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Here we have book two in the Freya Rose series.She was stalked by a deranged vampire, now Freya's werewolf boyfriend Tristan and his pack have been attacked by her stalker. Some of the pack blame Freya and she can't help but agree with them. With Tristan in a coma at the hospital, and believing that she's the cause of it all, Freya runs away.She met a mysterious stranger, and the connection between them was impossible to fight.Wracked with guilt, Freya runs from the stranger, but he has answers about what she is.Will she be able to resist Mason when he presents her with the opportunity to finally know what she's turning into?Will Tristan survive and fight for his girl? Or will he die, leaving Freya heartbroken and banished from her home?Book three is called Honored By A Hunter.

Freya Rose has an epic fight ahead of her, but she's ready for it. Coming up against fallen angel Azael isn't going to be easy, but with her pack of hybrids beside her, she feels confident that victory will be hers. But as we know from past experience, nothing in Freya's life ever goes to plan, and I have a feeling that now is going to be no different.In this fifth episode of the Freya Rose series, we meet some new fantastical characters, and we lose some much-loved ones too. With plenty of drama, humor, and new love interests, I doubt you're going to want to miss what happens next.In this book, we also have a character called Lucy popping in for a visit. Lucy is from the Angels and Demons series written by the amazing J.C. Seal. She has collaborated with me and helped me add in some new excitement, and possibly a happily ever after for one of my characters.I know right!? A happily ever after, in my series? I hear poor Freya asking, "what's one of those?"Anywho, jump into the next instalment of the Freya Rose series to find answers to many of the questions you had at the end of Heartbroken By A Hunter.

“I have some trash to take out.” Hailey’s faint smile didn’t reach her eyes as she turned towards her best friend.“Will you help me, Iris?” Iris pouts in confusion, she had no idea what Hailey meant. “ Trash?What are you talking about?” “You can help me take out my trash right?” Hailey remained persistent. “You’re my best friend Iris…you’ll help me, won't you?” What Iris didn’t know was that Hailey wasn’t talking about garbage, she was talking about betrayal! ******************************** Betrayed by the two people she least expected;her husband and her best friend. Trapped in a loveless marriage, poisoned in secret, and discarded like she was nothing. Hailey thought her story had ended in cold blood and regret. But death wasn't the end,it was only the beginning. Reborn with the knowledge and scars of her past life,she has only one mission; take back her life and destroy theirs. This time,she won't be the naive woman who lost everything…she'll be the mastermind pulling the strings.And when revenge comes, it won't just be sweet…it will be devastating! Yet, fate has its own cruel twists, and as Hailey reshapes her destiny, she finds herself caught in a battle of love, betrayal, and power that could cost her everything once more.

After an attack by rogues, Angel, at the age of 6, was orphaned by his mother and was sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left but a beautiful boy with blond hair and light eyes, tall, strong, and athletic. After a rogue attack, Angel loses his mother. At the age of 6, he is sent by his father to live with his uncle in England. Behind, he leaves the alpha's children, his best friends. After 12 years, when he finally returned to the pack that saw him born, Angel was no longer the little kid who left but a beautiful boy with blond hair and light eyes, tall, strong, and athletic. The life changes that he had made were not easy. Choosing between his uncle's pack, the school he attended, the human boyfriend he had left behind, and the pack where the father who didn't love him was the Beta, where a more rural life awaited him, left him on edge. Everything becomes more complicated when the friend who turned his back on him, hurting him and making him cry when he was only five years old, introduces himself as his mate. Will Angel accept all the changes that life brings or give up and return to England and the arms of his human boyfriend? This is the story of an Angel: not an angel with wings but one full of love in his heart.

Samael is reeling after being rejected by Freya. His vampire rage has taken over and the love he once felt for her has been replaced with fury. Freya has enough on her plate without having a vengeful vampire ex warpath path. Can Freya defeat her enemies and reconcile with Samael? Or will she be Sacrificed By A Sire King?

Sebastion Jones is a 28-year-old CEO of the company which he inherited from his father at the age of 21. He studied, worked and arrived where he is now, with perseverance and at the expense of his youth. Theodore Hanson is the youngest son of a wealthy family, who puts money in his account and kicks his ass when he confesses to being gay. Both are lonely. Both are very different, and yet they have so much in common. When they meet, Sebastian feels an enormous desire to help the boy, and Theo only wishes that Sebastian was gay. As circumstances brought them closer, Sebastian felt confusion set in. That kid messed with him more than he wanted to believe. He had been a womanizer, not a gay. What he felt for the kid was nothing more than affection, he thought from the height of his heterosexuality. What will happen when you bring together a loner who lives surrounded by gold diggers and a boy who is desperately looking for someone that loves him?

