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The Last Wolfe is a dark mafia romance about two enemies who fall in love without knowing they are enemies. Raven Wolfe is the last survivor of her family. Eight years ago, the Vlad family murdered her parents, her brothers, her uncles, her cousins. She survived because she was not home that night. Now she hunts the men who destroyed her life. She has no names. No faces. She has been chasing shadows for eight years. Fenris Vlad is the son of Dante Vlad, the man who ordered the massacre. He has spent years searching for the last heir of the Wolfe family. He does not know what she looks like. He only knows she exists. They meet by chance at a charity gala. She is there because her boss told her to network. He is there because his father ordered him to attend. Their eyes meet across the room. Something sparks between them. He pursues her. She lets him. Partly for the mission. Partly because she cannot help herself. She learns about his past slowly. His mother's death. His father's cruelty. The guilt he carries. He learns about her even slower. She has been lying for eight years. She is careful. But the truth has a way of slipping out. When Raven discovers that Fenris was present during her family's massacre, her world shatters. She walks away. He hunts for her. He finds her. The truth comes out. Dante Vlad orders her death. Fenris chooses her over his father. He kills Dante to save her. The story ends with Fenris walking away from the empire. They leave the city together. They start a new life. No contracts. No threats. Just love. The Last Wolfe is approximately 105,000 words. Dark romance. Mafia. Enemies to lovers. Adult content.

Merida was a certified black sheep of the family. She loves to hear her grandmother's story about fairies, dragons, pirates and princesses and her favorite was the tale about the legendary pirate named Escarial, and a Princess called Athalia. Listening to her grandma’s folktales was her routine all throughout her eighteen years of existence. That’s why when her grandmother died without having at least a last talk with her, she turned badly depressed. She didn’t go to school at all, and just stayed in her grandmother’s room to lock herself away from the rest of the world. Three days after her grandmother’s funeral, strange things happened in her room. The painting her old woman often gazed on suddenly moved and glowed. She succumbed to it, helpless, and had nothing to do to save herself because of the force that was beyond overwhelming. The next thing she knew, she was in North Sonnenfield. What’s more shocking to her was the name she’s called as by her servants; Princess Athalia—the heir of the throne, and the only daughter of King Eldar of North Sonnenfield. She was in awe, because she remembered that King Eldar was the character in the story. The palace where she found herself lost was the same place where the brave princess who ventured the dangerous sea had lived. She loves being in a Sonnenfield. However, she knew to herself that the day will come when she would wake up from a dream. But life always has a twist because Captain Escarial came to the scene. She expects that he will be gentleman just like pirate captain in the book. But to her horror, this Captain Escarial is snobbish, rude and proud. Oh, how she hates him!

Robert Blackwell promised to marry me, then postponed it thirty-eight times. The fifth time, a car crash broke eight of his ribs, and I signed seven critical-condition notices. The tenth time, on the way to get our marriage license, he and the car were thrown into the sea, and his suit was torn apart by sharks. By the thirty-eighth time, his heart disease had worsened and his life was hanging by a thread. Eight months pregnant, I changed flights three times and flew twenty-three hours across half the world to find him. When the door opened, a little boy who looked exactly like him lifted his face and said, "I thought Mom was back." Robert rushed out barefoot, panic written all over his face. I turned around and saw my best friend of twelve years standing behind me with a key in her hand. The little boy ran to her and threw himself into her arms, calling her Mom. So the fiance I had waited seven years for was my best friend's secret husband all along. "I will not wait through these thirty-eight near-death weddings anymore." "Robert, I do not want you either."

Wild, unrestrained, and ruthless. A dangerous man you wouldn't wish to encounter. Keyller Rafe Hayes bestowed the title Earl of Ulster at a young age, but experienced downfall at 18. His entire family, together with the butlers and all the staff in the palace was mercilessly killed on the day of his birthday. War broke out and rebels succeeded in forcing Keyller to escape and left the place he called home. The tragedy has caused Keyller to become as merciless and cold as ice. He lost interest in the opposite sex because his family's killers were women. He tracked down the people behind the murder of his entire family to avenge them but instead, he found Foedus-a secret organization where he found help and allies. Could Foedus be his way to take back what is his mine? or it is the reason that will force him to put himself inside a body bag?

Beatrice is back to face her greatest threat since. . .well, the last time! In Cooper’s Cove a hapless team of archaeologists unleash the vengeful spirit of a 16th Century witch on the sleepy seaside town of Dorsal Finn. Hexes and curses fly as Beatrice and her friends must find out what links the appearance of this incredible foe and The Spirit of the Ocean, a super-yacht hosting the biggest celebrity charity event the town has ever seen. As the population of Dorsal Finn succumbs to witchcraft, so Beatrice must gate-crash the party with her motley-crew of friends and allies in the hope of stopping the witch's sinister plan, and save everyone from endless oblivion. . . Again. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

To save the merfolk from slaughter, I seduced the vampire lord himself-Lazarus. He still loved me after all. For three days and three nights, he drowned himself in my body, unwilling to let me out of his arms for even a second. I roused from the haze of fleeting bliss, only to have a searing, corrosive liquid poured mercilessly over my head. "You with eternal healing can taste the sting of agony？" "Yet your trivial suffering pales in comparison to the loss of my kin you brought upon me. It is nothing at all!" "This is merely the beginning. Refuse to reveal where my parents lie hidden, and you shall never break free from this castle." He was convinced that I alone had destroyed everything he held dear. Holding the entire merfolk’s lives hostage, he confined me within the castle. Time and again, he tore open my chest by force, wrenching out my pearl of the mer, feeding its essence to Isolde to mend her frail flesh. He condemned me to sleepless nights, forcing me to cleanse the filth he left behind. Barefoot, I was made to dance the mermaid’s lament upon razor-sharp silver blades, writhing in pain to lull Isolde into slumber. Later, Isolde feigned a pregnancy. Driven by false tenderness for her, Lazarus took to slicing chunks of my immortal mermaid flesh with cold blades, brewing them into nourishing potions for her. Hatred for me burned deep in his bones, yet whenever I was on the brink of death, he would still force his own blood down my throat to keep me alive. "You presume too much on my lingering love for you, choosing silence over the truth, do you not? Aurora… tell me, what became of my parents?" I endured in silence, bearing witness to his love torn between hatred and longing. Soon, I would no longer need to guard that fatal secret. For a mermaid who dwells on land for three years shall wither and perish, severed from the sea that gives her life. Only three days remained until my final breath.