Novels by Lia's Ink

Je suis la fille la plus brillante de l’école, une cheerleader avec une langue acérée et une ambition encore plus acérée. J’ai passé toute ma vie à regarder ma mère tomber pour les mauvais hommes qui baisent et partent. Je refuse d’être cette fille. Mais alors il y a Dylan Dickson. Un playboy qui ne baise jamais deux fois la même fille. Il est aussi mon rival académique, exaspérément brillant, et tellement sexy que je peux à peine réfléchir correctement quand il est près de moi. Je déteste tout ce qu’il représente. Je le veux avec une faim qui me garde éveillée la nuit. Et ça me terrifie. Puis le destin porte le coup le plus cruel : Dylan est mon nouveau demi-frère. Maintenant nous vivons sous le même toit, et l’air entre nous est électrique. Je le surprends torse nu, l’eau ruisselant sur ce corps parfait. Il me regarde comme s’il voulait me dévorer, sa voix une sombre promesse quand il me prévient : « Ne commence pas ce que tu ne peux pas finir. » Chaque contact accidentel brûle. Chaque regard brûlant me fait mal. Je ne ferais rien pour saboter la relation de ma mère, en la voyant enfin heureuse et stable. Dylan ne croit pas en l’amour — la trahison de sa mère a détruit ça il y a des années et il ne fait pas d’engagement. Mais nier ce qui se passe entre nous est une torture. Le désir est primal…. Le besoin est dévorant…. Et le combattre est en train de nous déchirer lentement. Les enjeux n’ont jamais été aussi élevés, mais combien de temps encore puis-je prétendre que je ne veux pas le baiser jusqu’à en perdre la raison.

Shayla Hale learned young that love is the cruelest lie of all. When her father brought home his secret family, her world shattered. When college was supposed to be her fresh start, Grayson Cross destroyed that too...with his charming smile, his devastating lies, and a bet that would break her completely. Seven years later, she's rebuilt her life far from the ruins he left behind. She has her son, her best friend, and walls so high no one can hurt her again. She survived the worst betrayal of her life and built a new world far from the wreckage. A world where she's safe. Where her secrets stay buried. Where the man who destroyed her can never find her. Until the day she accepts a job as a personal assistant to a powerful CEO, and discovers her new boss is the last person she ever wanted to see again. Grayson Cross. Cold. Ruthless. Unforgiving. He doesn't know why she disappeared seven years ago. He doesn't know what he took from her. And he has no idea about the little boy with his eyes waiting at home. Some bets have consequences that last forever. Some lies can never be forgiven. And some men will destroy everything to get back what they lost. He ruined her once. But this time, she might just ruin him back.

Four years ago, I watched Alpha Adrian slaughter my parents and destroy the Nightfall Pack. Everyone I loved turned to ash and blood that night—everyone except Asher, my best friend who pulled me from the flames. Now I'm infiltrating his pack as a slave vengeance in my heart. I've waited four years for this moment. Four years to get close enough to kill him just as he killed my parents. But fate is a cruel bitch. The mate bond snapped the moment I entered his quarters, binding me to the one man I swore to kill. My body betrays me, craving his touch while my mind screams for his death. And when Adrian finally feels it too, when he discovers I'm the last survivor of the pack he destroyed, everything changes. He says he needs me. That I'm the cure to an ailment slowly killing him. I need him too—he's the only one who can heal my broken wolf and help me shift again. The bond doesn't lie. And neither does the truth I'm starting to uncover about that bloody night. My heart is torn between my best friend who saved me and the mate who killed my parents and holds the key to making me whole again. [THE CURSED BLOODLINE SERIES BOOK I]

Shayla Hale a appris très jeune que l’amour est le mensonge le plus cruel de tous. Quand son père a ramené chez eux sa famille secrète, son monde s’est effondré. Quand l’université était censée être son nouveau départ, Grayson Cross a détruit cela aussi — avec son sourire charmeur, ses mensonges dévastateurs et un pari qui allait la briser complètement. Sept ans plus tard, elle a reconstruit sa vie loin des ruines qu’il a laissées derrière lui. Elle a son fils, sa meilleure amie et des murs si hauts que plus personne ne pourra jamais lui faire du mal. Elle a survécu à la pire trahison de sa vie et a construit un nouveau monde loin des décombres. Un monde où elle est en sécurité. Où ses secrets restent enterrés. Où l’homme qui l’a détruite ne pourra jamais la retrouver. Jusqu’au jour où elle accepte un poste d’assistante personnelle auprès d’un puissant PDG — et découvre que son nouveau patron est la dernière personne qu’elle voulait revoir. Grayson Cross. Froid. Impitoyable. Inflexible. Il ne sait pas pourquoi elle a disparu il y a sept ans. Il ne sait pas ce qu’il lui a pris. Et il n’a aucune idée du petit garçon aux yeux semblables aux siens qui l’attend à la maison. Certains paris ont des conséquences qui durent pour toujours. Certains mensonges ne pourront jamais être pardonnés. Et certains hommes détruiront tout pour récupérer ce qu’ils ont perdu. Il l’a détruite une fois. Mais cette fois, c’est peut-être elle qui le détruira en retour.

