Through Silver In Blood

On the night of the full moon, my mate, Alpha Wade Rizzotto of the Bloodmoon pack, has sent someone to deliver me a box of gifts. He also has the wolf bring me a message, stating that he'll be home tonight. Warmth floods into my heart. Even though Wade is extremely busy with work and hasn't been able to meet me in person for half a year, he still cares about me and our unborn pup. Giddily, I begin preparations on dinner while eagerly anticipating Wade's return. But as soon as Wade steps into our home, I instantly pick up on a foreign yet strong scent of a she-wolf clinging to his form. My wolf's instincts flare up instantly. Having sensed my suspicion, Wade gently comforts me in order to suppress my uneasiness and doubt. But the she-wolf's scent that's obviously not mine keeps bothering me the whole time. I remember the way Wade began putting more distance between us over the past six months. Doubt and suspicion begin taking over my mind like mad. Throughout the week after that, I stalk Wade every day. Still, I can't spot anything that's off with him. So, I begin consoling myself, thinking that I must have gotten far too sensitive during my pregnancy. Maybe the hormones are affecting my wolf's senses, making me paranoid. I've decided that from tomorrow onward, I will not stalk Wade ever again. But that's when the Moon Goddess plays a cruel prank on me.

After my parents were killed in a territory war, I was taken in by Don Moretti, head of New York's most powerful crime family. I was the only civilian in a world of made men. For twenty years, I was raised alongside his twin heirs, Marco and Santino. Their protection and favor made me the envy of every aspiring mob wife in the city. But when I was finally ready to become a real part of the family, they both turned me down. Marco said, "I need to focus on expanding our territory first. I'm not ready for this kind of commitment." Santino said, "An outsider can't be trusted with family secrets." The next night, at my birthday celebration, they both proposed to the daughter of a low-level enforcer. To prove their loyalty to her, they let her force me to drink "The Don's Fire"—a 150-proof grappa laced with ghost peppers that would hospitalize anyone who wasn't raised on it since childhood. Broken in body and spirit, I made a call from my hospital bed. "I accept the proposal from the Luciano Syndicate."

"Bloodline of Mayan Gods", is a Dark Vampire Erotica series that ventures into the shadows, exploring the complexities of a childhood Royal betrothal, and the struggles of navigating the fierceness of their Mate bond to his virgin mate. Her fate was set the minute she was born, betrothed to Prince Rryan before she took her first breath. All while living in a brutal unforgiving world. Years later, Prince Rryan now King, a full Blood Mayan Vampire, known as the 'Ripper' rules with a blood lust, his only weakness, her. Syla was hidden from him after the death of her mother. Years later, she was sold to him, dirty unrecognizable, and bleeding, captured by ruthless traders, he saw something in her eyes.. then he knew... she learns that her entire life was a lie, He knows who she truly is... as he tries to navigate and control the Beast within him, his fierce need to re-claim her as his mate, no one will stop him from having her, and he doesn't care about boundaries. She wants him as badly as he wants her, the pleasure and pain he gives her, makes her love him even more. He will destroy everything and everyone to keep her safe, only she can calm his rage, and satisfy his needs. *Dark Vampire erotica and sensual horror. *From rags to riches, she fought for everything she has, and now He will destroy everything to get whatever she desires, even that which is forbidden... *This series is intended for mature readers, If you're uncomfortable with graphic sexual content, please proceed with caution. I could tell you more but I prefer that you experience their journey firsthand, and the shock of those who join their sexual union, their story is just beginning and they are not alone.

When I was seven years old, my younger brother went into anaphylactic shock after sneaking a handful of peanuts. Outside the emergency room, my mother slammed my head against the wall over and over, her face twisted with rage. "If you had been watching him like you were supposed to be, this never would have happened! You should be the one with a ruptured stomach, not him!" After that, whenever my brother so much as caught a cold, my mother forced me to eat spoiled leftovers as punishment. I once prepared an elaborate feast. She flipped the entire table and made me crawl on the floor to lick it clean. When I said I wanted to study culinary arts, she poured hot oil over my hands. My father wanted to send me to vocational school to learn a trade, but my mother clutched my brother to her chest and wailed. "She destroyed her brother's health! She owes him a lifetime of service!" When I was fifteen, my brother's gluttony cost my father an important business deal. I took the blame without even being asked, and the furious client forced me to drink more than half a gallon of hard liquor. By the time I was sent home with a bleeding stomach, my father had already scolded my brother. My mother took out her anger on me instead, slapping me so hard my ears rang and my vision went dark at the edges. "You useless thing! You should’ve choked to death at that table! I get sick just looking at you!" I coughed up black blood. From my pocket, I pulled out a piece of sour candy that had gone soft and sticky. It was the only treat my mother had ever given me with a smile, back before my brother's allergic reaction. I put the candy in my mouth and swallowed it down with the taste of stomach acid. The candy was so sour it made my throat burn. Whatever came next, I just hoped I would not have to be my family’s garbage disposal again.

