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Amara Drivas was treated as an outcast by the Crimson moon pack. It's been sixteen years of slavery and humiliation that she endured, thinking it was the right thing to do; to be grateful knowing that she—a half-human and a half-werewolf—was accepted to live with the pack after her human mother died when she gave birth of her. She felt indebted towards the pack to whom her father was loyal, so even though the place turned out to be like hell for her, she obeyed the Alpha and the full bloods. But as she grew older, she found herself questioning the apparent inequality and unjust rules of the higher ranks, including the Alpha. The night before her seventeenth birthday, a tragedy happened before her eyes. Her father Argus Drivas and the love of her life Killan Montreal, who did nothing but obey the Alpha,were killed by the warrior wolves. Amara's wrath was kindled. All her life, she thought that shifting into a wolf would be impossible—as most werewolves in the pack have concluded that she was a cursed child, a punishment by the Moon goddess to her parents—but at that unexpected moment, she transformed into a dangerous wolf. She never felt so powerful until that night she transformed. Rage and vengeance overpowered her that killing became so easy. She killed the warrior wolves in their house and then escaped to a faraway land where werewolves couldn't enter— in Drysdale, the territory of humans. As she lived in that place, she learned new things that Amara, herself, did not even realize during her stay in the Crimson moon pack for so many years. A realization that she wasn't cursed and the power that has given her by the Moon goddess turned out to be a wonderful blessing. What else would she figure out?

Amber lived a miserable life as the King's concubine. The king despised her while the queen envied her because of her beauty. The king thought she was just a scheming bitch while the queen felt insecure with her presence. The queen poisoned her bringing about her early demise and the king simply turned a blind eye to her death. Luckily, life gave her a second chance and she promised to live a free life. She wasn't even interested in revenge but the future had a different plan for her.

Embark on an enchanting journey through the realms of Aqualearia in "Merturned." In this captivating tale, two extraordinary mermaid sisters, Madissa and Nerissa, find their lives interwoven with Bryan and Joe, two marine biologists from the human world. Their worlds collide as they discover the existence of mythical creatures and embark on an adventure that defies belief. Madissa, bound by tradition and responsibility, yearns for freedom beyond the constraints of her underwater kingdom. Nerissa, driven by curiosity and compassion, embraces the mysteries of the ocean with an open heart. Bryan and Joe, dedicated scientists, stumble upon the mermaids and are propelled into a world they never thought possible. Leaving behind the familiar shores of the human realm, Bryan and Joe venture into the depths of Aqualearia, where science and myth converge. In Tritania's hidden kingdom, their paths entwine with Madissa and Nerissa, forming an unlikely bond that challenges the boundaries between land and sea. As love blossoms and secrets unravel, the story explores themes of bravery, sacrifice, and the indomitable power of the human heart. Through treacherous tides and forbidden encounters, the characters are tested in ways they never imagined. Their journey unearths the true essence of wonder, discovery, and the unbreakable bonds that transcend myth and reality. "Merturned" is a mesmerizing fusion of mythical allure and scientific exploration. With its richly imagined world, compelling characters, and themes of unity and discovery, this tale invites readers to dive deep into the depths of Aqualearia and embark on a transcendent adventure that will leave them spellbound.

Amara Voss doesn’t just kill, she survives. Viktor Dragovic doesn’t just rule, he dominates. Neither of them gives a damn about love, but when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and the chaos gets personal. Her blade is sharp, his heart is ice, and together they’re a ticking time bomb.   But the past has a way of screwing things up. Blood-soaked secrets and betrayals refuse to stay buried, dragging them into a mess that could tear them apart. Yet every crimson kiss pulls them deeper into a passion they can’t escape, no matter how dangerous it gets.  

Forced to return to the past and then venture back into the realms of the dark lord to save her friend, Esmerelda faces loss, love, and a new awakening in this final installment of the Esmerelda Sleuth Series. Filled with excitement, love, loss, time travel, family dynamics, dimension hopping, and a few vampires, this is the completion of a story that you won't want to miss.

I stood at the edge of Ironwood territory, boots sinking into mud as cold seeped through my coat. I hated being this close to their land. It smelled like wet dog, testosterone, and trouble. “You’re late, witch.” The voice hit low and deep, vibrating through the ground before it reached my ears. I didn’t flinch. I refused to give him that. I turned slowly, amethyst eyes narrowing as I found him at the tree line. Guilermo Santander. He stepped into the gray light, rain sliding off his broad frame. Six-foot-five of pure menace. Dark hair plastered to his forehead, silver streaks catching the gloom, and those amber eyes—burning straight through me. “I’m not late,” I said calmly, though my pulse spiked. “You wolves just don’t understand patience.” He stopped three feet away. My skin prickled as the runes along my ribs flared hot, reacting to the dense magic rolling off him. Suffocating. Intoxicating. “And you witches don’t understand territory,” Guilermo said. He didn’t sound feral. He sounded tired—like a man carrying a century of weight on deceptively young shoulders. He leaned in and sniffed near my neck. I stiffened. “You smell like sage and burnt sugar,” he murmured, voice dropping, darker now. “It’s giving me a headache.” “Then stop breathing,” I snapped. One corner of his mouth lifted, a flash of sharp canine. “Make me.” The air between us snapped tight. My magic stirred, violet haze curling from my fingertips without permission, brushing the leather of his jacket. He didn’t pull away. He leaned closer. And standing there in the freezing rain with a man who could tear my throat out, I realized two things: Elder Sibal was wrong—Guilermo wasn’t a monster to be chained. And I was in serious trouble.