The Sacred Ruins

(Book 2 of THE ROYAL BRIDE) With the rebellion raised by Ren Lancaster in Frostville, Solterra's second prince, David, was put to endless sleep in the heart of the sacred mountain. King Arthur led his troops together with his two other sons when Ren Lancaster ambushed the kingdom's village. Ophelia wanted to fight with them but she was pregnant at the moment and her husband, Crown Prince Demitri, forbid her to go. King Arthur was killed, Martin was cursed, and Demitri was buried deep down the ground when the cave, where they fought, collapsed. Ophelia was devastated when she heard the news and planned for revenge. But before she could make a move, Ren attacked the palace, catching her off guard. The Queen died and so as Ophelia's unborn child. Ophelia fought with Ren and he was badly injured but managed to escape after he sealed Ophelia's dragon. Ophelia was left alone and decided to ascend to the throne and lead the kingdom with her new found allies—the two sons of the werewolf clan's alpha. On her coronation, she promised she'd achieved these three things no matter what: awaken the two princes and her dragon, resurrect Demitri, and kill Ren Lancaster.

Jasmine Hayes swore she’d never go looking for the father who abandoned her. But when her mother’s life is seconds from slipping away, pride becomes a luxury she can’t afford. He agrees to pay for the surgery—on one condition. She must marry Alexander Phillips, the billionaire heir originally promised to her half-sister. Jasmine doesn’t know him. She doesn’t want him. But she signs away her future to save the only person who ever stayed. Alexander isn’t looking for a wife—he’s looking for a solution. His image is in ruins, his family is pressuring him, and marriage is the quickest way to silence the board. Jasmine is not the bride he expected, but she’s convenient… and temporary. The contract is clear: ✔ No love ✔ No sex ✔ No complications ✔ Ten million dollars after the quiet divorce But nothing about Alexander is safe. Nothing about Jasmine is simple. And nothing about this arrangement is going according to plan. She agreed to marry a stranger to keep her mother alive. He agreed to marry a nobody to keep his empire intact. Neither of them expected the real problem to be each other.

Clarence, the Vampire Prince, fell for me the moment he laid eyes on me. And I fell for him just as hard, just as hopelessly. I accepted his Embrace. The whole dark world knew he loved me more than life itself. He branded the rune of our blood bond directly over his heart. That lasted five centuries. Then I got the video from his new blood doll—a human stripper named Seraphina. She was sprawled naked in his lap, fresh bite marks dotting her throat. Using her own blood, she’d painted a crude sigil right beside the sacred rune meant only for me. And my mate had let her. “Clarence says my young blood is the only thing that makes him feel alive anymore,” she purred. “He says you’re a dead fish in bed, darling Molly. Time for the new generation to take over.” I didn't bother to reply. My fingers were steady as I contacted an ancient witch. “I need a glamour,” I said, my voice even and low. “A perfect human shell. One that will hide everything—my scent, my trail. All of it.”

SEQUEL TO CAGED TO HER OBSESSIVE ALPHA "I, Fallon Tutor, reject..." "Don't you dare finish that sentence." He growls, pinning me against the wall. "You haven't even given me a chance to prove myself to you." "Prove yourself?" I snap, shoving him away. "And how do you intend to do that? By mistaking me for my mother again?" At my words his face falls and a look of helplessness begins to shine in his bright blue eyes. "I'm not her." I continue. "And I never will be. Just forget this night and stay away from me." For eighteen years I waited for him, hoping he would realize that I was the one he was always pining over. That he would forget my mother and notice me. Little did I know that he would not only continue to pine for her, but in a drunken stupor he would mistaken me for her and force something sacred on me. After that night, my love for him died along with my heart. Now, my only focus was growing stronger and taking my place as my packs alpha and forgetting the man that hurt me the most.

Lisha is a young woman trapped in a marriage arranged by her father, Mr Wellis, who views her union as a business transaction rather than an act of love. Despite pleading not to marry, her wishes are ignored. On her wedding day, Lisha runs away in search of freedom and falls in love with Dave, a bakery owner and the son of her family’s maid. Although they come from different social backgrounds, their love grows strong, and Lisha sacrifices her wealth to marry him. However, on the night of the wedding, Lisha makes a blood oath under a sacred tree believed to grant desires of the flesh. Instead of bringing happiness, the oath becomes her downfall, trapping her in spiritual bondage. As her marriage begins to suffocate her, Lisha once again longs for freedom. She seeks help from a spiritual healer, who warns her that the oath cannot be undone. Desperate to escape the marriage and the curse, Lisha considers killing Dave as the only way to break free. Dave eventually finds out about Lisha’s plan. This leads him to strike before Lisha stokes him. Both husband and wife plot death against each other however will this bring doom to their marriage or will they choose to rekindle their love?

