"Nina, as part of the treaty negotiations with the Gold Mountain Pack, I have agreed to a marriage alliance. You, Nina Boyton, will marry the Alpha's son, Nolan Pierceson on the next new moon." I felt like someone had punched me, knocked the air out of me. "What? Daddy! How could you??" I whispered in shock. Arranged marriages were an archaic thing of the past. Nobody did that anymore, did they? Daddy looked pained. "I did it for the sake of our pack, Nina. We are a small pack, and since your mother..." he couldn't quite bring himself to say the word "died"..."We are weak and vulnerable. We need the protection of a larger, stronger pack. This political alliance will ensure our safety and our survival." I felt so many emotions whipping through me, I couldn't grab ahold of them. "But... why me?" I had two sisters, one older, and one younger. Janice was smart and strong, one of our best warriors. And the younger, Hannah was the beautiful one. None of us had found our mates, we were all single and available. I was almost sure if the Alpha of Gold Mountain had ever seen the three of us, he would have picked one of them. Not me. I am the most ordinary, non-descript, and insignificant of the Alpha's daughters. --------------------- My father has forced me into an arranged marriage with Nolan Piereson of the Gold Mountain Pack. What could be worse than being forced to marry a complete stranger that you don't love? Turns out, there are a lot of things that are even worse.
Book 1 in the Eudora Series Eudora has been living with her abusive, alcoholic uncle for as long as she can remember. She is bullied at school, and rejected in the community. Her only solace is in the woods, where the trees whisper to her and give her strength and comfort. But since she has turned 18 she has been having strange dreams, of an unfamiliar man in the forest. Her dreams turn into reality, when her substitute English teacher walks in to her life.
Book 2 in the Eudora Series Eudora has been called back to take her place as the rightful heir and Alpha of the Black Crow pack. Her bodyguard Jasmin has begged for the chance to accompany her in the hope that she will find her long-awaited mate in the larger pack. But when Eudora's baby is kidnapped, Jasmin must choose between her loyalty to her pack and the allure of her mate.
Nothing has ever gone right in Rose's life. Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, she is attacked by strangers in her own apartment. A dark prince comes to her rescue and swoops her off his castle. Matthias Black offers her a fairy tale life, and everything she ever wanted, but he wanted something from her in return; a baby.
“Oh my god, they are so handsome!” “I heard they haven’t found their mates yet.” “Why couldn’t it be me?” Now I was even more curious. When they went out with the plates, I tiptoed up to the swinging door. While everyone was distracted by the servers, I pushed the door open just a crack and peeked through into the formal dining room. By bad luck, the two men in question had their backs to me. They sat straight and tall, one in a dark red shirt, one in a light blue shirt. The red shirt had long hair pulled back in a pony tale. The blue shirt had a short, deliberately messy style. I couldn’t tell much from the backs of them except they seemed well muscled. I was just about to back out of the door when I was hit with the most tantalizing odor. It overpowered the spicy scent of my jambalaya and made me almost dizzy… I tried to put a name to it… sandalwood, sweet cedar, and sex. Do I even know what sex smells like? I was frozen and couldn’t move from the door. At the same time, the two men stiffened in their chairs and seemed to be looking around in confusion. Luna looked around them and saw me in the door way. Her eyes burned like fire into my skull and I finally snapped out of the trance I was in and slipped back into the kitchen. I was never supposed to be seen in the dining room – so my indiscretion would no doubt earn me a belting later. I went back to the clean up with a heavy heart.
Daniella’s eyes were wide and frightened. Her sight was growing dim. The distant lights outside the hospital room door were fading. There was only Death and darkness. Death was a vague figure of a man, darkness with form, blacker than black. He seemed to be pulling all of the light into his body and swallowing it… and she felt that she was about to fall into that void as well. He chuckled, a dry sound like bones cracking together. “I’m not satisfied with this ending. I am going to bend the rules.” He crossed his arms over his chest. “I’m sending you back, beautiful one. I’m giving you this one chance to change the story. Who are you, that you push me so far? What woman is this that Death would break the rules of the cosmos just to watch you live again?” He leaned down and kissed her forehead. His lips were as cold as ice as they smiled against her smooth, soft skin. “Don’t disappoint me, my sweet.”
I don’t care what the police report says, my sister did not commit suicide. She was all I had in this world, and I knew her better than I know myself. Not only was she a joyful person who loved life, but because of who she was, what she was capable of, taking her own life was never an option. I will find out who murdered my sister, and then I swear, vengence is mine.
It was a small family-owned place that had awesome food. It was always crowded with locals, and tonight was no exception. The hostess found us an empty booth near the back and left us with a couple of battered, laminated menus. Gillian took a seat across from me and picked up the menu, she was just scanning the familiar options when her head shot up, and she sniffed. “Do you smell that?” I put my menu down slowly. Hell yeah, I did smell that. There were a ton of smells wafting through the diner, from the guy at the next table who had apparently bathed himself in bad cologne, to the smell of frying meat and French fries. But mingling in with all those scents was the sweet-tart smell of cherries and cherry blossoms. It was faint, yet still, it made my mouth go dry, and my skin prickle with anticipation. I twisted around to inspect the crowd, my heart beating rapidly against my ribs. She was here. Our mate was here.