"When the cursed blood awakens, only the blood of his Moon-chosen mate can cleanse it. The life that purifies the darkness shall return to the stars." —THE ANCIENT PROPHECY. They have spent my entire life searching for the woman destined to save me. I have spent every second praying to my dead father they never find her. I never wanted her. I do not need a mate, and I certainly do not need saving. I am the heir to Shadow Pack and Nightfall Pack. The last of my bloodline. The monster my father died trying to erase. Then the mate bond snaps. Not with a princess. Not with the powerful Starborn Omega from the prophecy. But with a fat little thief caught stealing from my land. I reject her before anyone discovers she is mine. Keeping her close as my prisoner is the perfect way to prove fate made a mistake. Only fate never makes mistakes. As the darkness in my blood begins to awaken, kingdoms prepare for war, old enemies crawl out of the shadows, and the monster inside me hungers for blood. Now the only woman who can save my life is the mate I swore I would never claim. And if the prophecy is true— Saving me… …will kill her. She thought stealing from me was the greatest mistake of her life. She has no idea that becoming my mate will be far worse. [THE CURSED BLOODLINE SERIES BOOK II]

The night I spent with him was a mistake I paid for with everything I had. My family. My name. My son. He gave me money and a contract and told me to disappear. So I did. I built a quiet life from the wreckage he left behind and I never looked back. Until the job offer came. Until I walked into that office and saw his face staring back at me. He doesn’t remember me. Not my name, not my face, not what he took from me. But I remember everything. And I am not the same woman he paid off four years ago.

“You want a divorce,” he said flatly. “Yes.” “You.” He tilted his head. “The same woman who begged her father to arrange this marriage because she's completely in love with me, who has spent two years making my life…” he stopped, and rephrased “you want a divorce.” “People change.” “What scheme is this now Arabella?” I frowned. “It's not a scheme, it's a divorce, and it's very common among people who are done with a…” “Impossible.” He said it like that was the end of it, discussion over. He turned away from me and walked toward the door like I hadn't said anything at all. “Andrew!” “Get up.” He didn't turn around. “Get dressed, something presentable. We're going to the palace tonight.” “I just asked you for a divorce…” “It's a banquet.” He finally glanced back over his shoulder, and there was nothing in his expression that suggested he'd heard a single word I said about divorce. “We're meeting the King tonight. You have a few hours so I suggest you stop wasting them.” “Did you hear what I just said to you?” “Get ready, Bella.” ✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧✧ The Ruthless Lycan King isn’t just my mate. He’s my secret. I’m already married to Alpha Andrew yet every full moon, I end up in the King’s arms… feeding his curse with my blood, and my body. He needs me to survive. I need him more than I should. If my husband ever finds out, this forbidden affair will start a war.

Rule 1: Never strip for your stepbrother. Rule 2: Don’t fall for him while you’re doing it. I broke both rules before I even knew his name. Xavier Knight doesn’t chase. He hunts — and once he set his sights on something he wants, he owns it, claims it, ruins it. I was supposed to be a stranger to him. A masked girl on a stage, dancing for a stranger’s money to save my family from drowning in debt. Then he became my stepbrother. And now every time he looks at me across the dinner table, I swear he’s still looking for the girl underneath the mask. Rule 3, the one I never wrote down: don’t let him find her. Because Xavier Knight doesn’t leave his prey standing. He destroys it. And God help me — I think I’m starting to want him to.

Vor vier Jahren musste ich mit ansehen, wie Alpha Adrian meine Eltern abschlachtete und das Nightfall-Rudel dem Erdboden gleichmachte. Jeder, den ich liebte, starb in jener Nacht zwischen Blut und Flammen – jeder außer Asher, meinem besten Freund, der mich aus dem Feuer zog. Jetzt schleuse ich mich als Sklavin in sein Rudel ein, mit nichts als Rache in meinem Herzen. Vier Jahre habe ich auf diesen Moment gewartet. Vier Jahre darauf, Adrian nahe genug zu kommen, um ihn genauso zu töten, wie er meine Eltern getötet hat. Doch das Schicksal ist eine verdammte Schlampe. In dem Moment, als ich seine Gemächer betrete, schnappt das Gefährtenband zu und bindet mich an den einen Mann, den ich geschworen habe zu töten. Mein Körper verrät mich, verlangt nach seiner Berührung, während mein Verstand nach seinem Tod schreit. Und als Adrian die Bindung schließlich ebenfalls spürt, als er erfährt, dass ich die letzte Überlebende des Rudels bin, das er ausgelöscht hat, verändert sich alles. Er behauptet, er brauche mich. Dass ich die Heilung für das Leiden bin, das ihn langsam umbringt. Ich brauche ihn ebenfalls – denn nur er kann meinen gebrochenen Wolf heilen und mir die Fähigkeit zurückgeben, mich endlich wieder zu verwandeln. Das Band lügt nicht. Und die Wahrheit über jene blutige Nacht, die ich Stück für Stück ans Licht bringe, ebenso wenig. Mein Herz wird zerrissen zwischen meinem besten Freund, der mir das Leben rettete, und dem Gefährten, der meine Eltern ermordete und den einzigen Schlüssel dazu besitzt, mich wieder vollständig zu machen.

