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I am a single mother of two boys. I love to read paranormal stories mostly. I even try my hand at writing. Not sure if I am any good.

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I am a single mother of two boys. I love to read paranormal stories mostly. I even try my hand at writing. Not sure if I am any good.
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STORY BY J. M. Byrne

Rogue Queen

Rogue Queen

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Princess Seraphina Valen has spent twenty-three years being the perfect royal daughter.The perfect future queen.The perfect political pawn.Then someone tries to murder her.Not a rogue.Not an enemy kingdom.Her fiancé.Left for dead in the cursed forests of Blackmoor, Seraphina is rescued by the last men she should trust—four rogue alphas whose names mothers use to frighten children.Ronan Blackthorne. Caius Vane. Ezra Wolfe. Malek Crowe.The kingdom calls them monsters.The rogues call themselves survivors.And when Seraphina discovers the crown has been hunting rogue bloodlines for generations, she realizes everything she knows about her family is a lie.Now she is caught between two worlds:A kingdom that wants to use her.And four rogue alphas willing to wage war for her.But Blackmoor hides an older secret.One tied to Seraphina's blood.One powerful enough to unite every rogue pack—or destroy them all.And the closer she gets to the four alphas, the more dangerous the truth becomes.Because she isn't the prize in this war.She's the weapon.

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Crossed by Midnight

Crossed by Midnight

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Midnight was the kind of woman people underestimated. Some called her a pushover. Others called her a doormat. Truth was, she just had a hard time saying no. She gave too many chances. Forgave too easily. Let people take and take until there was barely anything left of her to hold onto. But everyone has a breaking point. For some, it comes fast. For others, it takes years of swallowed anger, silent tears, and pretending not to notice the damage being done. Midnight’s came later than most. Which was ironic, considering the way she looked. With long black hair falling down her back like spilled ink, emerald-green doe eyes that hid more than they revealed, and a body sinful enough to make even God look twice, she didn’t look weak. If anything, she looked like temptation wrapped in silk and trouble. God definitely broke the mold when He made her. Too bad the world was about to break her right back.

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