Frankie Bug

One reckless night. That was all it was supposed to be. For Elara Vane, it was a desperate escape from a life that was already crumbling. But by morning, she was gone leaving nothing behind but a memory and a scent Adrian Knight couldn't scrub from his mind. A year later, Elara is a ghost of her former self. Her parents are dead, her fortune is a memory, and she’s trapped in a "marriage" that feels more like a prison cell. Her uncle treats her like a pawn; her husband treats her like an inconvenience. Desperate for a way out, she lands a temporary job at the most powerful firm in the city. She thinks she’s safe. She thinks she’s hidden behind a new name and new character. She’s wrong. Adrian Knight hasn't forgotten the woman he calls "Cherry." He hasn't forgotten her face, her fire, or the way she vanished. Now that she’s walked back into his lair, he has no intention of letting her go again. But as Adrian pulls Elara into his dark, possessive world, secrets begin to bleed out. Why does he have a child’s toy in his office? Who is the boy he speaks of with such fierce protection? And why does Elara’s "husband" look more like a criminal than a partner? In a world of fake contracts and blood-soaked legacies, Elara is about to find out that the man she’s terrified of might be the only one holding the truth about the child she thought she lost forever.

Sage Joyner is reborn and given a second chance at life. In her previous life, she spent eight years of her life madly in love with Ian Holcomb. But all she got in return was a divorce certificate and a terrible death in a mental institution. Now that she's been reborn, the first thing she wants to do is divorce Ian! At first, Ian is as cold and disdainful as always. "Don't even dream of threatening me with a divorce. I don't have time for your tantrums!" After the divorce, Sage's career sets off, and countless outstanding men surround her. That's when Ian loses his cool. He pins Sage to the wall and says, "I was wrong, babe. Let's remarry …" Sage looks icy. "Thanks, but no thanks. I no longer have love on the brain."

"Skylar, here's a hundred for the breakup. Don't crawl back." Mack flung the bill at my face like he was doing charity work. "Winona's the Frostmoon Pack's Beta's daughter. She'll save me twenty years of hustle. You? Still drowning in student loans." I eyed Winona's designer bag—logo halfway printed like it gave up mid-stitch. "You're sure this is a breakup?" "Locked in. Engagement party's tonight at Lunara Estate. You can crash if you want a pity plate. Might be your only shot inside." Door slammed. I turned to the hot wolf crouched by the ditch, mid-bite on a rabbit leg. "Hundred bucks. I'm renting you for two hours." He arched a brow, blood slick on his lips. "That's cute. But for that price? You're barely getting a paw."

My Alpha, Ryan Larson, had never once acknowledged me as his mate. On my birthday, I was kidnapped by rogues and poisoned with wolfsbane. I was still carrying Ryan's pup. In agony, I reached out to him through our mind-link. "Fiona had a nightmare. I only came to keep her company. You're pulling tricks again! It's disgusting," he yelled impatiently. My organs felt like they were being shredded apart. At that moment, I finally gave up all hope for him. With the last of my strength, I sent him one final message through our mind-link. "Ryan. Let the Moon Goddess be my witness. You will lose the one you love forever!"

I broke my leg in a car accident last week and had been stuck at home recovering, unable to go anywhere. Just as I was starting to go stir-crazy, a couple moved into the house next door—the one that had been empty for ages. I pressed my ear to the wall, catching every sound of them making love, and even recorded quite a bit. Still, I never expected something so sinister to happen. The man next door sounded exactly like my dead husband! I moved my phone closer to the wall and listened carefully. Suddenly, a scream exploded through the wall. “Lindy, you’ll die for this!” My scalp went numb. My husband was mute. The only time he ever spoke in his life… was the night I forced his head into a bucket of water. How did the man next door know my husband’s last words before he died?

~“Hello, Daniel.” The man growled as his lips contorted into a twisted grin. Daniel’s eyes widened as he backed up a bit. There was something eerie about this man which gave him the creeps. “ Who are you and how do you know me?” He said fearfully. T he man chuckled darkly and Daniel noticed a sudden change in the atmosphere. For some reason the air around him began to feel chilly. “How do I know you?” The man smiled. “Lets just say I’ve known you since you were born. And as for who I am?....” The man walked slowly and stealthily towards Daniel. He removed his hood to reveal an angular face with a permed hairstyle. His nose was pointed and his eyes were sharp with red glowing irises. “Let’s just say I’m your debt collector. You have something I want, Boy. And I have come to take it!” ~ Daniel Johnson is a university student hunted by an ancient powerful vampire,Luke, who isn't after his blood, but after something something Daniel was born with. Along the way, Daniel meets a mysterious female,Annabelle who is around his age but also affliated with the vampire after him. What is that thing within Daniel that Luke wants? Who is Annabelle? Is she a friend...or a foe?