Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Red Rover, the second book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.1. The next story, “Mother, May I” will be coming out the first week of November. We'll find out what happens with JoJo, Jacob, Alexander, and Hermes, as well as meeting a new trio.2. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone.3. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:a. GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book a
I have no idea how many days I’ve been stuck in this cell. I’m not even sure where the cell is, though I have a pretty good guess. It’s dark, damp, cold, and smells awful. And all there is to do is talk to Hecate and Odin, who have their cells on either side of me. Odin’s liquid diet of mead has made the entire place smell like a musty crypt. Add Hecate’s incense scent to that and you can only imagine the smell that I’m having to deal with. How did I get here? Fucking Hermes. He would have worked out better as the god of chaos instead of being a messenger of the gods. Asshole. He came to me with a message that I was urgently needed on Mt. Olympus. There was a danger to all of us. We had to come up with a plan to deal with it. “What’s the danger?” I asked Hermes, wrapping a cloak of stars and night around my shoulders. “I haven’t heard of anything happening.” “If I knew, I wouldn’t be the messenger, now would I? They don’t tell me shit. Just make me go get everyone. A
I’ve been on the road with Kanati and Kamama for the past six months, first trying to find where the Riding Hoods were keeping all of the supernaturals that they were kidnapping and then trying to find where those same supernaturals had scattered to when they escaped. Let me back up a minute. Give you the whole backstory. About 21 years ago, there was this huge civil war between all of the werewolf packs in the U.S. The trios, where our Moon Goddess and creator, Selene, mated three wolves to each other instead of just two, were coming back after being hunted to near extinction. And there were quite a few wolves who didn’t like that. It caused a civil war, which we won, allowing trios to live happily ever after. But right after that, these witches, called the Riding Hoods, popped up out of nowhere. They are the descendants of the original Little Red Riding Hood, who was killed by a rogue werewolf. Yes, the story was true. Her sister took revenge on the rogue, then decided tha
I’m so caught up in my discovery of where the Red One, Roweena, and Iona all that I completely forgot to be nervous about driving. Brandon and Zak have been very patient in teaching me how to drive over the past few months, but this isn’t something that I feel very comfortable doing yet, especially by myself in a new place. Somehow, there is no one on the road. I don’t know how I got so lucky. But, that wasn’t the top thing on my let’s worry about this list. Go figure. Other than knowing that Ios is a party island along the Greek coastline, I have no idea why in the world Loviatar would keep the Riding Hoods there. Or why she would even want anything to do with them. Compared to the gods and goddesses of this world, the Riding Hoods are nothing. Oh, they want to be. They really want to be something. And had things worked out for them in making me the strongest witch of all time, we might have had enough power to get into the room. But we would never have gotten a seat at t
The pain was the worst thing that I have ever felt. It feels like someone is trying to scoop out my still beating heart with a handful of serrated spoons all at the same time while I’m laying on a bed of burning hot coals. Sharp, stabbing, constant, and all over my body. I can’t breathe, let alone talk. The pain only gets worse when I’m touched by Tomas and Jai as they pick me up. I don’t realize why they’re doing it until I feel the sun on my skin, which just intensifies the pain everywhere it touches. I didn’t know that someone could survive pain this intense. I don’t know that I will. Doesn’t help when Tomas unceremoniously just drops me on the ground. My wolf howls in my head, but all my human form can do is whimper. Tomas waves Jai away who looks back and forth between me and Tomas before shrugging his shoulders and walking back inside. Looks like I’m on my own with a pissed off male. It takes a few moments for the pain to subside enough for me to hear what he’s say
Allegra, Priestess of Nora’s coven, completes the scrying—and confirms what I already saw. The Riding Hoods are on the island of Ios.Devin turns toward me and smiles. A real smile. It makes me feel about ten times better than the scowl he wore when this conversation started. And thank the stars—because pissing off a demi-god? Not on my to-do list. I might be the most powerful witch in centuries, but compared to someone like him? I’m still a flickering candle next to a wildfire.“You did good, Nyx. Thank you,” he says, then turns back to address the group.It takes me a moment to even process his words. No one—no one—has ever told me I did a good job with something this important. Well… no one besides Kayla. And this warmth in my chest? This ridiculous smile I can’t shake? It’s unfamiliar and overwhelming.Is this what it feels like to be encouraged by a parent? Is this what kids are supposed to feel? It’s almost euphoric, like the high I’d get from one of the hallucinogenic potions du
