Blake Woolven is the bad boy CEO of Woolven Industries, but he’s badder than the luscious, BBW Randi Rutger would’ve guessed. After Woolven took down her father’s company and devoured it like a shaking rabbit, she’s determined to get close to him and make all the Woolvens pay for destroying her father. Blake knows Randi’s agenda, but the wolf inside him will do anything to have her. Even expose the Woolven family secret. When Randi sees Blake and his brothers shed their skins beneath the moon, she’s terrified. But it’s just what she needed to bring him low—that and the silver nitrate plasma gun her father designed. With her loyalties torn, Randi must choose between avenging her father and the big bad wolf who clawed his way into her heart.
While on holiday in Greece, Drew Woolven had a passionate encounter with a woman he never expected to see again. Especially not in a small Midwestern town with a dark-haired boy that has a crescent moon birthmark on his wrist that matches Drew’s own. Emmie Anderson had never been more thrilled than when she discovered she was pregnant. She’d wanted a baby and was tired of waiting for the right man to have one. A successful career woman, she thought she had it all planned out until she discovered her son’s unique affliction. Pack law demands Drew marry her and turn her to keep the Woolven secret, but after her divorce, Emmie swore she’d never let another man have that kind of power over her again. Especially not one she’s in danger of falling for.
After waking up in a sleazy hotel room in Vegas married to waitress Belle Vaughn instead of wolf heiress Maribella DeVaughn, Parker knows he’s made a mistake of epic proportions. One that his family, money and position can’t fix for anyone involved. There will be no annulment or divorce. Not only because wolves mate for life, but because of Woolven Industries. They can’t afford another scandal. Belle doesn’t understand why it’s such a big deal until the full moon Parker tries to turn her and fails—because she’s a vampire. They aren’t even the same species, but somewhere along the way, the show they put on for human society became real and that mistake became something not only worth dying for, but worth living for, too.
Warner “War” Woolven is the scarred, half-mad uncle who shuns human or wolf contact at all cost. After the last pack battle when the Woolven patriarch was killed, War raised the boys until they could fend for themselves and then retreated to his animal form to live off the land. Until Parker marries the wrong woman. The marriage covenant states only a Woolven heir, so to protect his brother’s sons War steals Maribella and marries her in the way of old—with his bite. Maribella planned her current circumstances too well to be saddled with an ugly, deformed beast like War. Yet as her time passes with him, she comes to the stark realization that maybe the ugly isn’t on him at all, but inside herself. His quiet and stoic sacrifice could easily be mistaken for apathy, if she hadn’t heard him in the grip of his nightmares reliving the torture he endured to protect those he loved. Maribella thinks at first love is a kind of madness until she experiences it herself and discovers she’d do anything to be worthy of a noble wolf like Warner Woolven.
A riotous romp through Olympus with goddesses for the 21st century. When a new goddess moves to Ambrosia Lane, Hera decides she’s finally had enough of her philandering husband. She offers herself and the crown of gods to Hades. Hades doesn’t want the crown, but he’ll take Hera. (Often and twice on Sunday.) He’s a heartless bastard–having had Aphrodite rip it out so he’d stop loving Persephone after he set her free. Persephone is scheming to get back to Tartarus with the aid of Thanatos, who trips on his leather trench coat and falls in love with her. Thanatos’ titan mother, Nyx thinks she’s past all the drama until she turns up pregnant. Demeter has secrets of her own and the new goddess Abstinence lands in a steaming centaur pile when she falls for the King of the Gods himself whose own dark needs could tear them apart. Come along for the ride as these goddesses take control of their Fate (or so they think) and find their Happily Ever Afters.
The Desperate Crew is back with a romp through resort island, Avalon. Aphrodite convinces Artemis it’s past time for her to get her V-card punched. Artemis doesn’t want any messy entanglements, has a taste for bad boys, and the sexy Mordred Le Fey fits the bill. Too bad he’s cursed by the Lady of the Lake. Aphrodite has had her fill of Love being used as a curse and decides to give Vivienne her comeuppance. She ends up with trials of her own when all she wanted was a vacation. Secretly, Vivienne thinks she deserves to be punished because she’s been in love with Arthur since she handed him Excalibur and engineered the fall of Guinevere and Camelot. Gwen’s marriage to Lancelot has been in name only since 1912—a fact that’s only made Avalon’s resident evil enchantress, Morgan Le Fey, too happy. Come along for the ride as these goddesses take control of their Fate (or so they think) and find their Happily Ever Afters.
“You’re pretty, for a fat girl.” That’s nothing Claire Howard hasn’t heard before, and there’s part of her that doesn’t care, that thinks it’s okay to love herself just the way she is. Then there’s that other voice in her head, the one that plays on a constant loop that gets louder whenever people scrutinize her dinner order, snicker when she needs a belt extender on a plane, and outright laugh when they see her with her the kind of man they don’t think fat girls deserve. It reminds her that existing while fat is the worst thing in the world. It’s worse than being ignorant, bigoted or cruel-at least according to society’s standards. Even when she has the attentions of two men who are the embodiment of fantasy. But it’s not their love that matters, it’s her own. Fat is a brand that’s been seared into every aspect of her life-even her heart. Can Claire love herself enough to reach past the labels for her own happiness?
“You’re a woman who is comfortable in her own sexuality. That necessarily means you must be labeled, categorized and filed away for everyone’s safety.”
Rebecca “Bex” Foxworth likes that description of herself. It makes her sound strong, dangerous, and powerful—like she’s standing against some grand injustice by using her body as she sees fit. That’s how her friend Claire Howard sees her and if Claire has taught her anything, it’s that labels are defined by the people who wear them, and not the other way around.
But SLUT is more than a label to Bex: it’s her armor. It protects her from ever having to share her true self. The loop in her head tells her she’s innately flawed and wholly unworthy. Why else would her parents insist she go under the knife for a new nose, a new body, and plastic perfection?
That’s something Thornton Henry Edgeleaf would never understand. Thornton is perfect, in every way—handsome, worldly, passionate—with just one unforgivable flaw: he’s utterly sincere. It makes Bex want to run screaming, back into the familiar, indifferent arms of men who won’t fail to dismiss and mistreat her. But nothing’s as easy as it used to be…
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Saranna De Wylde has always been fascinated by things better left in the dark. She wrote her first story after watching The Exorcist at a slumber party. Since then, she’s published horror, romance and narrative nonfiction. Like all writers, Saranna has held a variety of jobs, from operations supervisor for an airline, to an assistant for a call girl, to a corrections officer. But like Hemingway said, “Once writing has become your major vice and greatest pleasure, only death can stop it.” So she traded in her cuffs for a full-time keyboard. She loves to hear from her readers.