Dawn Loves Ash Novels & Stories

Book 1 - His Mate Book 2 - His Mate: The Demon King Book 3 - His Mate - Prince Asher "I know you are there," she said, her heart beating loud in her chest as her eyes searched frantically around. "I can...sense you." She added, hoping that might just scare whoever of whatever that was following her. She sighed, waiting for an answer or a noise, or anything that would just alert her of the ubiquitous presence with her. However, when a long time passed and nothing happened -the trees were still as still as they were and the moonlight shone as brightly- she counted from one to ten and turned to continue on her walk but she stopped frozen when she came face to face with the biggest wolf she had ever seen. Her heart jumped out of her chest when her eyes locked with it's red ones. A late run in the woods one night brought Asher to human teenagers camping in the woods. A flitting thought to see what they were up to brought him face to face to someone he never thought he would meet. She was not pretty and wasn't even the average of his taste in women but there was something about her that seemed to pull him and seemed to calm his raging demon. But apart from that was something else, something that screamed danger and might ruin all his years of effort.

My husband's true love sets my home on fire when she learns I'm pregnant. She wants me to burn to death. I don't cry for help. Instead, I drag my unconscious mother-in-law to her feet and try to get us to safety. In my past life, I screamed for help while trapped in the flames. My husband came to save his mother and me. His true love wanted to prove that she was more important than me, so she ran back into the fire. She later died due to severe burns. After her death, my husband said she deserved it for being an arsonist. He treated me with the utmost love and care. But after my child's birth, he sacrificed her at his true love's grave. "The love of my life is dead because of you and your mother! You can repent for your sins in hell!" I die with him in a moment of despair. When I open my eyes again, I find myself back in the sea of flames.

Ashbound Moon is a paranormal werewolf romance about fate, rejection, and the power that refuses to stay buried. On the night her bond is meant to be celebrated, Aria Marrow is publicly rejected by the Alpha Heir—only for the sacred Moonwater to turn black, marking her as something far more dangerous than “unwanted.” Hunted by the pack that raised her and betrayed by the destiny that named her, Aria flees through an ancient gate into rogue territory beneath an eclipsed moon. There, a ruthless, controlled rogue with molten-gold eyes recognizes the truth: the Moon didn’t choose Aria to belong to someone—it chose her to end something. Now Aria must survive pack politics, broken bonds, and a growing power awakening inside her… while the one who rejected her refuses to let her go, and the rogue who protects her may be the only one who can teach her what she truly is.

Usually nothing separates the popular from the nobodies like family wealth and status. But what would happen if no one knew who you were? if they judged according to appearance and you became lost in the crowd at will? you felt comfortable with who you are, but because of bullies and schemes you were forced out of your inner shell. On the other hand, what if you were Mr. popular. Quarterback of the school's football team, dating the hot and spicy cheer-captain while both your families were highly respectable members in the business circle. What if you never wanted any of those things? Join the journey of Erika Stevens, the wealthy nobody that was dragged into the light against her will as she unexpectedly "Crashed-Into-Love" with the one trying to escape the scene of fame... Jeremy Adams. The teens that wanted a normal life, a fair chance to live and the freedom to choose their path to love.

My brother came back from his heir-training course convinced he was destined to marry an ultra-wealthy heiress. He took my car and tried to crash into the rear of Wendy Hewitt's vehicle. That girl was a top heiress in Greateast's elite circle, and my brother wanted to set up a chance encounter with her. I slammed on the brakes and told him the Hewitts were no fools. If my brother were to crash into that car, it would ruin our whole family's finances and then some. Wendy eventually held a grand wedding that shook the whole nation. My brother was consumed by jealousy. He insisted he would have been the groom if I had not stopped him that day. That resentment festered into hatred. In the end, my brother drove his car straight into me. I died. … When my eyes snapped open again, I found myself back in the passenger seat—back on the very day my brother tried to create that so-called chance encounter. A smug smile tugged at his lips as his eyes stayed fixed on the car ahead. "The moment Wendy sees me, I'll have her heart. And then I'll ditch this scrap metal." I didn't stop him this time. My brother stepped on the gas and crashed straight into the 50-million-dollar supercar.

