Standalone Shifter Romance Books Novels & Stories

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Female lead books: -Sold To The Savage Alpha -Love, Lies, and Hidden Truth Male Lead books: -The Divorced Billionaire -From Squalor To Splendor Thanks amigos 😊

But nope, no joy. I skipped dinner, and the last light faded from the sky outside. I’m curled up in bed reading my latest guilty pleasure, a shifter romance called Mates and Memories where the princess loses her memories and becomes a better person. That’s what Enzi needs: someone to smack him on the head, knock his memories loose, declare him a nothing omega, and with some luck, he’d learn some humility like the Princess in this particular story. A girl can dream right?! I feel like he has it in him to be a decent person, sometimes I see hints of it.

I said yes. Because I’m a weak, selfish bastard who wanted to spend two weeks alone with Maya. The Moon help me. It started three years ago, the night of her first shift. I’d been there—Rob had asked me to be present in case she needed help controlling the wolf. Some young shifters struggled with their first transformation, needing an Alpha’s dominance to bring them back. But Maya had shifted like she’d been doing it her whole life. Smooth, controlled, and beautiful. Her wolf was pure white with pale gold eyes, smaller than a male but perfectly formed. Strong. Fast. Dominant.

The hand suddenly dropped her ankle. "What the fuck?" Sean studied her in shock. When she rolled to her back and they locked eyes, his mouth dropped open. Her eyes were glowing gold, and her body was contorting in front of him. He finally realized what he was looking at. She was a shifter but, obviously, had never been taught how to shift. The change was progressing in slow, agonizing motion.

Part 1: Naomi Kharkov has already found the perfect man. Except he’s dead. So when her mate bond sparked with another, she ran. Naomi remains a warrior to her core. Falling in love has damaged her once already. When Finn vows to prove his worth, at any cost, she knows her heart is at risk again. But things have changed. Forced to work together, how long before the call of their wolves proves too strong to resist. After all, the Moon Goddess blessed them to be together. Except is the success of their bond only fueling the cruelest of Fate's long-held plans? Part 2: Phoebe Kharkov was meant to be someone important. A Fate. A living Goddess of the Shadowlands, until it was stolen aw

How can he be so fucking disgusting? A scowl forms on my lips, as I flip it back over, my chest burning as the whole world seems to stop around me. My so-called stepmother, standing next to Julius, is Jessica Leviathan, my ex-girlfriend. The questions that plagued my mind since she left stopped and I come to an obvious conclusion. She never loved me. I gave her everything and she never fucking loved me!

he grits out. Instead, I lean back enough to reach between us and undo his jeans. I take out his cock and stroke him. Only then does he let me nudge his hand away from me and guide him up to cup my breasts. Shane lets me move him around, the heat of his gaze enough to burn me to ash.

“I know the way you flinch when people say your name like it’s a curse. I know your shadows try to protect you even when you pretend you don’t need them.” Her stomach twisted in a way that made her breath hitch. The shadows along her spine coiled tighter, whispering in a language only she could hear—warnings, affirmations, something that felt like longing and danger all at once. “And I know you’re lying when you say you don’t want me around.”

‘Think of me.’ Grayson sent out through their link when he saw her appear in the window to watch him drive away. What an arrogant prick, she thought, but thought of him all afternoon, anyway. Reading about her parent’s story made her re-evaluate her relationship with Grayson. Was kismet real? Were people, humans, shapeshifters, and witches fated to have one true love? Was there such a thing? I am a werewolf. This sentence was still hard for Brianna to comprehend, especially when she couldn’t shift independently.