I cannot explain to you how livid I am with my best friend. Nathan rejected his mate for absolutely no fucking reason at all. It was so hard for me to listen to Devin and help Nathan out of the hall without shaking the shit out of him. As someone who has been rejected by both of my mates, watching Nathan reject Nyx simply because of the family that she was born into pissed me off more than I can explain. She has proven herself to be an ally of ours time and time again. Hearing what she went through because Zak and Devin didn’t trust her and not complain about it, how she cared for Kayla and Esteban during their imprisonment, and then knowing how she helped us defeat the Reding Hoods…this woman is the bravest, most selfless woman that I’ve ever heard of. And Nathan just tossed her away, like he’d find another mate out of nowhere. It kills me. How could he do that after seeing what’s happened with me and also with Rowen and Alexander? I’m so angry that I have to get out of ther
Kaia and I are at a boutique, looking at wedding dresses. Ever since Meredith, Gael, and Hakeem got married before the wars, the tradition caught on in the wolf community. And it’s something I’ve dreamed about for a long time.I want my mates to be mine—wholly mine—for the rest of our lives.It’s why, when I found out Tomas was our mate, it disgusted me more than anything. But only because it hurt. A mate who’s been with nearly every unmated she-wolf I’ve ever met in Arcadia?Goddess, just thinking about Tomas hurts.That fucking trio matebond. He didn’t reject us. In fact, he passed out from the pain of our rejections right after we gave them. I was thankful for that at the time—at least he didn’t see the way I cried. Kaia and I were able to comfort each other before he woke.Then Kaia, ever decisive and stubborn, immediately said, “Reject us, so we can be done with this mistake of a bond.”He murmured something, too low even for our wolf hearing to catch.“What?” I asked, stepping cl
Hey friends!Thank you so much for reading Red Rover, the second book of The Legacies series. I hope that you enjoyed reading as much as I enjoyed writing. Here are a couple of announcements/interesting information for you.1. The next story, “Mother, May I” will be coming out the first week of November. We'll find out what happens with JoJo, Jacob, Alexander, and Hermes, as well as meeting a new trio.2. If you are interested in what I listen to while I’m writing, you can find my playlist “Creative Juices” on Spotify. I love all different kinds of music, so there’s a little something for everyone.3. I write all different kinds of books. If you’re interested, you can find my other books on these platforms:a. GoodNovel:Trio of Mates Series: 4 werewolf books that take on the idea of what would happen if one of the leadership was gay and couldn’t produce an heir. Lots of very graphic smut. (completed)Hide and Seek: The first book in the Trio Legacies series. This is a werewolf book a
I’ve been stuck here in the Underworld at Uncle Hades and Aunt Persphone’s palace for weeks, unable to see my mates for anything. I was so fucking stupid. Erasing their marks wasn’t even the dumbest thing that I did, though it was by far the worst thing I could have done to make them trust me. Especially Jacob. No, the dumbest thing that I did was checking in on them once they went back to the gates of Valhalla. Because Lucifer caught me as they were escaping to come to the Underworld. And now he has all of us down here together so that he can “keep his allies close.” I’ve managed to slip out a couple of times just to check on my mates, but Lucifer himself caught me last time. I’m still recovering from being thrown into the flames of the Phlegethon River. It didn’t matter that I told him that I was checking up on our enemies’ whereabouts and activities. He said that he had other’s to do that and I was to stay in line and follow his orders. I don’t know how I’m going to be
“How is it that we haven’t heard anything in two weeks? I don’t understand!” Nathan is pacing like a damn caged wolf. Frazzled, ragged, snapping on the edge of a full breakdown.And I can’t blame him.Not only is he still raw from losing Gregory and Citra, but there’s been nothing from Nyx. No word. No whisper. Not even a flicker on the Astral Plane.Worse? We don’t even know where she is.Radio silence from Lucifer and the rest of the power-mad hellspawn. No activity from Tartarus. And Hermes—the only one who could help us cross realms? Vanished. Ghosted. Pulled a divine Irish goodbye.Selene and Hecate have gone back to their realms.Thor, for reasons I’m not ready to emotionally unpack, is still hanging around Selene. In her realm. Which... do I even want to know what that means?Like, if Selene is our mother… and Thor is now her boyfriend… does that make Thor our stepdad?NOPE. Absolutely not. That’s a psychological rabbit hole I am not spelunking down.The weirdest part, though? N
I feel hollow. Completely gutted. Like everything has been scooped out of me. Nyx is gone. We have no idea where she could be. Nathan hasn’t been able to find her on the Astral Plane. We haven’t been able to find Hermes and we can’t get in touch with Hades or Persephone since we left Tartarus.Citra is dead. And though I didn’t know who Citra was until 22 years ago, she became as much of a sister to me as Isla, Ivy, and Indigo are. As much as Iris was. I presided over her handfasting with Michael. I’m the godmother to Caleb, her first born. I don’t remember a day going by in 22 years where we didn’t speak to each other at least once. And now she’s gone.And my mate died saving me. He literally pushed me out of Fenrir’s grasp and died to protect me. We said goodbye to him yesterday, Jamal, our children and I staying in the field until his pyre completely burned out. I have no idea how we’re going to move on from here. Jamal and I are basically living, breathing ghosts.
