Coming Home (Prequel)
Life couldn’t get much worse for Peter. He had already lost everything and now he was pretty sure his room was haunted. Not even the summer sun could warm his freezing heart. Tom arrived at a time that Peter needed a friend the most. But they weren’t just friends they were best friends, or so he informed Peter. It was an instant connection that would bond the two for the summer. But summer couldn’t last forever. Separated by a vast forest and years apart. Their bond perseveres.
Sara Sheppard should be dead.
She has no idea how she survived the brutal attack and wants nothing more than to get back to her normal, boring life. But something—someone—is after her and she fears it will return to finish what it started.
Now she is faced with an impossible decision: live the rest of her short life in fear, or trust in a man defined by secrets. He appears to hold all the answers, yet those answers are even more unbelievable than her miraculous recovery.
Werewolves aren’t real.
Or at least they weren’t until she was bitten.
Knight in almost shining armor ✔
A perfectly quaint small town ✔
Best sex ever ✔✔
Charline Montgomery has Southern charm in spades. What she doesn’t have is any understanding of werewolf politics. But that’s not about to stop her from accepting her new beau’s offer to spend the summer together at the pack’s House. Not only is David Bringer sexy-as-hell and quite possibly the best man she’s ever met, he also saved her best friend’s life.
A force to be reckoned with, she leverages her culinary skills with the sole purpose of winning over his entire extended family. Considering she didn’t even know werewolves existed a year ago, she thinks she’s doing a pretty good job. That is…until a blast from David’s past sends everything to hell in a handbasket.
Faster than butter can melt on a hot pan, a lifetime of doubts and insecurities cloud Charline’s sunny disposition. Determined to prove her mama didn’t raise no quitter, she pours on the honey. It might have worked too, except an insurrection seems to be brewing, turning her furry friendlies into ferocious hostiles. Forget saving her relationship, she might not make it out with her life.
This is not the fairytale she signed up for…
Alexander Wolfsbane II was such a strange name as far as Ana was concerned. It didn’t suit the youth that had unexpectedly shown up in her life and now refused to vacate it. Xander was a far more accurate way to address the oddly persistent freshman. Of course Ana, didn’t really use her proper name either. Diana had always felt too formal and she had hated it from day one. Naturally, it din’t help that Xander insisted on using it. All she wanted to do was focus on her studies and graduate. With only two more years left, she could finally see the light. Except as the days went by it wasn’t just the end of college she was seeing differently.
I had spent my entire life balancing on a razor’s edge. The only difference between now and when I learned the truth about my family at fifteen, was that the blade was sharper.
Hyacinth Van Helsing had known this day was coming. To catch a killer, it wasn’t enough to think like one, you had to be one. And she had. Hyacinth had been ruthless in her quest to fulfill her family’s centuries long mission. But in truth, she’d never expected to get this far. Never believed she would actually become the one thing she hated most in this world.