Type Of Seduction

My boss, who made me work overtime every single day, finally got what was coming to him. Somehow, he got connected to my new keyboard. It was like he was synced to it. His face flushed red, his eyes brimming with tears. "Don't type anymore," he begged. I just smiled and nudged the mouse. "Don't move the mouse either!" 'Do you expect me to just stop because you said so? Wouldn't that make me look pathetic?' I thought to myself. I kept working until midnight. Just as I was about to leave, I glanced down. The carpet at my boss's feet was soaked through. I figured he must have knocked over his glass of water.

The wedding night that was supposed to be beautiful turned into a night full of trauma. Isla Montgomery was rejected by her beloved mate simply because her body was deemed "not good enough." Isla had given up on life, ready to end it all, when a man appeared: none other than Caleb Donovan, the renowned Alpha and rival of her ex-mate, who came to claim her as his own.

Summer is here which means one thing for Allison Brooke and her friends, the Hawaiian trip they've all been planning since they were freshmen. Allison thinks this is just another boring school trip but with new friends along the way, bitchy queen bees, fun pranks and a haunting past, Allison’s life is about to be filled with what her life lacked for the 18 years of her life; drama. Add a sweet Asian guy, some bloody rude hottie to the picture, and you can say Allison really is ready for an hilarious summer romance.

When Lola sees something she shouldn’t have, the image of her brother’s bestfriend face fucking his latest quest is forever imprinted in her mind. She can’t forget him wrapping his large hands around her neck, her soft breathy moans as he thrusted deep into her. She can’t forget the smirk that appeared on his face when he caught her, standing there and watching. But her hate for him couldn't keep her standing there. She ran... still running... But he's right behind her, doing all he could to close the pace. Give her a taste of what she fears the most.

On a quest for vengeance, Adaliah Carter is coincidentally mated to the son of the Alpha who has a hand in her parents’ and pack’s extinction. Believing it as the work of the moon goddess, she willingly accepts the bond, and her plan to get rid of the whole pack of her mate kicks in, all with the help of another survivor of her pack’s crisis. She tries to blend in with the new pack she has fallen into, gets in a seeming love triangle with her mate and his ex-betrothed, and even builds a good relationship with her mate’s sister whom she eventually uses to get a clue into her past. Over time, all of her discoveries as to what caused her pack’s extinction are all directed to her identity as a hybrid. Secrets are revealed, and what will happen when she finds out she isn’t a threat to the wolves but all part of a piece to cover up a longtime evil deed? ____________ Note to Readers: The story is written in both first and third person point of view. But in order not to be confused, do note that only the lead character will maintain the first person. When it's a scene involving the other characters, it will be in third person.

Hi lovely Readers, here's the author. Thank you for reading to the end of this book, and a new book is about to start. Enough spoilers, read on to know what happens. Don't forget to leave your comments. XoXo. "I need to come," I tell her. "Please... yes..." "Come with me..." I drop her to her back and lower myself back in position. My belly presses to hers, and her pretty little nipples feel so sweet against my chest. "I can't..." she whispers. "I'm so... fluttery..." "You can," I tell her. "I promise you, you can." I pause. "And you will. Again, Ashley. Come for me again." I rub, back and forth, my dick pinned between my stomach and her pussy, grinding hard, taking so much fucking care not to spear that tight little cunt and fill her up with my cum. "I'm gonna come all over your sweet little pussy, Ashley." "Yes..." she whispers. "Oh God, please... please, Mr. Mancini..." "Don't call me that," I growl, and I'm on the edge, right on the fucking edge. "What shall I call you?" she asks, and I hear it in her voice, I hear she's thinking it, too. It's in the little tremor, the sweet little hint of lust. My breath is erratic, my cock pulsing as my balls tighten, ready to fucking blow. And I say it. I just fucking say it. "Call me Daddy," I growl. "You can call me Daddy."