Mi amigo de la infancia prometió casarse conmigo una vez que alcanzáramos la edad adecuada —pero en mi ceremonia de boda, él le dio el anillo a mi hermanastra, Sol Huarte. En ese tiempo, era Víctor Lowell, el temible heredero de la mafia, quien me había salvado anunciando públicamente que me había amado por años. Durante los cinco años de matrimonio, él cumplía cada deseo que yo tenía, incluso aquellos que mencionaba de manera casual. Yo realmente creía que era el centro de su mundo. Todo eso cambió cuando me topé con folder clasificado mientras limpiaba su repisa de libros. La primera página era un archivo sobre Sol, con tres palabras en rojo impresas en negrita: “Prioridad de protección.” Le seguía un reporte de misión que yo conocía demasiado bien. En la noche de la misión, hubo un atentado en mi contra. Mi sangre casi se derramó por completo antes de que me salvaran. Cuando desperté en el hospital, descubrí que había perdido a un bebé que no sabía que estaba esperando. Lloré amargamente en los brazos de Víctor, pero no le hablé del bebé. No quería que se preocupara más por mí. Ahora, finalmente me doy cuenta —Sol también había sido atacada esa noche, y las órdenes de Víctor habían sido: “Salven primero a Sol.” Mis lágrimas mojaron el papel, corriendo la escritura. —Está bien —dije suavemente, pero con firmeza en el silencio—. Si mi matrimonio ha sido toda una mentira, voy a desaparecer de su vida. Para siempre.

Avant le mariage, j'ai découvert que j'étais enceinte de plus de deux mois. Clément Rousseau, légèrement ivre, a caressé mon ventre en plaisantant : « Chloé Martin, je ne suis pas prêt à être père, on ne pourrait pas garder cet enfant, d'accord ? » J'ai répondu calmement, le cœur déjà vide : « D'accord. » Dans ma vie précédente, j'avais insisté pour garder cet enfant, tandis qu'Élise Morel avait fait une fausse couche et ne pouvait plus tomber enceinte. Clément m'en avait voulu à cause de cela et m'avait traitée avec une froideur extrême après notre mariage. Et même mon fils, que j'avais mis au monde après un accouchement difficile frôlant la mort, avait pleuré en réclamant Élise comme sa mère. Plus tard, après un accident de voiture et une hémorragie, le père et le fils m'avaient dépassée sans un regard. Ils s'étaient précipités pour assister à l'accouchement d'Élise. À l'étage, j'avais perdu tout mon sang et j'étais morte. En bas, ils avaient agité des bâtons lumineux pour fêter ensemble l'arrivée d'une nouvelle vie. Dans cette nouvelle vie, je n'avais plus l'intention de m'abandonner ni de suivre un chemin dévoyé. J'ai composé le numéro du directeur, « Je suis prête à participer à l'expédition scientifique en Antarctique. »

Nulle n’échappe à son destin. Le sien bascula le jour de ses seize ans. Alors que tous attendaient sa première transformation, Mira vit sa chevelure brune virer au gris argenté. Un signe redouté. Une malédiction ancienne. Et elle en remplissait toutes les conditions. Du jour au lendemain, la fille choyée de Daniel Lancaster, Alpha le plus respecté du sud , devint une paria. Son nom, jadis vénéré, ne suffisait plus à la protéger. Méprisée, rejetée, elle survécut uniquement grâce à l’amour inconditionnel de son père, qui refusa de la bannir malgré la pression du Conseil. Mais les anciens avaient vu juste , elle était maudite car le malheur s’abattit sur la meute. Une nuit, Mira vit l’impensable. Un Alpha au pelage argenté brisa le cou de son père sous ses yeux. Elle s’enfuit. Elle pensa à son frère, sûrement mort. À sa meute, détruite. À sa vie, anéantie. Durant cinq ans, elle marcha vers le Nord, traquant la Sorcière-Corbeau, son dernier espoir de briser la malédiction. Et puis le destin, cruel, la rattrapa. Capturée par celui qu’elle haïssait plus que tout l’Alpha assassin , elle tenta de fuir. Mais avant même de comprendre, les crocs de cet Alpha étaient plantés dans sa chair. Il venait de la marquer. Et, devant tous, Tristan déclara froidement : — Elle est mon esclave. Le silence fut total. Tous étaient stupéfaits. Elle, brisée. Mais au fond de ses yeux brillait encore une chose , la rage.

Three women. And maybe more... Three stories. And more... All soaked in desire that doesn't care about rules, vows, or shame. These aren't tales of love-they're confessions of raw, hungry need. Lust that makes your cünt throb, your cöck twitch, your breath catch. Pages moist with sweat, wet with cūm, dripping with sin. Fingers, lips, tongues, hands-everything presses, slides, and fūcks in ways that make your pulse race. You'll read about pūssies dripping, cöcks hard and throbbing, mouths gagging and sūcking, āss cheeks spread, tongues sliding inside folds, fingers plunging deep. Every page pulses with heat, with mōans you can feel, with bodies colliding and fücking without mercy. Inside, nothing is sacred. Nothing is safe. A married woman spreads wide for her forbidden lover. A professor trembles as her student takes her mouth. A stranger is bound and worshiped, every inch of her body devoured. And that's just the beginning. Every filthy craving, every desperate mōan, every secret you've never dared whisper-it's here. Women devour women. Men ravage men. Lovers cross every line they shouldn't. So go on. Pretend your fingers aren't twitching to turn the page. Pretend your thighs aren't already wet. Pretend your cöck isn't straining. But once you give in... once your eyes slide across the first word... you'll feel it- the slow, dirty pull between your thighs, the rush of want crawling through you, your body answering before your mind does. And from that moment- you don't just read it. You become it. Your püssy, your cöck, your jūices, your mōans, your filthy, trembling need-all mine to claim, to taste, to drive wild. So tell me-would you be mine? Would you dare turn these cūm-stained pages?