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Awakening Scarlett
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The scent of eucalyptus and sweat hung in the air like a badge of dedication. The gym was half-full—mid-morning on a Tuesday always was. Enough people to keep the place alive, but quiet enough that Scarlett could think while counting reps. "Three more, Lizzie. Come on," she encouraged, crouching beside her client, who was grimacing mid-lunge. "Push through the burn." Lizzie just so happened to be Scarletts best friend and they ran the gym together... a dream they had since high school. "I'm pushing," Lizzie huffed, her voice cracking under the strain. "You're a sadist, you know that?" Scarlett grinned. "Sadist, maybe. Effective, definitely." Lizzie collapsed onto the mat after the final rep, arms splayed, chest heaving. Scarlett handed her a water bottle and stood, wiping her hands on her towel. At 5'7", with toned arms and a no-nonsense ponytail, Scarlett Reed looked every bit the dedicated trainer. But her sharp green eyes hinted at a mind always running—questioning, observing, absorbing. She checked her watch. 10:14 a.m. Her next client was a new sign-up. "Damon Wolfe"—that name didn’t ring any bells, but the front desk had emphasized new and important, which usually meant spoiled or high-maintenance. Scarlett rolled her eyes, already imagining a chiseled influencer type, probably asking if protein powder counted as a meal. A chime sounded from the front door, followed by a low murmur from the reception area. Scarlett glanced over, mid-sip from her water bottle—and promptly forgot how to swallow. The man walking in wasn’t just tall—he commanded space. Lean muscle under a plain black t-shirt, dark jeans molded to long legs, and a presence that shifted the air. His hair was black, slightly tousled, like he'd just run through a forest—or maybe a dream. A jagged scar sliced through his left eyebrow, giving him a dangerous edge, but his face was… beautiful, in a way that didn't seem entirely real. Eyes like storm clouds locked onto hers, and for a split second, Scarlett’s chest tightened in a way she didn’t understand. "Scarlett?" He said her name like he already knew it, like he’d spoken it before. She blinked. "Uh, yeah. That’s me." He extended his hand. "Damon Wolfe. I’m your 10:15."
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The Alpha's Challenge
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A new book following the life of a student named Molly, who has a troubled childhood and wants to move on with her life. How will she overcome her past and follow her dreams? I lay awake. I watched as the darkness around me played tricks on my eyes. The ceiling seemed to manipulate into tiny dancers, swaying across the pale paint. Their bodies diving between each other and their night never ending. The only sound was the creek from the floorboards of the hallway. Slow and thoughtful movements. Movements with meaning and satanic ideas. I'd heard them before. Almost every night. My lips lay slightly parted. Dry and chapped, aching for a cool liquid to quench their thirst. I took the silent breaths of my final moments of control. My chest slowly rising and falling, carefully not making a sound. Silence was a skills I had perfected. My body frozen in time. My muscles ached from the tension and the overwhelming anxiety causing paralysis. Each floorboard creaked louder than the last, until a shadow emerged underneath the door. Two black shapes sat at the bottom. I knew what it meant. My heart started beating so fast, it was almost audible. Deceiving me. I close my eyes and curled into a ball, pretending to be asleep. Maybe, just maybe... ...It wasn't enough. It never was. The door handle creaked and slowly the once blackened room, filled with an orange glow. I was frozen in place, too scared to move. To scared to speak. The booted footsteps shuffle forwards and the door clicks. We are surrounded by the shadows once more. But this time, its not the floorboard I hear, but a grunting breath fueled with alcohol and misery. Fueled with desperation and narcissistic will. The bed dips and I hear the words... "Its ok, I'm your dad. It's fine".
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Luna: A Beautiful Mess
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Please note this book is written by a British person, so there are spelling and language differences for my US readers. Thank you so much to all my lovely readers. This book is now complete and I would love some feedback at the end on whether a sequel is desired! Kiera wants nothing more than to escape her long rein of abuse from her childhood kidnapper of 6 years. She doesn't know it yet but she has great powers and will be hunted by others for it. She plans to run away as soon as she gains her wolf at 18, living a solitary life and finally figuring herself out. But that's all about to change when she finds her mate two days before she turns 18. How will Kiera cope with the discoveries she is about to make and the battles yet to come. Read on to find out. Copyright ©️ 2020-2021. All rights reserved. This book is signed and published by Dreame and Dreame alone. ******* There I was, stood looking into the bathroom mirror, starring right through my reflection. Looking into my eyes, which compose of dark brown circles edgeing inwards in an embré of lighter brown, with green flecks sprinkled across the cornea. I slowly move my eyes down and see the freckles in a ribbon across my nose. I always hated my freckles, but as I had gotten older I realised they gave me character and matched the brown colour of my hair. I stood silently, watching as the image before me felt detached. "Kiera!"- I heard my name being called for what felt like the hundredth time today. I took a deep breath and exhaled while I looked at myself in the mirror one more time. I realised I didn't know who was looking back at me anymore, my eyes felt lost, like they belonged to someone else. #RoyalRomance
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