Ivy Asher

I didn’t think pulling off for a quick bite to eat in a tiny town in the middle of nowhere would change everything.I was wrong.Now I’m running through the forest wearing nothing but a red cloak, being hunted by wolves.I don’t know what in the fucked up Red Riding Hood role play is going on here, but I’m desperate, terrified, and not ready to die.When they attack, I know this is it.Except…it isn’t.Because the den of wolves that bite me somehow turn into men. Men who swear I’m just like them—a shifter. And as much as I don’t want to believe them, I’m not sure they’re wrong.There’s a wildness brimming inside me, something monstrous that’s threatening to break loose. The den claims they can help me tame it, but they’re not the only ones out here in the woods.There’s someone that’s trying to drag me from the moonlight into the dark. And it’s going to take everything I am, everything I’m becoming, to stop them.

What do you do when you thought it was all over, only to realize it's all just begun? I died. I looked into Rogan Kendrick’s eyes, told him I loved him…and then I died. So how the hell am I standing naked in the middle of a morgue, doing my best not to freak the fuck out? I’m a Bone Witch, or at least I was before Rogan bound us together. Blood magic now flows through my veins too, and I think somehow the man I shouldn’t love, the one who betrayed me, who couldn’t choose me…has saved me. If the High Council finds out they’ll hunt us, and they won’t be the only ones. A certain bastard demon did promise to see me soon. I don’t know exactly what the hell is going on, but I do know this: My name is Lennox Osseous and it’s time to show them why you don’t fuck with the Bone Witch.

I never saw it coming...the bones...the magic...the betrayal. It’s no longer a question of who I can trust—the answer is no one. Now, it’s about survival. I’m in the heart of the Order, trying to solve a series of mysterious disappearances, while doing everything that I can not to become bait. Enemies are circling, and they can’t seem to decide if they see me as a pawn or as a threat. Oh, and there’s that little issue of being tethered to Rogan, who I now want to kill. It’s time to figure out just what I’m capable of though. Because fool me once...shame on you. But fool me twice...and I will crush your bones to dust. My name is Lennox Osseous, and I’m about to unleash the wrath of the Bone Witch.

I never thought in a million years that the bones would choose me. The power, the magic, was supposed to go to someone else in the family. I was counting on it. But now my Grammy Ruby is gone, and here the bones sit on my kitchen table. I thought bitter relatives would be my biggest problem. But I’ve barely had time to find a familiar before trouble comes a-knocking. The kind that possesses smoldering green eyes and a smile that can turn any woman dumb. His name is Rogan Kendrick, and he’s certain that someone is hunting down and taking my kind. According to him, I’m next. This is a world that I never wanted to be a part of, but magic gives no fucks and takes no prisoners... At least we have that much in common. I don’t know what my ancestors were thinking when they chose me, but I’m going to give them a run for their money. My name is Lennox Osseous, but you can call me the Bone Witch.

Six years ago, I awoke in a cage with no knowledge of who I was or where I’d come from. Six years ago, I was spared the flesh markets and instead thrown in with a group of savages, where I learned it was fight or die. Now, eight Orders of Assassins are converging on the only home I’ve ever known. All in hopes of purchasing new blade slaves for their ranks. I’m for sale, yet all I want is a life far from death and ownership. Then I meet them, the Order of Scorpions. Their allure is a threat to the freedom I crave, but I won’t fall victim to their sting, no matter how tempting it might be. They want to own me, to claim me, but the Scorpions have no idea what they’ve bargained for. They’re about to learn what venom flows in my veins. I don’t just bite…I destroy. This book is a dark fantasy romance. It contains graphic violence, strong language, explicit romance, and other content that could be triggering. Please see the author's note inside for a more detailed description of content concerns. Order of Scorpions is a Why Choose standalone story.