Christa Tylor thought she had lived a happy life by being born into a wealthy family, had a golden childhood, and was happily married to her childhood sweetheart. Until she was 24 years old, killed by her beloved husband on their wedding anniversary. As she wakes up at her wedding a year ago, Christa is reborn after her wolf blood awakening, as if in answer to her prayer. It will bring her an opportunity for a slower and more measured approach to seize a second chance for a do-over. There are few things quite as sweet as revenge, even if she needs to face anguish and fear more terrible than death. Only she has to hide her true identity from humans; therefore, she is a werewolf who seeks revenge and resists her bloodthirsty beast of hers.

Ipinagbili si Elaris Vaeloria ng sarili niyang ama sa makapangyaring pamilyang Montefalco— at doon, tuluyan siyang  nawala sa mundo ng kalayaan at dangal. Ginapos ng utos, kontrol, at takot, natutunan niyang ang bawat sandaling malaya ay may kapalit. Sa gitna ng sakit at pagdududa, matapos iligtas ay tumakas siya kay Damian Vossryn, naniniwalang lahat ng kapangyarihan ay nagdudulot ng pagkawasak. Pero nagbaho si Damian. Ang halimaw na kinatatakutan ng mundo ay natutong maramdaman... ang pagmamahal. At nang muling pagtagpuin sila ng tadhana, hindi na niya hinihingi ang pagsuko ni Elaris— ang puso na niya ang kaniyang nais. Ngunit sa mundong pinaghaharian ng dugo at lihim, may puwang pa ba ang pag-ibig na marupok... o nakatadhana rin itong masira?

Selena's wedding day wasn't a fairytale—it was a nightmare. A single gunshot ended her life, but it couldn't erase her story. Her path to that moment began three years earlier when she was a quiet, unnoticed intern. A chance encounter with the enigmatic billionaire Damien Roth, everything changed. He saw something in her no one else did, and his attention ignited a fragile hope for a life she'd only dreamed of. But when Selena stepped into the light, she felt a cold shadow of her sister, Cassandra, a rival who wanted everything she had.

After five years trapped in a loveless marriage arranged to replace her “dead” sister, Layla Kruger’s world shatters when Daisy reappears… alive, smiling, and wed to Layla’s cold husband, Alpha Daven. Cast out on their anniversary with only divorce papers and a vengeance-tainted heart, Layla stumbles into the power of Prince Derek Bloodwood and binds herself by blood oath to learn revenge.

After her mother’s mysterious death, Kamara Mann is shipped across the country and forced into a new life she never chose. Assigned to her is Jace Malden: her father’s cold, deadly and most dangerous enforcer. He’s supposed to protect her, not want her. But living next door, watching her every move, his control starts to crack, breaking his own rules, especially the one that says she’s off-limits. Then there’s Brian Mathis—smooth, charming, and nothing like the world she comes from. He’s everything Jace isn’t, and definitely doesn’t treat her like a fragile mafia princess. Everything safe and desired. But safety is an illusion and desire is dangerous. Now Kamara’s caught between two dangerous choices: the boy who made her feel wanted… and the bodyguard who makes her burn.

Despite having been married for 25 years now, my wife, Sasha Fuller, and I have done it less than ten times. During our 25th wedding anniversary, however, Sasha, who has always claimed to be uninterested in intimacy, ends up doing it 30 times with a male escort at a clubhouse. The couch ends up completely drenched. This is when I realize just how wrong I've been all along. Even after her betrayal is exposed, Sasha adamantly refuses to admit to any wrongdoing. On the contrary, she starts condemning me. Hurt and upset, I proceed to spend three days arguing with her about it. Even my friends and relatives try to talk me down. "You two have been married for over 20 years now. She's even the CEO of Fuller Group. What's the big deal if she sleeps with a male escort? Don't end your marriage over something this trivial." "All these years, a live-in son-in-law like you only managed to establish yourself with the help of the Fuller family anyway. Don't be so ungrateful." With my heart in anguish, I look at Sasha and say, "Cut off all contact with him, and things between us can go back to the way they used to be." However, Sasha retrieves a pregnancy test report from her briefcase and silently takes off her wedding ring. "Colin, I'm already 45 years old. Even if you can't have children, you can't expect me to go my whole life without one as well, right?" She strokes her belly without the slightest trace of guilt in her eyes. "If you insist on making a big deal over this, then I have no choice but to divorce you." My hands, hidden by my sleeves, clench into fists briefly before falling lax again. "Let's get a divorce then." Not only am I going to get a divorce, but I'm going to give Sasha and her affair partner a big surprise.