Kinkajou Wings Of Fire

Pearl Jane could only run away from her destiny so far. Her past always finds her in the end. However, the past had sent her three obnoxious werewolf warriors to return her to their realm. But she needed to keep her secrets hidden for a little longer. How hard could it be? She only needs to pretend to assist these handsome lycans in finding the person they are looking for while keeping the truth hidden from them. It was a reasonable ploy. Yet, falling in love with the three horny werewolves was never on her bucket list. Let alone allowing them to witness her game of Love and Fire. Not to mention assisting them in their search for a powerful alchemist. Just wait until they realize she is the alchemist they were looking for.

You think that iron gate was the warning? Baby, that was just the foreplay. Fire and Fang only gets hotter, dirtier, and far more dangerous from here. Lily isn’t just wandering into a dark estate—she’s about to be devoured. Link is all muscle, ink, and a mouth that promises ruin. And when he takes her? It’s not sweet—it’s filthy, rough, and fucking addictive. But she won’t just be his. Salma’s hands? Her mouth? They’ll show Lily just how good it feels to be wanted by more than one. To be touched everywhere—together. This isn’t about falling in love. This is about being worshipped, owned, wrecked. About waking up dripping, breathless, still aching for more. If you’re ready for bodies crashing, teeth sinking, and heat that doesn’t let up—keep turning the pages. Because, darling, the real sin is just getting started.

When a dating scandal comes to haunt Gold, a famous artist all over the world, memories from seven years ago flood his mind--making him realize that perhaps, he had never liked women at all.

COMPLETED!!!! The past and present are on a collision course, when the fates of two women, born hundreds of years apart, intertwine in a story of magic and the power of love... In the present, Faye Bennet, haunted by dreams of a woman burning at the stake, returns to the village of her childhood, to seek answers and escape an abusive marriage. Unbeknownst to her, her return will awaken the vengeance of an evil, hundreds of years old and she will have to face the truth buried deep in her soul. 230 years earlier, Mathilda, mother, wife and witch, fights to protect her coven and her young daughter from a demonic entity, parading as a warrior of God and in doing so, puts her own life at risk. How far will she go to protect the ones that she loves? Little does either Faye or Mathilda know, but their stories will entwine through the threads of time, sending both of them hurtling towards danger and perhaps a chance to undo an ancient evil, once and for all.

My body wasn't obeying me. The beep sharpened, I cringed but could not block them. I felt a soft hand on my forehead. I batted my eyes, tears felt trailing down. The ad face of my mother emerged. I forced a smile. I love her, she's a good mother. She takes care of us, though she couldn't take care of herself. Now I believe it could be that woman behind my mother's condition, the one who cursed me.

Normal is overrated; that’s what my mom always said. My mom didn’t know the half of it. For 23 years, I thought my biggest problem was being an adopted child of a single mom in a tiny house, then I burst into flames. My first thought was mental breakdown, but that didn’t explain the fact that real flames were put out by real firefighters, so I fled to the city. The plan had been to check myself into a mental hospital, but I’d been too afraid, so I looked for a temporary job while I worked up the courage. My first interview is where things really went off the deep end. I found myself submerged in a world of monsters, and I was one of them. By my 24th birthday, I would supposedly be set into my immortality, with supernatural powers and all. With not one, but two handsome immortals watching out for me, hatred and hostility still lurked around every corner.

What's that saying about never looking a gift horse in the mouth? Well, I did. I looked it straight in the eyes, after I called it a moron, drooled a little, remembered I hate the oposite sex and then I ran. The life I have had changed the moment my mother passed. The life I struggled to adapt to after college tore me apart emotionally. I thought he was my saviour. He helped me grieve. He was there when I didn't want him to be, when I didn't know I needed him to be. He was everywhere and nowhere all at the same time. He fought my demons with me and for me, he watched me and over me. He creeped me out, but made me feel safe in many ways, so tell me why this specific gift came with only one stipulation. Who hurt me? The gift horse would be Lorenzo Russo. Empire builder and underground Mafia man. He's a smart man with good charms and psychopathic tendencies who ensures he gets what he wants, so he doesn't take kindly to being told no. By me.

HIS TOUCH, HER FIRE 🔥 --- Synopsis: She was the fire he never saw coming. He was the storm she was never meant to survive. Evelyn Grace Carter lives in a world of dirt roads, stubborn horses, and southern skies. She’s proud of her simple roots and fierce independence—until a twist of fate drags her into the ruthless world of the Romanos, New York’s most powerful and scandalous family. Damien Romano is one of the infamous triplets—wealthy, cold, and devastatingly magnetic. He lives in a glass empire of power plays, designer suits, and forbidden pleasures. But when he crosses paths with a wild, sharp-tongued country girl who wants nothing to do with his empire, his world ignites in ways he never expected. They begin as enemies—clashing over business, pride, and the sparks neither of them can control. But in the shadows of city towers and under moonlit skies, desire turns to obsession, and hate melts into hunger. Their love is a dangerous rebellion—threatened by secrets, family wars, and the world that says they should never be. But some flames aren’t meant to be tamed. Some touches are forever. His Touch, Her Fire is a steamy, enemies-to-lovers romance about two hearts colliding in a world that burns too hot to survive. --

‘Touch her. Claim her. She is ours. Claim her!’ His wolf, Varn, thundered through his mind. Then— “I reject you, Servant number 16, as my mate.” Prince Lucien smirked, “The moon goddess must be indeed out of her mind to mate me with a lowlife like you. I command you to accept this rejection!” “I accept.” As a nameless slave in the Moonrage Pack, Nyssa knew her place—silent and invisible until the night of the prince’s engagement when fate dared to whisper that she was more than a nameless slave but his. Prince Lucien’s mate Instead of claiming her, he rejects her to protect his crown and image. Rejected and ordered to be killed, Nyssa was left to die. Or so they thought. Resurrected by the moon goddess, the nameless slave was given a name and a purpose. A new life with the same face, she wasn’t servant number 16 anymore, she was now Nyssa Wales, the messenger of the moon goddess, sent on a mission back to earth. When Nyssa steps back into his world, she was no longer the nameless slave he once knew. She has come for vengeance. Now she’s the woman who could destroy him… or save him. "You own me, Nyssa. Every part of me belongs to you" "I'm yours. Completely" What happens when the mate you thought you lost forever comes back stronger, angrier, and no longer yours?

In a world where werewolves hide in plain sight, Lyra Blackthorn, a fierce and independent alpha’s daughter, is forced into an arranged mating with Kael Thornwyn, the ruthless heir of a rival pack—one responsible for the death of her brother. Their union is meant to end decades of bloodshed, but hatred burns hotter than peace. Despite their initial loathing, sparks ignite between them. Kael’s cold demeanor begins to crack, revealing a tormented soul haunted by a dark past. Lyra, torn between duty and vengeance, struggles with feelings she never expected to have for the man she swore to hate. Join the thrilling journey which will make you hold your breath.