My name is Vinna, and I’ve been keeping a lot of secrets. You would too if you'd experienced some of the weird shit I have: red-eyed monsters chasing me, markings on my body appearing out of nowhere, a strange power that crackles colorfully over my skin from time to time, and don't get me started on the weapons I can conjure up almost out of nowhere. Lucky for me, I have yet to meet someone whose ass I couldn't kick, inside the ring or out. I put that to the test when I run headfirst into a fight that brings all my secrets, and reality as I know it, crashing down around me. Now, I'm looking for answers and trying to piece together what the hell is going on. Paranormal is my new way of life. It's not going to be easy, and I'm not exactly welcome. That is, until I meet the boys, and trust me, they are anything but boyish. I'm up against elders who think I’m too powerful, a family who views me as a threat, and something lurking in the shadows that's been coming for me my whole life. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going down without a fight. I’m not lost anymore, and I'm about to show this world exactly what I can do. Author’s Note: This is the first book in The Lost Sentinel Series and ends with a cliffhanger. This book is a medium burn reverse harem story, intended for ages 18 years and older. This story contains strong language, sexual situations, and violence. Book two coming in January

It’s never a good combo to be broke and desperate. You do stupid things. Like accidentally sign your soul over to Hell. When I interviewed for a new security job, I didn’t bat an eye that it was for a literal graveyard shift...headstones and all. I mean, at the hourly rate they were offering, who cares? I got this. Turns out, I’m not guarding a graveyard like I thought. It seems I’ve just walked my broke ass into protecting a Gate to Hell. Yeah…I don’t got this. Now I’m stuck in a terrifying new reality: a group of hot demons who act like I can solve all their problems, and a battle between good, evil, and balance. This will seriously teach me to read the fine print on Help Wanted ads. Good thing this job comes with a scythe. Maybe I can use it to stop them from dragging my ass into Hell.

I’ve been waiting my whole life to get my wolf. But now that the time is here, I need to run. ⁣ ⁣ Three years ago, a nightmare of an alpha took over my pack by force, and ever since, he’s been trying to do the same to me. ⁣ I can’t let that happen.⁣ ⁣ I need to escape him before he can lay a claim, flee from what I’ve always wanted, or risk getting a wolf that will submit to him. ⁣ But nothing goes to plan. When I’m forced to take on my wolf spirit, my alpha attacks, and the fight shatters us in ways we never knew possible. ⁣ ⁣ Now we’re broken. Jagged. Rabid. ⁣ ⁣ To punish me, punish us for not submitting, my new wolf and I are thrown away to a savage pack, where we come face to face with Ruin Falls and the biggest monster of them all. ⁣ ⁣ Alpha Tyran. ⁣ ⁣ But...maybe a monster is exactly what a rabid bitch like me needs. ⁣ ⁣ Will my wolf and I snap, lost to our fractured savagery? Or will this ferocious alpha teach us just what our broken nature is capable of? Maybe we can get our revenge. ...That is, if we’re rabid enough to take it. This is a standalone book set in a shared world. Authors note: This book is a dark shifter romance. There are elements of strong language, violence, assault, and other situations that may be triggering.

We were Army Rangers, the best of the best. And then one day, everything that we worked so hard to become was ripped away. Now, we’re in some podunk town, trying to find a sense of normal amongst the crazy, and learn how to live again. That gets a hell of a lot harder to do when a virus spreads mercilessly across the country, killing 85% of the people who contract it. In the midst of the panic, we’re tasked with one last rescue mission. It’s just our luck that the fool we’re rescuing doesn’t believe that the world as we know it is actually ending. Looks like the apocalypse is about to get real interesting. This is a stand-alone Reverse Harem Romance. This book is intended for readers who are 18+ due to strong language and graphic sexual content.

I’ve been waiting my whole life to get my wolf. But now that the time is here, I need to run. ⁣ ⁣ Three years ago, a nightmare of an alpha took over my pack by force, and ever since, he’s been trying to do the same to me. ⁣ I can’t let that happen.⁣ ⁣ I need to escape him before he can lay a claim, flee from what I’ve always wanted, or risk getting a wolf that will submit to him. ⁣ But nothing goes to plan. When I’m forced to take on my wolf spirit, my alpha attacks, and the fight shatters us in ways we never knew possible. ⁣ ⁣ Now we’re broken. Jagged. Rabid. ⁣ ⁣ To punish me, punish us for not submitting, my new wolf and I are thrown away to a savage pack, where we come face to face with Ruin Falls and the biggest monster of them all. ⁣ ⁣ Alpha Tyran. ⁣ ⁣ But...maybe a monster is exactly what a rabid bitch like me needs. ⁣ ⁣ Will my wolf and I snap, lost to our fractured savagery? Or will this ferocious alpha teach us just what our broken nature is capable of? Maybe we can get our revenge. ...That is, if we’re rabid enough to take it. This is a standalone book set in a shared world. Authors note: This book is a dark shifter romance. There are elements of strong language, violence, assault, and other situations that may be triggering.

