it.Her fingers gently raked through his dark brown hair. “Babe, wake up.” Her fingers trailed down to his face, which looked peaceful and boyish, betraying the fact that he turned into a deadly wolf.“Kyle, wake up.”The image of his wolf clenching Laura’s head in its mouth made her voice loud and edged with fear, her hand falling away from his face.Kyle’s head slightly lifted as he blinked away his sleep. “Wha—? Hey, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice husky with sleep.“Nothing. I need to pee. And you are too heavy to move.”He s

Kyle growled low in his throat at seeing his heart being threatened by Laura, and made the one in his chest beat fast and hard, making it difficult to breathe. But he had to keep his wits about him to save his love.His life.He quickly changed to his human form; his muscles tightened and bulged in preparation to move and tear Laura’s throat apart. “Don’t you dare hurt her,” he snarled, baring his teeth.Laura tsked. “This puny human? I can’t promise that.”Kyle took two steps, his lips pulled back in a snarl, Isobel’s whimper stopped him and he saw that Laura had pressed her nail deeper into Isobel’s neck, drawing blood.“I’ll stop right there if I were you. You don’t want me to cut her throat, now do you?” Laura said flippantly.Kyle’s jaw clenched as he growled. “What do you want? Why can’t you and your father leave us alone?”

Kyle squatted down to chip away at the wood on the curve of the moon shaped baby crib. His gloved fingers grazed at the star cut out in the side of the crib.“Good morning Nick,” he said, before swirling on his feet to face Nick, who was stepping on the driveway toward the garage workshop.Nick smirked. “Already making the crib?”Kyle gave him a lopsided grin. “I wanted to get the crib finished before we head to Seattle.”Nick leaned his hip against Kyle’s woodworking station and crossed his arms. “So, you are really leaving?”Kyle’s grin broadened. “Yep. Where my mate goes, I go.”Nick’s eyebrows furrowed. “Do you think that now you’ve found your fated mate, that the decades long absence of fated mates has ended?”Kyle stood from his crouched position and placed his spoke shove tool on the workbench. He removed his work gloves, his mind se

“Kyle? What is this? What mating agreement?” Isobel asked, a bewildered look on her face.Greyston stood from the couch, glaring at his son.“You haven’t told her?”His body trembling with rage, Kyle read the note again.“Where’d you get this?” He held up the note to his father, choosing to ignore his question.Greyston huffed with annoyance, but answered. “It was found pinned to a tree by the border of our territory.”The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck thickened into fur, his eyes glowing golden. “Alpha Danvers has the nerve to threaten my mate?!”His voice was guttural and animalistic, as if he was barely holding on to his human side.His father took a few paces to him. “Kyle, calm down. Your anger doesn’t help us right now.”Kyle growled at his father, his golden glow deepening.“Kyle? Your anger is clouding my mind,” Isobel whispered, her hand planted on the wall, looking woozy on her legs.Seeing her so stressed made Kyle’s anger ebb away into worry. Moving closer to

“Good morning, my love,” Kyle said, yawning. He was shirtless, wearing flannel sleep pants that hung low around his hips, showing off his v-line and a delicious streak of dark brown hair that disappeared under his pants. His broad shoulders, corded abs, and wide chest spattered with dark hair were all on show as he stretched. “What are you smiling at?” he asked, as he ambled to the wooden kitchen table at her grandfather’s cabin and settled his elbows on it, resting his chin on his palms.“Oh, just a text from a friend,” Isobel answered, her concentration still on the phone. Her hips leaned against the table, her fingers scrolling on the phone.A low growl trembled from his chest. “A friend? What friend?”Isobel glanced away from the phone, rolling her eyes. “A growl? Really Kyle? It’s from my best friend, Loucilla. We call her Lou. We met in college. She’s been checking on me since I’ve been here.”A pink blush coated his cheeks. “Oh. You’ve never mentioned any friends since I’ve kn