Novels by Sonia Egbon

Monday morning arrived with the subtlety of a sledgehammer.Aria stood in front of her bathroom mirror, concealer in hand, trying for the third time to cover the marks on her neck. No matter how much makeup she layered on, the hickeys—or whatever they were, remained stubbornly visible."Fantastic," she muttered, finally giving up and wrapping a silk scarf around her neck. It was unprofessional for the office, but it was either that or face questions she couldn't answer.Her phone buzzed for the hundredth time. Another message from Marcus, begging to talk. She deleted it and grabbed her bag.The weekend had passed in a blur of restless sleep and Maya's concerned hovering. The marks hadn't faded. If anything, they seemed darker, and that strange warmth still pulsed beneath her skin.She'd almost convinced herself it had been a vivid hallucination. Stress-induced psychosis. Anything but the truth.Then she'd wake from dreams of amber eyes and long dark hair, her body aching with need, an

Aria woke to the feeling of fingers stroking through her hair and the scent of something wild and masculine surrounding her. For a blissful moment, she thought the entire thing had been a dream.Then she opened her eyes and saw three identical faces watching her with predatory intensity.It all came rushing back. The sex. The biting. The impossible shift from man to wolf.She bolted upright, scrambling backward until her back hit the headboard. All three of them were still naked, still devastatingly beautiful, and still very much not human."Easy," Damien said, his hands raised in a placating gesture. "You're safe.""Safe?" Her voice came out higher than intended. "You bit me without telling me what you were! You….you're fucking werewolves!""We told you after," Dante pointed out reasonably, which only made her angrier."Oh, well that makes it so much better!" She touched her neck, feeling the tender marks. They didn't hurt, exactly, but they throbbed with a strange warmth that seemed

Aria's dress pooled at her feet in a whisper of silk, leaving her in nothing but black lace and heels. Three pairs of eyes devoured her, and she felt powerful under their hungry gazes, like a goddess being worshipped."Beautiful," Dominic breathed, circling her slowly. His fingertips traced her collarbone, down between her breasts, across her ribs. "Even better than I imagined.""You imagined this?" she asked, her voice breathier than she intended."From the moment we saw you," Dante said, standing behind her. His lips found the curve of her neck, teeth grazing sensitive skin. "We knew you'd look perfect like this. Bare for us. Ours to claim.""Not yours yet," she reminded them, even as her body betrayed her with a shiver.Damien chuckled darkly, stepping close enough that she felt the heat radiating from his body. "So much defiance. We're going to enjoy breaking that.""Safe word?" Dominic reminded her, his hand cupping her jaw gently despite the dominance in his tone."Yellow," she

She slid into the booth, and immediately they rearranged themselves around her. The scarred one on her left, the one with the mole on her right, and the unmarked one directly across, leaning forward with his elbows on the table. She was surrounded, engulfed by their presence. They smelled like expensive cologne, leather, and something else—something wild and untamed that made her pulse quicken."I'm Dante," the scarred one said, his voice a deep rumble that vibrated through her. His hand came to rest on the back of the booth behind her shoulders."Damien," said the one with the mole, his fingers already tracing idle patterns on the leather seat near her thigh."Dominic," the third finished, his dark eyes never leaving her face. "And you're Aria Chen."Her eyebrows rose. "You know my name.""We make it our business to know everything about what interests us," Dominic said, his voice smooth as aged whiskey. "And you, sweetheart, have been interesting us all night.""We've been watching

The champagne bottle in Aria's hand trembled as she stood frozen in the doorway of her own apartment. Her keys clattered to the floor, the sound swallowed by the obscene moans echoing from her bedroom.Their bedroom.She'd left work early to surprise Marcus with dinner reservations at his favorite restaurant. Three years together deserved celebration, didn't it? Or so she'd thought.The expensive bottle of Dom Pérignon she'd splurged on suddenly felt like dead weight. Her designer heels—the ones she'd bought specifically because Marcus mentioned he liked them, now felt like shackles as she forced her feet to move forward.Each step down the hallway carved another piece from her chest.The bedroom door stood ajar. Just enough to see Marcus's bare back, his muscles flexing as he thrust into someone under him. Enough to see familiar red-painted nails digging into his shoulders. Enough to recognize the platinum blonde hair splayed across her pillows.Sophia.Her best friend since college.