My name is Vinna, and my magic is an asshole. I mean, what else would you call it when it does whatever it wants, whenever it wants? Now I have Enoch and his coven looking at me like I’m the one, and a bunch of pissed off Chosen. I have no answers and no time to deal with this shit. Lachlan and Keegan managed to get themselves caught by Adriel, the big bad lamia who murders and hunts Sentinels. Time is running out, and If my Chosen and I can’t get battle ready, then we’re destined to become more names on the list of the missing. It’s time to meet the lamia who’s been coming for me my whole life. It’s time to do what no one else has been able to do. It’s time to cut the fucker’s head off. Author’s Note: This is the third book in The Lost Sentinel Series and ends with a cliffhanger. This book is a medium burn reverse harem story, intended for ages 18 years and older. This story contains strong language, sex, and violence.

My name is Vinna and I am a Sentinel. I’m the last in a line of a hunted, magical race, coveted and killed for our power and abilities. I was hidden and protected, but now that I’ve been found, it’s a race to see who can command and control me. Joke’s on them, I bow to no one. I need to master my magic, and protect the five guys I’ve marked as my own at all costs. Because the line between friend and foe is dangerously blurry, and I’m collecting enemies like Sentinels collect runes. It’s time to prepare for battle, claim my place, and get ready to fuck up anything or anyone that comes for me and my Chosen. Authors Note: This is the second book in The Lost Sentinel Series and ends with a cliffhanger. This book is a medium burn Reverse Harem story, intended for ages 18 years and older. This book contains swearing, graphic sex, and violence.

Just when I think things are starting to look up...I manage to get myself kidnapped. All I want to do is figure out how the hell to get home. But instead, I’ve been shot out of the sky, netted, half drowned, and now I’ve been taken to Kestrel City, home of the Avowed. The Hidden claim the Avowed are the enemy, but I’m about to learn nothing is ever just black and white. Well, except maybe for my gryphon. I need to keep Pigeon and her wandering eye on a tight leash. Which is a hell of a lot easier said than done. She has an appetite for assholes and secrets, and there’s plenty of both flying around here. Can I keep my head down, my wings folded, and Pigeon in check long enough to find the answers I’ve been looking for? I sure as fuck hope so, but it’s not looking so good.

My name is Vinna, and it all started with a routine fight in the middle of nowhere Nevada that ended up changing everything. I found… Family. My Chosen. Power. Vengeance. Now I find myself in the middle of nowhere Russia, my destiny within walking distance, and I have no idea what I’ll find. Will I be welcomed? Feared? Despised? We’re about to find out. Sentinel City, ready or not here I come.

Savoy's story continues in book 2 of The Sept.

When it comes to dragons, there’s no such thing as safe. I learned that the hard way when my kith and kindred were slaughtered right before my eyes. Everyone thinks the wyverns and the sorcai did it, but I know the truth. I’ve been hiding from The Horde ever since, existing under their radar, surviving. And then one day, they find me…he finds me. Aeson Noctis, the king’s second son and my new captor. Aeson thinks he can force me back to Paragon City. He thinks he can use me and claim my power for his own. But the dragons should’ve been more careful about who they let inside their city. I’m not some weak little pawn. I’m here looking for answers. I’m here looking for revenge. When it comes to dragons, there’s no such thing as safe. I know because I am one, and now I’m going to make The Horde pay for what they’ve done. They thought they killed all the Syphons. They thought they hunted down every one. They thought wrong.

