Catalysts Book

Being at the peak of her career allows Celine Princessa to freely pursue her goal; the destruction of Desmond's family. She didn't care about the label that would continue to be attached to her forehead; the home wrecker. All she cared about was that Desmond knew she still existed. "Are you sure you're doing this?" The man's forefinger played on Celine's seductively exposed shoulder. From the reflection of the mirror in front of them, Celine smiled. The model said, "I'm sure. But can I ask for conditions?" The man slightly twisted Celine's body. There was a melodious squeal from Celine's sexy lips full of temptation. also, a crisp laughter that made his heart tremble even more. Desiring. Because it's been a month since they met. He made sure; this room would be full of sighs from both of them. "Whatever you want, Baby." "Turn off your cell phone, Uncle. I don't like your wife calling." The man laughed. "That's it?" "That's all." Unfortunately, Celine had no idea that she was trapped. In a love that burned with passion and also shouldn't exist. Where that feeling made Celine feel alive and no longer empty. How will Celine get through this, when she falls under the spell of a married man and is suddenly selfish about wanting to possess her?

This book was released back when I was trying to get traction on it a very long time ago. I’ve never made a single dime from this company, but they’d like to keep my book forever. Even when I did the writing every single day thing and should’ve gotten a “publishing bonus.” It never happened. So they don’t get to keep making money off of me and my writing. This was a much older draft than what I’m currently trying to publish anyway.

Danielle Mason was born different than all other werewolves and just her near proximity makes them nervous so she chose to live as a normal human apart from all packs. When a strange attack, leaves her without her shift suppressant Danielle returns home. The strangeness doesn’t end with the attack, she finds herself was drawn to an ancient black magic book, and a handsome stranger claiming to be Balric the Betrayer. As Danielle suddenly shifts into her true form, Danielle realizes there was more to her differences than her parents led her to believe. Now she must find out who she can trust before her new gifts destroy the entire world. A stand-alone sequel to The Betrayer.

I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark was two-fold. Monsters were drawn to me. And I'd known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male. I was drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much could I really resist their primal aggression? You'd think that with my time as a Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn't know where to begin. Every male creature lusted for me, especially the monsters. And I for them. The trick I faced was in trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across. And when I did, in identifying which just wanted to possess me and which might actually kill me. I was clearly failing. On both accounts.

[ Entropy Trilogy #1 ] What surprises are waiting ahead of them as their destiny being entangled with each other? What will happen if love and hate collide? Will they be able to melt the rage, the hatred?

My eighteenth birthday wasn’t just a milestone; it was supposed to be my rescue. For twelve years, I’ve been the Crescent Pack’s shadow, an orphan with no siblings to lean on and no parents to shield me. I had survived on the hope that the Moon Goddess would finally give me a place to belong, a soul specifically chosen to keep me company. I waited for a spark. Instead, I got a wildfire that consumed me. Being mated to Kai was the ultimate prize for every Beta in the territory, a dream they whispered about in the training rings. But the Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. She granted a wish neither of us wanted, and before the bond could even settle, Kai tore it apart. The rejection didn't just break my heart, it shattered something deep in my marrow. The physical agony was a dull throb compared to the humiliation, the sneers of the pack, the laughter of the elite, and the sight of my destined partner looking at me with nothing but disgust. In their eyes, I was a broken girl who should have chosen death over the shame of being rejected. They think the story ends with me crawling into a corner to wither away. What they don't know is that the blood of the weak can hold the oldest secrets. Deep beneath the surface, runes more ancient than the Alpha’s lineage are beginning to glow, pulsing with a power strong enough to destroy the chaos they’ve sown. My power isn't just waking up, it’s starving. And this time, it’s demanding far more than a simple apology. It’s demanding a reckoning.