Novels

My dog, Snow, was the smartest, most intuitive creature I'd ever met. Not only could he fetch the mail and turn off the lights, he even knew to grab tampons from the store when I was on my period. I adored him. Until one day, I saw a picture online and blurted, "Snow, you're not a...wolf, are you?" He blinked those soulful eyes and woofed. Then he said, "Babe, you're missing a word. I'm a werewolf." 1. It was a Saturday morning, and I was headed out to take the trash and grab some breakfast. Next to the dumpster was a cardboard

To save my childhood friend, Jason, I became a vegetable. The next year, he brought a girl, Ashley, home to my parents and said, "She's an orphan. She can take care of you in your old age." For ten years, I was trapped in my own body, witnessing Jason and Ashley fall in love. I also witnessed Ashley inheriting all of my parents' estate. The day I was finally about to wake up, Jason pulled out my oxygen tube. "Finding a new identity for Ashley has been a real headache," he muttered. That's when I realized it was all his plan. When

Seven years of dating, and Amelia hadn't sent me so much as a single daisy. Then, on my 30th birthday, 9,999 roses and a box of condoms arrived, courtesy of her. I was ecstatic, naturally. Posted it all over Instagram. Then her "assistant," Noah, commented, "Some people are only good enough for my trash." Turns out, Amelia had bought Noah a condo. Directly below the one we were supposed to move into after the wedding. The flowers, the whole shebang, was meant for him. I drove the roses over to Noah's place, figuring I’d get some answers. Walked right in on a candlelit

My sister and I were trapped in the fire. I heard my parents' voices. “Save Ashley first!” Mom’s scream ripped through the smoke. They were saving my sister. Maybe they just didn't have enough people to get us both at once. Maybe they’d be back for me. I waited. Then I saw a charred body. 1 Was that me? So this is what it feels like to burn – this searing, all-consuming pain. “Our Ashley is so beautiful. Tomorrow is your birthday party. This is the dress Mommy bought you.” I recognized the dress. Ashley had whined that it cost a thousand dollars. A thousand dollars was more

Three years after I escaped from that hellhole, my brother-in-law, Ben, finally found me. He held me so tight, like he was afraid I’d disappear again. When he saw the scar on my stomach, he just cried, holding me close. “Did it hurt?” he whispered. “It’s okay,” I lied. “Thank God I found you, Jenny. I’ll never let you go again.” Ben was the Beta of our pack, second only to the Alpha, his younger brother, Aaron. His words were a balm to my frayed nerves. “Okay,” I managed. I tried not to think about that day. Aaron’s eighteenth birthday, the night of his first shift,

My name is Anya Lincoln, and everyone sees me as a young, beautiful, and renowned hypnotist. I'm also the girlfriend and business partner of tech mogul, Landon Price. Lover and partner, we raked in the dough together, living the high life. Three short years, a thousand days and nights, I was with him, building his empire from the ground up. But even with our perfect blend of love and profit, he never talked about marriage. Then, one day, I overheard him say, "Anya's not wife material. Who knows if my feelings for her are even real, or just some kind of

Everyone in the pack knew Andrew, the alpha, and I were destined mates. Hell, I thought so too. Then, the night before the ceremony, rogues attacked. Andrew shoved me aside to protect Elsa. My heart shattered. I chose Gabriel, who'd been quietly by my side for years. But after I let Andrew go, he suddenly had regrets. He begged me to even look at him. I leaned against Gabriel, gave Andrew a blank stare, and said, "Sorry, do I know you?" 1. “Andrew, I don’t want to be your mate anymore.” I said it while the battlefield was being cleared. Everyone was busy

It was my third year living with ALS. I decided to donate my body to science. I called Mom, begging her to sign the consent form. "You better actually be dying!" she snapped, her voice strained, likely mid-rounds at the hospital. Five seconds later, the signature appeared: "Susan Miller. Don't bother me again until you're pickled in formaldehyde." I didn't. Not until my dissected body showed up in her medical school class. Turns out, the woman who loathed me had finally lost it. It all started when the Red Cross came for registration. My limbs were completely locked up; I couldn't even hold a pen,

My mom, who I hadn't seen or heard from in twenty years, suddenly contacted me. She wanted me to donate a kidney to her son from her second marriage. Wait, how did she know I had three kidneys? But she didn't seem to. She just kept begging, trying to guilt-trip me with this whole "family love" thing. I cut to the chase: "Let's not talk about love, it gets messy. Let's talk money." Selling her a kidney I didn't need wouldn't be a bad deal. 1 One ordinary evening, I was home from work, soaking my feet and binge-watching TV when a