Fight, win, advance my alpha’s agenda, and keep my family safe. Simple. Until my little sister is taken, and everything around me comes crashing down. Betrayed by the pack I swore fealty to, I cut ties and start hunting for Harlow on my own. Little did I know that my search would put me on a collision course with everything I’ve been running from. I’ve been hiding for years, protecting my secrets and my family at all costs while lurking in the shadows where it’s safe. Now, I’m stuck with a group of shifter knights in shining armor who think they can help me. I start to think maybe they can until my past finally catches up with me, and I run into a Sentinel. She isn’t the first who’s been sent to take me out, and she won’t be the last. I need to kill the Sentinel before she can tell the others where I am, then get rid of the knights, regardless of how much my wolf wants to keep them, so I can find my sister and disappear again. Good thing fighting is what I do. I don’t know how to quit or back down, and when it comes to Harlow, I’ll do whatever it takes. Fuck the consequences and anyone who gets in my way.

I am a latent wolf shifter. Or so I thought. Then life as I knew it changed in a flash—or more accurately, an electrocution. I’ve woken up in a strange place, surrounded by strange people who hate me. They’re in the middle of a war, and I look like I belong on the wrong side of it. If that’s not enough to qualify as a really bad day, I now have wings and a strange animal to figure out, because it turns out that there’s not a damn latent thing about me. If I want to live, I have to prove that I’m not the spy I’m accused of being. Then I need to figure out how the fuck to get back home before all hell breaks loose. Too bad my animal has zero interest in working with me unless it has to do with the two hot assholes that lead this rebel group. I’m on my own, in a place I’ve never even heard of, with threats I don’t know how to defeat. And lucky me, I might as well have a rotisserie chicken living inside of me for all the help my newly discovered gryphon is. Perfect. Just fucking perfect.

The last place I ever wanted to be was in the middle of someone else’s war. Too bad fate doesn’t give a fuck. When I first woke up in the land of the Gryphons, I had one goal...getting back home. I was so focused on figuring out how to leave that I got myself exiled from the Hidden, captured by the Avowed, and managed to claim not one, but three mates. Although I had no idea about that last one until it was too late. Oh right, and then I almost died. I thought having my throat slit from ear to ear was going to be the worst of my problems. But my asshole mates make coming back from the brink of death look like a glide through the sky compared to dealing with them. I’m ready to accept my fate and right the wrongs of the past. I just wish I had some idea how to keep the pricks I’m bound to from fighting long enough so we can find the help we need. I’m supposed to awaken all that I am in order to finally free the Gryphons, but will I find the key to unlock all the answers in time? War is breathing down our backs, and if we can’t figure out how to come together...we’re all going to die.

Noah's story continues in book 2 of The Eerie.

Go into Hell, the hot demons said. It’ll be no big deal, they said. I was only supposed to walk through a Hellish Ring or two so we could find out my demonic origin. Easy peasy, Right? Wrong. Now I’m alone, locked up in some freak’s dungeon, and mourning the loss of my demons. Could they have done the impossible and survived the attack? Can they find me here? I don’t even know where here is. And…why the hell do I have wings? I don’t have time for this shit. I need to figure out what I am, where I am, and how to get out of here. Because I have a Hellgate to guard and my demons to search for, and nobody is going to stand in my way. Not even the Devil himself.

Nightmare Penitentiary is no joke. The worst of the worst in the paranormal world end up at NP, and I just got sentenced there. For others, this might be cause for freaking the hell out. But for me, it's a fucking relief. You see, I've been sold off to the big bad asshole, Alpha Bowen - thanks mom and dad! But if they think I'm going to go quietly, or at all, they haven't been paying attention to how I roll. Nightmare Penitentiary is the perfect place to escape, and I'm ready. If only people would stop trying to break me out. Seriously, it's annoying. I'm ready to relax and serve my sentence, but then I meet the prison guard, Rook. I can't seem to escape his heated stares, the head wobbles, or the dimples. Sweet pop rocks, the dimples! You're not supposed to meet the male of your dreams in prison, but tell that to fate. Too bad I'm not as out of reach from the troubles hunting me down as I thought... and now, there's nowhere to run because, like, I got myself imprisoned. FML.