Il y a quatre ans, j'ai regardé l'Alpha Adrian massacrer mes parents et détruire la Meute de la Nuit tombante. Tous ceux que j'aimais ont été réduits en cendres et en sang cette nuit-là—tous sauf Asher, mon meilleur ami qui m'a tirée des flammes. Aujourd'hui, j'infiltre sa meute en tant qu'esclave, la vengeance dans le cœur. J'ai attendu quatre ans ce moment. Quatre ans pour m'approcher assez près pour le tuer comme il a tué mes parents. Mais le destin est une garce cruelle. Le lien d'âme sœur s'est activé dès que je suis entrée dans ses quartiers, me liant à l'homme que j'avais juré de tuer. Mon corps me trahit, assoiffé de son toucher pendant que mon esprit crie pour sa mort. Et quand Adrian le ressent enfin, quand il découvre que je suis la dernière survivante de la meute qu'il a détruite, tout change. Il dit qu'il a besoin de moi. Que je suis le remède à un mal qui le tue lentement. J'ai aussi besoin de lui—il est le seul à pouvoir guérir mon loup brisé et m'aider à me transformer à nouveau. Le lien ne ment pas. Et la vérité que je commence à découvrir sur cette nuit sanglante non plus. Mon cœur est déchiré entre mon meilleur ami qui m'a sauvée et l'âme sœur qui a tué mes parents et détient la clé pour me rendre entière à nouveau.

Moana Queens has two rules: stay on top, and never become my mother. I'm the most brilliant girl in school, a cheerleader with a sharp tongue and sharper ambition. I've spent my whole life watching my mother fall for the wrong men who fuck and leave. I refuse to be that girl. But then there's Dylan Dickson. He's arrogant, cocky and a fucking playboy who doesn't screw the same girl twice. He's also my academic rival, infuriatingly brilliant, and so goddamn sexy I can barely think straight when he's near. I hate everything he represents. I want him with a hunger that keeps me awake at night. And that terrifies me. Then fate delivers the cruelest blow: Dylan is my new stepbrother. Now we're living under the same roof, and the air between us is electric. I catch him shirtless, water dripping down that perfect body. He watches me like he wants to devour me, his voice a dark promise when he warns, "Don't start what you can't finish." Every accidental touch burns. Every heated glance makes me ache. I wouldn't do anything to sabotage my mother's relationship, seeing her finally happy and stable. Dylan doesn't believe in love, his mother's betrayal destroyed that years ago and he doesn't do commitment. But denying what's between us is torture. The want is primal…. The need is consuming…. And fighting it is slowly tearing me apart. One taste and I'll be ruined One touch and there's no coming back, The stakes have never been higher, but how much longer can I pretend I don't want to fuck him senseless.

Ravael Steele is a scentless female omega hiding her identity to play hockey in an all male alpha academy. She had a plan. She had control. She had everything perfectly built. Until one heated night unraveled all of it. Claimed and marked. Everything she sacrificed was gone in a single moment she never saw coming. Zoren Maveth is the most powerful alpha captain in the academy. He can’t comprehend what’s happening to him. His new roommate is small, fragile, infuriating—and somehow constantly messing with his head. He told himself the cruelty was discipline. He told himself the obsession was irritation. Then he discovered the small alpha he’d been tormenting was never an alpha at all. A male omega. Living in his room. Under his skin. Now he’s not just questioning his sexuality. He’s questioning his sanity. Because no matter what he does—he cannot get him out of his head. And the scent that was never supposed to exist is the thing destroying them both.

Princess Adrienne doesn't do gowns, politics, or obedience. She does swords, battle, and telling arrogant princes exactly where they can shove their heroics. So when the cocky bastard who "saved" her on the battlefield turns out to be Prince Orion—her betrothed—she's ready to murder him before she'll marry him. He's a legend. Undefeated. Insufferable. She's savage. Stubborn. And refuses to be any man's prize. Neither wants this marriage. Both have secrets. And when duty forces them together, the hatred burns almost as hot as the desire they're trying to ignore. In a game of crowns, the most dangerous move is falling for your enemy.