Drenched in mud, I've just climbed down the scaffolding and started munching on a cold piece of stale bread when a luxury car speeds past me, effectively drenching me in muddy water. The car window on the driver's side is quickly lowered. A sleazy guy hurls a pack of cigarettes in my face the next moment. "Hey, peasant! This is a reward for you! I got really lucky today, after all!" While I pick up the cigarette pack silently, the man happens to be boasting loudly to the woman sitting in the front passenger seat. "My brother-in-law really is an idiot! He seriously thinks that my sister has a terminal disease! He went to the black market last night night just to sell his blood in exchange for 200 thousand dollars' worth of surgical fees! I end up winning double in the casino with that money of his! "My sister told me that once that idiot gets his hands on the work injury compensation, she'll divorce him right away and buy me a new home!" I grip the bread so hard that it crumples in my hand. After all, my wife, Estella Wilson, was just diagnosed with "late-stage stomach cancer" yesterday. Suddenly, I feel my phone buzzing in my pocket. It's a voice message from Estella. "Hubby, it hurts so much going through the chemotherapy! The doctor told me that I'd be eligible for better medication if we could cough up another 200 thousand dollars. Can you please plead to the foreman and borrow some money from him?"

I try seducing my fiance, Vernon Floyd, 999 times. But even when I'm shirtless, his only concern is whether I'm cold. I assume that Vernon is a traditional guy, who wants to do it until we're married. But on the day of our anniversary, I discover that he has secretly booked a hotel famous for couples' getaways in the city. That night, I arrive at the VIP suite full of hope. In the end, all I see is Vernon and his childhood sweetheart passionately kissing each other as the crowd cheers. I wait outside the VIP suite for a long time. Finally, I understand that he doesn't love me. After leaving the hotel, I call my family. "Dad, I don't want to marry Vernon anymore. I want to marry Dylan instead!" Dad spits out his coffee and says, "Avril, Mr. Walker got into a car accident a few years ago. I heard that he's impotent. If you marry him, you won't have any children!" By then, I am already disheartened. "It doesn't matter whether I have children or not."

Ivana discovered she was to get married to Asher Jackson, the renowned top billionaire in the country. Her Father, Philip had a major issue in his company and it was on the verge of shutting down. He needed an investment and he reached out to his business partners, but they gave him excuses till he reached out to his billionaire friend who is also a known popular business man Andrew Jackson. Andrew Jackson only agreed to help him with the investment only if he could form a marriage alliance with Asher Jackson, his billionaire son who owns a multinational company to get married to his first daughter Ivana. Philip agreed to the marriage arrangement without his daughter's agreement. Ivana, his daughter and his wife Cassie were not happy with the decision he made. Ivana was in love with Raymond, her boyfriend who she met in college, and her step mother Cassie, was not happy her daughter Anna was not chosen to be Asher's bride. Ivana rushed to inform her boyfriend Raymond, who is a CEO of a company she works with. She has been in a relationship for 3 years and he has proposed to her. On getting to his apartment she received a shock by catching Raymond and her step sister naked, having sex on his bed. She was heartbroken. She made up her mind to get back at Raymond and Anna for betraying her . She decided to get married to Asher Jackson. Raymond came begging for her and she still loves him. Will she go back to Raymond despite his betrayal? Will Asher's ex lover Hailey try to come between her and Asher? Will she try to get away from the marriage to be with Raymond? Will she open her heart to love once again?

Gabe Hunter, CEO of one of the biggest Advertisement agents in the US, a family run business. He is , rich and arrogant. The kind of man most women swoon over, but Aubrey Winters isn't most women. She disliked him the moment they met, and she doesn't care that he is the CEO of where she works. He isn't her biggest fan either because she isn't like other women. She is fiesty, confident and independent. Gabe is used to people doing as they tell him, something it isn't so easy when it comes to Aubrey. But what does it matter, right? They don't see each other often, and that is how she likes it, so when Gabe decided to take the lead on a new project, a project that Aubrey has been chosen to work on, she soon finds herself spending more time with him than she would like. Aubrey soon finds herself clashing with the CEO. Will their time together make them dislike each other more, or will the time they have to spend together change things? Is their hatred for each other honest or masking something else, something stronger...

My mother fell critically ill and was rushed to the hospital. Desperate, I knelt before my fiancé—the department's chief surgeon—and begged him to take charge of her operation. But outside the ICU, he was carefully tending to a scraped knee. Lucy Wendell's scraped knee, to be exact. Just as I was drowning in hopelessness, Cameron Mitchell—the hospital director and my childhood friend—pushed open the operating room doors and handed me a marriage proposal. "Marry me, and I'll personally perform your mother's surgery." With trembling hands, I signed my name, clinging to the last shred of hope that she could be saved. But she never made it through that stormy night. Cameron handled all the funeral arrangements himself, and our wedding proceeded as scheduled. Seven years later, in the hushed silence of the hospital archives, I overheard Cameron speaking with the deputy director. "Cameron, why did you transfer your mother-in-law's organ to Lucy's mother during that surgery? Weren't you afraid of getting caught?" "I owed Lucy," he replied. "If I hadn't hesitated back then, Lucy never would've chosen medical aid work in Africa… and her mother wouldn't have fallen ill from the grief."