Bella and I have been drifting in a fog since Gregory’s death. He was one-third of our soul—and now that he’s gone, there’s just this vast, gaping hole where joy used to live. Our two sets of twins—Freya and Finnegan, Amethyst and Axel—have been doing everything they can to hold us up, but I can see their grief under the surface, threatening to drown them.Gregory and I had been together since before the civil war. Since the days we fought side by side against Mathias. That was twenty-two years ago. We found Bella about a year and a half later, right after the Riding Hoods appeared.Twenty years together. A blink. Not nearly enough.Gregory was our bright spot in the darkness. He always found the silver lining, always had a joke or a story to pull us out of the stress and responsibilities that weighed us down. He made us laugh when the world wanted us to scream.Bella and I—well, we were the practical ones. The responsible ones. Alpha. High Priestess. Always shouldering the next crisis
I rush over to Bella and Jamal who have fallen to the ground sobbing. Mom looks split between going to Michael and going to Bella and Jamal. Michael was in her original pack, but Bella and Jamal have been a necessary part of our family because of my being a hybrid. They are both like family to us, though I’m definitely much closer to Bella and Jamal. As the witches seem to be gathering around us, Mom and Dad run to Michael’s side. Hawk and Jareth follow them. They are sobbing. Wordless, agony filled cries falling from their mouths, They cling to each other, not seeming to sense any of us around them. I can’t even imagine the pain that they are going through. It has to be awful. I don’t even want to know what I would do if Nyx…I can’t even think about it. The fact that I can’t even see her is killing me. And we’re not even mated. We’ve barely known each other for a few months. How awful must it be for them to have lived together for more than 20 years. To have child
I’ve just finished slicing through two demons when I see the giant wolf enter the field.That has to be Fenrir—the evil werewolf son of Loki.Yeah, I know my mythology. Chris had a whole phase where she devoured everything about every mythology on Earth. Zak and I split duties early—he took math and science, and I took history, cultural studies, and English. You can’t beat a master bullshitter.So yeah, I know exactly who Fenrir is and what he’s capable of.When I see him charging toward Bella and Citra, I break into a sprint. Through our pack mindlink, I shout, Get to Bella and Citra!I feel the entire pack shift their attention toward them, but Fenrir landed less than twenty yards away. That’s only a few of his massive strides away.I see Gregory and Jamal cutting their way toward Bella, Michael running for Citra, but none of them are going to make it in time.Then—Gregory bursts forward with a speed I didn’t even know a werewolf could pull off. He reaches Bella first, shoving her ou
Within seconds, wolves and gods are teleporting into the camp. The fae and other supernaturals have also contacted their rulers and we have portals opening up all over the place. The only ones that don’t show up are JoJo, Alexander, Chris, and Jacob. Hecate still hasn’t come back from bitching out Hermes, so they can’t teleport to us. “Alright everyone, circle up! We’ve got to come up with a plan NOW. What information do we have?” Mom says. Her goddess gift of strategy is really going to come in handy here. One of the Valkyries that Gondul sent comes back, streaking through the sky and directly to her leader. “Mist!” Gondul calls when she is about 20 feet away. “Where is Hrist?” “Keeping watch. The demons are pouring out of the gates. Fenrir is with them. Looks like he is leading them with a god that we do not know,” the Valkyrie, Mist, responds. “Fenrir?” Summer asks. “You mean the Norse werewolf?” Gondul’s face turns to look at us, her expression impassive. “Yes.
It’s been two hours since Nathan went into the Astral Plane. Bella checked on him after the first hour and found him and Nyx curled up on a couch, talking quietly and holding each other. She let him stay another hour.Now she and Nathan are stepping out of his tent.“How is she?” I ask as he approaches. He’s clearly been crying, but just as clearly, that time with his mate helped. I want to hug him, but Nathan doesn’t always welcome touch when he’s this raw.“She’s hanging in. I think just seeing someone who isn’t her tormentor helped a lot,” he says.“Bro, it’s not about seeing someone. It’s about seeing you,” I tell him, clapping him on the shoulder and giving it a squeeze.He actually blushes. A small smile tugs at his lips. “She told me she loves me.”I pull him into a hug without hesitation. To my surprise, he hugs back, still smiling when I let go. “Congratulations, man. I’m so happy you two are finally on the same page.”His smile falters, then fades. “Yeah. If I wasn’t such a d