Parker Novels In Order Novels & Stories

In a flash of an eye all three of them were dire wolves running through the woods, wild, free. Not for long, Pearl knew she needed to go back to the mortal realm and save Ethan. END OF BOOK 1

It all starts with the A Black River Pack Series: Book 1: His Brother’s Mate/A Black River Pack Yule Book 2: Hell Hounds Book 3: Serving the Alpha at His Whim Book 4: Second Chance for the Alpha Future books may come for this series. Big City Wolves Book 1: My CEO Alpha Book 2: In the Chains of the Alpha Future books to come for this series. Standalone Novels Passions Rising: A Forbidden Vampiric Love Story Poor Unfortunate Wolf Ebony’s Pack: Fated to the Ranger Wolves (Continuation to Poor Unfortunate Wolf) Wolves at the Lycan’s Door The Rogue & the Rose Other Fantasy Novels:

With an ex -girlfriend intent on getting between Parker and Kaylee and an impending war weighing down on the pack, they must fight for their relationship and their lives. After The Warrior's Woman, check out the third book in the series on my page, 'The Wolf's Claim'! Enjoy! Ashley Breanne

he said, his voice smooth and entirely ignoring the two roaring lions standing on either side of me. The silence that followed was terrifying. I could feel Blake's chest heaving with rage against my shoulder, and Nathan’s jaw was clenched so hard it looked like iron. Everyone around us stopped talking, sensing the sudden explosion about to happen. I swallowed hard, looking into Parker's green eyes, caught completely in the middle of the three men. Parker tilted his head, his smile fading into something serious, raw, and full of emotion. He reached out, his fingers hovering just inches away from my bare arm, silently begging me to take them.

Parker swallowed the last gulp of his drink before placing the empty glass back on the dark wood of the desk, careful to avoid the papers. "I'm not requesting access to all of the rogues. I would only be going after the one who participated in my death. Maybe all three of the wolves who had attacked me, if they are all present." Parker looked amused at my statement as he clasped his hands together over his stomach with his elbows remaining on the arms of the chair.

she looks at me not saying any the waiter comes taking our drink order ,I order whiskey she orders cranberry juice. "I understand I might have come on harder on you Mr Parker the last thing I want is to ruin your marriage and my relationship with your daughter as you said it's never going to happen again" for some reason that doesn't sit right with me her not wanting me again ,her not touching me fuck what is wrong with me.

** Parker’s POV ** The rain has passed by the time afternoon rolls around. The air smells of wet pine and smoke from the cabins’ chimneys. There’s a strange calmness to the pack. It’s the kind of stillness that always makes my skin crawl. It’s what comes right before something breaks.

Instant fear washed over her, a fear that trebled as more sets of eyes appeared beside the first then advanced. "Get ready, baby," Parker said, standing to his full height. "Go!" He shouted the word just as his body began to morph, his pants splitting at the violent change and then falling away as his legs took on the slimmer shape of a wolf's. And just in time, too, because he'd no sooner finished shifting than the renegade wolves leapt at him.

“There’s something I need to show you.” Alice frowned as Mira pulled out a small, leather-bound book, its edges worn and stained. She handed it to Alice, her fingers brushing hers—warm, too warm. “My family’s kept this for years. It’s… history. About the packs.” Alice opened it, her hands shaky. The pages were old, filled with cramped writing and strange symbols—circles, crescents, claws. One word jumped out: Hybrid. Her stomach twisted as she read a line: Born of man and moon, the one who carries both bloods shall break or bind the packs.

Three self-proclaimed warriors of the realm—two sarcastic idiots and a recovering emotional disaster—riding through the forest like a band of weirdos on a field trip. The morning is crisp, the sky overcast just enough to make it dramatic. A squirrel falls out of a tree as we pass. I think even nature’s a little off today. “You know,” Parker says, stretching dramatically in the saddle, “for someone who was just mauled by sacred wolves and faced moral death trials, you’re awfully perky.” “I’m not perky. I’m caffeinated. Huge difference,” I reply. “She stole half of my travel rations,” Eva adds coolly. “That includes the chocolate.”