Novels by Janet writes

Angelica’s POVThe door of my workshop clanged shut, locking out the relentless mid-afternoon heat. I tossed my keys onto the counter and dropped into my desk chair, letting out a breath I felt like I’d been holding since step one onto Bloodmoon land.“Well, that went well,” Lyra piped up, her tone dripping with lazy sarcasm. “You insulted the prospective Luna, made the Alpha sign his life away on his knees, and secured three hundred grand. Should we throw a parade, or just order pizza?”I couldn't help a dry, faint smirk from touching my lips as I pulled my hair down out of its tight bun, shaking out my dark curls. “I thought you were going to rip her throat out.”“Please,” Lyra scoffed, stretching lazily inside my mind like a giant silver cat. “And ruin your suit? The girl weighs ninety pounds dripping wet and smells like synthetic vanilla. If I bit her, I’d probably get a hairball.” “He signed the addendum, Lyra. That’s all that matters.”“For now,” she hummed softly, her witty ba

Angelica’s POV The silence in Ethan’s study stretched so thin it felt like a wire about to snap. His amber eyes burned into mine, searching for a single trace of hesitation. He found none.Finally, with a harsh, frustrated growl, Ethan snatched up his heavy Parker pen. He scratched his jagged signature across the bottom of my addendum, slamming the pen back onto the polished wood.“The transfer will reach the blood-healer’s clinic by noon,” Ethan said, his voice laced with cold, barely suppressed anger. “You got your terms, Angelica. But make no mistake, once the procedure is confirmed, you are under Bloodmoon jurisdiction.”“I'm under contract,” I corrected smoothly, picking up my signed copy and sliding it cleanly into my leather portfolio. “Not under your thumb. Learn the difference, Ethan.”I turned on my heel and walked out of the study, my heels clicking sharp and rhythmic against the floor. But as soon as the doors slammed shut behind me, a low, dormant hum vibrated at the bas

Angelica’s POVThe gates of my workshop were already closed, but the warm yellow glow inside the main service bay told me I wasn't alone.I didn’t reach for the crowbar under my seat. I already knew the low rumble vibrated through the floorboards before I even stepped out of my truck. That wasn't a standard engine. It was a custom-machined 120-cubic-inch V-twin, built for raw power, heavy torque, and zero subtlety.The Iron Vipers.I adjusted the collar of my work jacket, pushed open the door, and stepped into the bay.Three heavy-built men in dark leather cuts sat casually around my shop. Two were younger patched members, sitting on tool chests and passing a thermos back and forth. But the man standing over my main workbench, his massive, 6’4” frame draped in a worn leather vest displaying the skull-and-serpent crest, was the one who held the room's gravity.Jax Mercer. President of the Vipers.He was broad-shouldered and sun-bronzed. Dark, intricate runes wound their way down his m

Angelica’s POV. “Your little brother, Leo,” Ethan said softly, his voice laced with an edge. “Fascinating case. A rare form of concentrated silver poisoning, isn't it? Painful. Fatal within a month if left untreated. And the only supernatural healer capable of purging raw silver from a wolf's bloodstream charges a price far beyond what a custom bike shop can generate.”My breath hitched in my throat, I tried to stay composed but my hands trembled as I snatched the envelope from his fingers, pulling out the medical reports and black-market healer invoices inside. Everything was there. “How did you get this?” I whispered, my voice shaking with raw rage.“I have resources,” Ethan replied smoothly, stepping into my personal space until I could feel the heat radiating off his chest. “Your brother is dying, Angelica. You don't have the money. But I do.”“You monster,” I spat, glaring at him with every ounce of hatred I possessed. “You're using my brother's life to force me to talk to

Angelica’s POV“Ms. Haze, please, you’re needed at the office,” Skylar, my receptionist, said as I picked up her call. Her voice was laced with a tight tremor that immediately set my nerves on edge.“What for?” I asked, wiping a streak of black fluid off my jaw with the back of my gloved hand. “I fear you’d have to see this for yourself, ma’am.”I stared at the blinking screen of my phone as the call went dead.Skylar had worked for me at Haze Performance Motors for two years, and I had never heard her lose her cool. I tossed the torque wrench onto the steel workbench with a sharp, echoing clang, peeled off my heavy leather shop apron, and wiped my grease-stained hands on a rag.Stepping out of the bay, I smoothed down the front of my dark denim overalls. Being a five-foot-eight, plus-size woman in a male-dominated industry meant I had to carry myself with twice the authority of anyone else in the room. I pushed open the heavy oak door leading into the glass-walled front office.Sky