Authors Of Paranormal Romance Novels & Stories

For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now. And for my romantasy readers, I also write dark fantasy romance under Penelope Barsetti. My newest release is The Death King, a necromancer intent on revenge...and will unalive anyone who touches his woman.

“I’m Madame Humphrey. Welcome to my shop! Can I help you find something?” “Um.” Kylee glanced at Price and echoed his question. “I’m not sure. What kind of shop is this?” “This is a spiritual shop, my dear.” “What?” Price jerked backwards, hitting his ribs on the corner of the glass countertop. “What do you mean?” Kylee asked. “Like, religion?” Price’s eyes were wide with what Kylee could only assume was fear. “Or, like, the occult?” Madame Humphrey laughed. “Not the occult. Spiritualism is a gathering of all beliefs. All the good that can be found in religions around the world.”

I cut him off. The words came out sharp and direct. I wasn't interested in preambles. I wasn't interested in carefully constructed sentences. I wanted a straight answer and I wanted it now. Eric looked at me for a moment. Then he nodded, like he had expected exactly that. "My name is Eric Carrington," he began, his voice dropping slightly, taking on a different weight entirely. "I run one of the largest criminal syndicates in this country. I control a network of underground operations across the city—the casinos, the clubs, the trafficking of weapons, territories, everything that moves in the dark in this city moves because I allow it to.”

Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Beware of typos and wrong grammar! PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME! His Luna Series 1: His Hunter Luna Status: On-Going Language: English Genre: Werewolf/Romance Written by: pinkfantaxxy Started: 08/22/24

I get a bit attached to the characters and the story, so I tend to slow down toward the end because I'm just NOT ready for it to come to a close. If you are new to me, thanks for taking a chance! I am so very happy to have you here. I'm a multi-genre author, but nothing beats shifter romance. I always come back to it! Please read the CWs and take care of your mental health. This book is very special to my heart and I hope you like it! The paperback will soon be available on my s h o p, but until then I hope you enjoy this small piece of my soul. At any time, if you find yourself struggling mentally, please take a step back. I appreciate you coming here, but at no time do I want you hurting y

It was now time to talk about the gloomy part of the story and I wanted to give her time to prepare her mind to accept it. “The day she died was the darkest day of our Pack, not only because she died that day but because several thousand people both men, women, and children fell alongside her. We were ambushed that night by some rogue werewolves we suspect are affiliated with Fire-blood Pack but we haven’t been able to gather substantial evidence to wipe their entire existence from the face of the earth. Most of the rogues we later found were all dead while the only one we found alive refused to give out the location and names of his sponsors no matter what we did to him.”

My laptop screen lit up into the dimness of my dorm room as I typed the same words again and again in the search bar: longing, physical ache, connection, bond, supernatural symptoms. I half expect nonsense, fanfiction, folklore, bullshit paranormal blogs. But the more I read, the more a horrifying pattern emerges. Werewolves, bonds and mates. The words burnt into my eyes like fire. It was simply ridiculous, I mean, I did not even believe in that kind of thing.

There are many ways that the coin can be used, but I have one route in mind. "I need to unleash a ghoul," I tell her. She laughs out loud and flips her stick-straight blonde hair over one shoulder. "A ghoul? Tyr, have you lost your mind?" Evelina knows a bit about the world of supernaturals and magic, but not everything. She grew up outside of it, in a human family. It wasn't until years after we began working together that I introduced her to the world that had been right under her nose all along.

"Oh." "Winter?" Gregory perks up. "Do you know where she is? Is she all right?" "I was hoping you could tell me," Nora sighs. Brynn presses her fingers to her lips. "She and Alec came back to save us, and we got separated at the school. I haven't seen them since then." The werewolf shifts into a man, and I recognize him as Professor Stills. "That means they're probably still there. How many other students are at Hawthorn?"

she would say, despite the fact that she was only three years older than I was. “What’s in it?” I would ask, persisting. “Werewolves are romantic creatures,” Mathilda would tell me. “Their stories are full of lust and love and things you’re too young to know about now.” My cheeks heated as I thought back to Xavier. To his mouth, hot and hungry against mine. They certainly were lustful creatures. But I still wished I’d had a chance to read those novels.