WARNING: This story features hardcore taboo, graphic content, age-gap erotica, irresistible steam and mature subject matter suitable for readers 18 years and older. Reader discretion is advised. ****************** “What happens when a girl in black-and-white sacred garment gets tainted with forbidden colors of sin? When the pure angel falls, not into darkness—but into desire? Sister Celeste Williams, an innocent orphan of st. Augustine cathedral. Devoted to her faith, she’s the epitome of purity, discipline, and unwavering devotion. A life of prayer and service is all she has ever known, her heart untouched by temptation or worldly desires—until him. Christian Adam, the irresistibly Sex God mafia Don was everything she swore to resist—powerful, ruthless and dangerously tempting. With his piercing gaze that burns through her resolve and a touch that makes her question her vows, he became her greatest sin… and her deepest craving. He fell first, but she fell harder—straight into a love so sinful it feels like salvation. Now, torn between her faith and a forbidden desire; Celeste must face the ultimate decision: forever devote and remain a saint… or surrender to the devil in tailored-suit who owns her soul.

“Mate with me and have my pups.” Serena was still on the ground. Her ears were ringing from the absurd demand she’d just heard. Mate? Pups? She blinked up at him, confused and breathless. “What the hell?” ********** She came to prove their world was real… She didn’t expect to be crowned its Queen. When desperate artifact researcher Serena Rael crashes the sacred mating ritual of the Trueblood Alpha King, Kaelen Syrus, she shatters more than tradition — she triggers an ancient Moonbond that cannot be broken. Now bound to a cold, powerful king who despises humans, Serena is obligated to bear his pups in order to survive a realm ruled by wolves, secrets, and deadly magic. But her presence has awakened something far older than fate: a prophecy, a mark, a war and a journey to other packs and realms. He lost his mate to a human. She is a defiant human, who never wished to belong to a werewolf. Fate doesn’t care. But as hidden truths rise and betrayal cuts deep, Serena must choose: The love that claimed her… or the life and freedom she once fought for.

She is the last spark of a dying flame. He is the shadow waiting to catch it. Princess Saoirse of Aethelgard is dead—or so the Empire believes. When her kingdom falls to Oakhaven’s iron machines, the last Dragon Princess disguises herself as a lowly servant to protect the world's remaining magic. Her goal is simple: infiltrate the enemy capital, rescue her captured cousin, and end the royal bloodline. Prince Tristan is the Empire’s greatest disappointment. To the court, he is a drunken fool; in the shadows, he is the Viper, a lethal strategist plotting his father’s downfall. When he discovers a "mute" maid with eyes full of murder amidst the ruins, he doesn't expose her. He claims her. Trapped in the dangerous intimacy of the Prince’s chambers, a deadly game of cat and mouse begins. Tristan knows she is a liar; Saoirse sees the sharp mind behind his lazy smile. As their hatred shifts into a scorching, forbidden attraction, they realize they share a common enemy. But with the Emperor hunting the true Dragon, revealing their secrets could destroy them both. The Dragon is hiding. The Viper is hunting. Together, they will burn the world.

Our blood-oath ceremony was on the horizon. But my fated mate, Darius, told me he had to forge a blood bond with another woman. Livia. He claimed her life force was unraveling. That without his blood, she would fade to nothing. I fought him. But the next day, he moved Livia directly into the Prince's Chambers in the Coven’s castle. That was the suite reserved for the future Prince’s mate. My suite. He tried to soothe me, sinking to his knees, his crimson eyes pleading. “Once she’s stable, I swear I’ll break the bond. You are my only eternity. You always will be.” But then Livia found me. She showed me the fresh, golden mark on her wrist—the symbol of an Eternal Bond. They had already completed the sacred rite. Long before Darius ever confessed to me. My heart shattered to ash. I dragged my nail across the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our blood-oath ceremony. Then I opened the encrypted message from the Vienna Coven Academy. “I accept. I’ll leave on the day of our ceremony.”

Alexandra Westwood is half-human without a wolf and barely tolerated in the shifter region. Loving an Alpha was her first mistake. Believing he would choose her in her wolfless state was her second. Dumped, brutally humiliated, and stripped of protection, Alexandra becomes prey in a world ruled by power and rank. When her bully is given license to kill her, her life becomes a living hell. Then a pair of dangerous eyes take notice of her. He’s older, powerful, sexy, and so forbidden. And he is the last Alpha she should ever want. He shouldn’t want her. She shouldn’t trust him. But fate has other plans. The bond stirring between them refuses to be ignored. Claiming her means defying the sacred laws of their world. This Alpha isn’t just risking his throne… he’s willing to burn the world for her. With enemies circling and a wolf that refuses to show up, Alexandra must survive long enough to uncover the truth about who she really is. Will Alexandra survive, or with the spectres of her past, raise their ugly heads and burn the buds of a blooming romance?