Novels by Chanel L. Faye

“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

Kyle’s wolf crouched down, laying its head on its huge front paw. Sadness emanating from its still body and dimmed golden gaze.Isobel trembled, her heart racing in her chest that rose with her harsh breaths. Her stomach clenched with fear as her right leg stepped out toward the imposing wolf, when rustling noises from the woods stopped her movements. Kyle’s wolf swiftly stood, its tail stiff and horizontal, a snarl pulled back its muzzle as it loped toward her before turning and standing between her and whatever was making the noises in the woods.Isobel’s erratic heart caught in her throat as her lips and chin trembled. This was it. She was going to be killed by either that massive wolf or whatever was making that noise. Walking backwards away from the danger, Isobel stooped down behind a rock outcropping near the river. She placed a hand over her mouth to muffle her cries.“Hey, Isobel,” Kyle called out.Her back pressed against the hard rock, her shaky hand lifted from her mouth.

Kyle placed the tray, piled with the empty plates and cups, on the wooden kitchen table, when he stilled, his hearing picking up someone’s footsteps nearing his cabin but their scent was masked. Scurrying to the door, he swung it open to see Storm with her hand up about to knock on the door.The witch didn’t look a day over thirty, with blue-black hair and eyes that blazed like the full moon, bright and constantly watching. Bangles made of gold and silver jingled with her movements and tattoos of rune symbols marked every part of her visible flesh other than her face. But the witch was inching closer to 100 years.“Storm? What are you doing here?” Kyle asked, leaning against the doorframe.“Saanvi told me about your new mate, I wanted to meet her.” Her nostrils flared before she scrunched her nose. “I can smell that you are getting pretty acquainted,” she added, smirking. “Can I come in?”Kyle reluctantly moved aside, so that Storm could walk into the cabin’s small living room. He was

Isobel slowly opened her puffy eyes. Her gaze took in the room and she realized that she was in Kyle’s bedroom. This time the sunlight was dimmed down by white lacy curtains that were hastily put up on the curtain rails. Her heart gave a flutter at the thoughtful gesture and a smile danced on her lips. He gave up his need to see the woods for her comfort. Love rushed through her but it was damped by the memories of last night.Kyle placed her on the bed and crawled in with her. Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her close to him, placing a kiss on her forehead, he shushed her.“Don’t cry Isobel. You’re safe here, nothing will hurt you. Not when I’m here.”Her cries turned to sniffles as she snuggled into him, his warmth and pine-like smell calming her thundering heart. Placing her head on his chest, she closed her eyes and listened to his beating heart.“You don’t have to be afraid of me. Of my wolf. We’ll always protect you,” he said, his arms tightening around her. Cocooning he

“Why didn’t you tell us last night about Isobel?”Kyle glared at his father, who sat behind a massive oak desk in his house office. Isobel was across the hall, lying on the living room couch, being hovered over by his mother.“That night we had agreed to not tell anyone what happened. Honestly, I’m surprised that Saanvi told you,” his father said, leaning back on the office chair, steepling his fingers.“Dr. Kumari thought it was best for us to know, now that Isobel is my mate and carrying our pup. You should have at least told me!”His father placed his hands on the desk and leaned forward, his Alpha power pushing through. “Son, I will allow you to question me this one time as it has to do with your mate, but don’t forget, I am the Alpha. One day when you take over the pack, you will realize the importance of keeping the pack safe and the humans that live amongst us. It’s a thin line sometimes.”“Mr. Killian killed Daxton. Even if her grandfather was saving her life, some shifters in

Dr. Kumari ushered them to her consultation room and closed the door.“Please, you two have a seat,” she said before sitting down behind an office table desk.Isobel pulled her chair closer to the desk and leaned forward. “Dr. Kumari, please tell us about that night. I woke up and didn’t remember anything and my grandfather and parents never told me anything.”“That was our doing. We made sure that any memories from that night are forgotten so that we kept our secret and you healed without the terrifying images of that night.”Kyle held Isobel’s hand and squeezed it. “Who is we, Doctor?”“Storm Barkridge, a witch that is part of the coven that works with our pack.”“Storm?!” Kyle said, his eyes widened in disbelief. “Why would she spell them to remove their memories?”“Because, Kyle, they saw a man turn from wolf to man. You know we couldn’t let that information out. It was the best thing at the time,” Dr. Kumari stated, placing her elbows on the table, steepling her fingers.Kyle’s n

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

Natalie stepped out of her en-suite bathroom, the steam billowing out behind her. She had taken a scorching shower the minute she arrived at her apartment. Trying to wash away the nightmare that was the last 24 hours. Sitting in that school room in Angola, she had felt that she was counting down the seconds to her death. She was sure that even if her father paid the ransom, she would have been killed. Palmer kicking down the door had brought such extreme relief that her body had shaken with it.She sat down at her white and gold dressing table and unwrapped the towel around her head. The wet strands curling around her shoulders. Palmer had held her on the bed throughout the flight to New York until she fell asleep. When she had awakened, he had been there. Awake and watching her sleep. He had informed her that they had arrived and that the car was waiting for them.Palmer had escorted her to the black SUV that was parked on the airport tarmac, and they had driven her straight to her a