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.
Charline Montgomery was everything a woman wanted to be. She was strong, independent, and gorgeous. Now if only she could actually believe that. As far as she was concerned, “Fake it ’til you make it,” were words to live by and she had, for most of her life. Then winter came and over night she was thrust into a world of myth and fantasy where the things that went bump in the night bumped back.
Now she was dating a werewolf of all things. But much as she dared to hope that she finally had something worth holding on to, that just wasn’t her luck with men. It was bound to all go wrong. Nothing this good ever lasted. It wasn’t a question of if, but of when. So why did she agree to spend the summer with David Bringer?
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.