KieraWhen I wake my entire body is surrounded by pillows, my every curve cushioned so thoroughly I feel like I’m about to burst into flames. The pillows cradling me are so warm: smothering me with scorching heat even though I want to snuggle closer to their entrancing scent. I can’t remember ever being so comfortable. The pillows are even caressing me, stroking my spine and brushing through my hair.Wait a minute. I realize, coming fully awake. Pillows don’t move. And pillows don’t have internal heat sources.Blinking my eyes open, I realize it’s not pillows surrounding me, but a very large, very attractive wolf.Relief spreads across Chase’s features the moment he realizes I’m conscious, and a tender smile stretches across his face. “Welcome back, trouble.”Squirming against his hard muscles, I announce, “you’re too hot.”His grin widens, “Why thank you.”“That’s not what I meant.” I pout, giving up my doomed efforts to escape him. “What are you doing here?”“I’m taking care of you

VivianeTurning to face my fate head on, my heart sinks when I see the rough looking men striding towards me. Every man has a hard and haggard exterior which exudes menace, and I hate the idea of facing them alone.“Well, well, well.” The leader drawls, leering at me salaciously, “what do we have here? Aren’t you a pretty one?”“What do you want with me?” I ask them nervously.“What do we want?” He counters. “You were the one following us, not the other way around.”“I was just curious.” I lie, “I saw you taking those girls, I thought maybe something bad was happening, but I realize now I was wrong. I’ll leave you to go on your way.”I try to turn away, but a powerful hand clamps around my arm. “Oh no, it’s too late for that.” The man smirks, his nostrils flaring as he scents me. “You’re a clever one too, I see.” He chuckles, “Hiding your scent. Now it makes more sense. Only bottom-feeders go near the settlements. Is your little friend a mermaid in disguise too?”“No!” I half-shout, a

I spent the first thirteen years of my life in the Bloodstone territory, yet I’ve never seen an inch of the free territory. I knew only the pearl farms and the river which swept us to freedom.I’ve imagined it a thousand different ways, always assuming the blood money they wrought from the flesh of mermaids afforded the pack lives of unimaginable luxury. I wasn’t wrong, but I certainly didn’t picture this. As the truck rumbles through the city, I remain glued to the back window, trying to memorize the streets, the landmarks and route on the off chance we actually manage to pull off an escape. Luckily the shifters don’t seem to believe we’re capable of even contemplating saving ourselves, because they don’t try to stop me.My memory is incredibly sharp and if I can focus on navigation, I might stand a chance. However it is difficult, because everywhere I look my eyes want to leap out of my head. The bloodstone capital seems to have been built on the side of an active volcano. Silver bu

Caspian“My brother?” I repeat, stunned.“Honestly Caspian, I knew you were incompetant, but I never thought you were stupid.” James drawls. “Did you never wonder how there could be such a large age difference between siblings? Our grandmother was already thirty when she had mom, she was in her fifties by the time I came around - not exactly prime breeding years.”“They died before I was born.” I remind him, “I never knew the math.”My head is reeling, but I have to admit it makes sense. It would explain why my mother always treated him like a son, why she loved him so much more than she loved me. We were both her children, but he was the one she actually wanted.“Why lie about it?” I demand, “My father let her get away with everything, why lie about your relationship?”“It was never about your father.” James scoffs, “It was about mine. He would have taken me from her if he’d known I existed. She was nothing to him, just another she-wolf in a long line of conquests, but he never had o

CaspianChase and I are on the outskirts of Sangville when we sense we’re being followed.After killing mordred, a cold sort of determination took over me, an emotionless drive to finish the job no matter the cost. I knew if I let myself think about Viviane – about what might be happening to her this very moment – I would lose my ability to think about our situation objectively. Despite the fact that this was the most personal thing in the world to me, if I let my emotions rein as we planned our strategy, we would lose – and badly.So we arrived here and bega