Novels by Mae M.G.

"Are you packed and ready for our flight?" Reginald called out to her as she stepped into the spacious dining room. "Judging by how late it is, I would hope you made the right preparations." She couldn't ignore him or avoid him. Straightening her back, she forced herself to walk to the end of the long table where he was seated. There was already a place setting prepared for her. "I have already directed Lewis to take care of my luggage," she told him evenly which seemed to satisfy her fiance. His eyes stopped burning into her and he returned to the newspaper he was reading and his plate. "Your brother seems to have chosen his mate," Reginald remarked nonchalantly over the newspaper as she settled into her seat across from him. She had hoped when she attended her morning fare that Reginald would still be absent and she would meet him at the private hangar. For a few days now, he had been preoccupied by his mistress and hadn't been in attendance in the mornings. She had enjoyed the

Orion had stayed with her for a couple days before he had been called away for an important business meeting that even Caleb had to attend. Caramia promised to take it easy and not to leave Caleb's estate. Even though blood was very much a part of their diet, food was equally as important. Lyndie had taken care of her, supplying her with a nutritious food, blood, and juice. She finally gained the strength and determination to walk about the house. She would spend hours like she had before in her stepbrother's extensive library. That was where she finally allowed herself to connect to the world again via technology. The moment she had, she wished she hadn't, because it proved to her what she truly feared. Orion hadn't sired her, because he actually desired to. No, he had to have done it for Caleb. The kisses they had shared during her turning and the feelings and thoughts had to have been an illusion, because the headlines in the news media sang a different tune. Pictures of the la

Somebody was following her. They had been following her for quite awhile now. She could feel their eyes upon her. Her instincts were breathing down her neck with the telltale sign of goosebumps raising upon her arms. She knew without a shadow of a doubt that somebody was indeed following her. And they were good. They were truly good at tracking and not being seen, but Briar Devereux was a hunter and predator. She was a master of observation. It was very rare for anybody to sneak up on her and catch her unaware. In her youth, her speech was robbed from her at the hands of a traumatic experience. Now her speech was flawed. She could no longer rely on verbal communication to get her point across. She had honed her other senses and mastered them. It was to make up for what she lacked. Her instincts were telling her that she wasn't going to outrun or outsmart her stalker. She refused to be a victim or prey. She would become the hunter. She would become the predator. When she rounded th

Caleb heard Orion before he saw him. Caleb was in his office that was across from Caramia's bedroom. He had been pacing back and forth ever since Orion entered his stepsister's bedroom. Crimson coated Orion's mouth and wrist, but his appearance didn't faze him. Instead, there was only relief that flooded him. He had scented blood earlier, but he refused to get his hopes up. As he stood leaning over his desk with his hands splayed upon the surface, he watched Orion approach him. The crimson haze was slowly fading from those intense emerald eyes. He hadn't realized he had been holding his breath until Orion stood directly in front of him. "It is done?" he asked Orion nervously. His eyes flashed as he licked his lips. "It's only the beginning." Caleb gestured to the left side of his desk. There was two small basins of water, a jug of water, and clean folded face cloths that were perched on the edge of his desk. Orion took the hint and walked over there. As he dipped the cloth into th

It was eerily silent for a moment and she wondered if death had finally come for her. Instead, she was wrenched forward forcefully. Wincing at the sudden pain, she was once again reminded of her human frailty. Her eyes gazed into the dark depths in front of hers and she realized that this wasn't death. This was definitely not a hallucination. Orion was here. The intensity in his eyes caused something to coil deep within her stomach. It screamed at her to react, but before she could even question him, he bit down upon his wrist. Wide-eyed, she watched blood begin to flow from the wound. Her eyes stayed upon the wound for a moment before her eyes returned to his eyes. “Orion?” she whispered. His mouth was smeared with his blood. It should’ve shocked her. It probably should’ve caused a different type of reaction, but she had lived with her stepbrother and been around their culture for most of her lifetime. Her heart raced in her chest and she watched his tongue slide across his top li

She’s a frail human. A sick, frail human. Her blood reeked of decay and disease. Orion’s thoughts swirled in his mind as he gazed down at her unconscious body. Her skin was paler than the last time he’d seen her. Her hair had thinned and dulled. She already looked like a corpse in a coffin. She is on her deathbed for fuck’s sake. Stop this madness. Let her die in peace and let her go to her heaven. When he had called Caleb to discuss the newest regulations administered by the council, Caleb promised he would return his call in the morning. He said he just needed some time. At the time, fury had coiled around him, he had asked what was more important than discussing important political details. Then he heard Caleb sigh and he never thought he’d hear his friend cry. “She won’t last the night, Orion. I won’t allow her to die alone.” Time froze. Thoughts of politics and regulations ceased to exist as everything in Orion came to a stop. His heart clenched as visions of the poor soul in