Grace McGinty

It’s not everyday you get abducted from a strip club in only a thong. While Naja had dreamed of someone rescuing her from her life, this wasn’t how she thought it would go. Sure, on the surface it was perfect. Her abductors were huge, hot and members of a race of supernaturals that were rumoured to be extinct. The Manix. Even the name was terrifying. But someone needed to update their definition of extinct, because they were cluttering up her kitchen, looking at her with desperation that had little to do with sex and everything to do with something more life altering. They insisted she held the key to their survival. They said she was an Omega and they needed to do all sorts of freaky things with her to ensure the continuation of their species. Naja wasn’t against getting a little freaky, but there was a line a sane person wouldn’t cross, but the Manix? They jumped across that line with rippling abs and both feet. However, the Manix were the least of her problems right now. Naja’s life was haunted by something worse than the boogeyman; a monster that leaves flowers on her doorstep like he was putting a tribute on her grave. The Manix may be terrifying, but could they salvation from the very thing that’s chasing her? Or will they be too late to save the only female Omega they will ever find? Manix is a Reverse Harem Omegaverse Standalone with MPREG. Contains M/M goodness.

Azar Nazemi is a firefighter with an ancient secret; she is Ifrit. A race of Djinn, or Genies as they are known to Westerners, the Ifrit have the ability to read a fire and mold it to their will. That makes her job a whole lot easier. When her crew attends a series of deadly arsons that appear to have been lit by one of her own kind, Azar knows it is up to her to track down the rogue Ifrit and stop him before he kills more people. There's only one problem; she’s spent a lifetime avoiding other Djinn and ensuring that the Djinn Ruling Council have no knowledge of her existence. A cold and brutal regime, the Djinn Council want to conscript her into slavery for one hundred years. As she pursues the Rogue, Azar will break the rules of secrecy that surround her world and enlist the help of human Arson Detective, Keenan Reilly. A chauvinist to the core, Detective Reilly has always rubbed Azar up the wrong way, mostly because she'd like him to rub her up the right way, despite her better judgement. But if she is to save her friends and the millions of people who call New York City home, then she is going to have to make a few sacrifices and bend a few rules.

My name is Nova Stone and I was a ghost in my own life until a knock at the door changed my whole world. Applying for guardianship of my infant half-brother was a no brainer, even if I hadn't known he existed. But that was before I met his uncles; two pro ice hockey players, and a CEO. They wanted to take Huey home with them and they were willing to pay me millions of dollars for the privilege. When that didn't work, they managed to convince me that it would be better for my brother–and for me–if I moved into their Ann Arbor mansion. At first, I said hell no. I'd listened to true crime podcasts. I'd read the newspaper articles. But a week of sleepless nights and emotional breakdowns later, I relented. They were helpful, I'd give them that. But they were also hot, and that was a problem. River with his brooding intensity, he was as huge as you'd picture an NHL enforcer to be. His foster brother Devan, who was mysterious and standoffish, and their best friend Rigby, the literal embodiment of a golden retriever in the body of a 6'2 pro athlete. But I had to do what was right for Huey, and anyway, how could I ever choose? And I had to choose...right? STICKS AND STONE is a reverse harem sports romance. There are definitely swear words and steamy bits. This book is a standalone.

Alternate cover edition of ASIN B07WQJZFF2 Welcome to Dark River. Population 0. When Mika McKellen woke up in a stormwater drain while backpacking around Canada, she knew that her mother was right. If you made bad choices, you would end up dead in a ditch. But when she stumbled into Dark River, even her mother could never have dreamed up the residents of this small town in the middle of nowhere, Alberta. Oh, it had all the usual suspects. Quirky diner owners, untrustworthy outcasts and a Sheriff so hot he’d make any red-blooded woman with a heartbeat beg to be in cuffs in the back of his patrol vehicle. No, the really unusual thing about Dark River was that it was entirely populated by the Undead. Vampires to be specific. And so was Mika. As Mika adjusts to the life of a Vampire, a dark presence stalks her from the shadows. One of the residents of Dark River was her maker and her murderer. And they were determined to ensure that Mika never rested in peace.

Tessa May Everett had grown up loving four things in life; bull riding, her father and her best frenemies, Branch and Beau. But in less than eight seconds, she’d lost all four things and the single most important person in her life. Four years later, Tessa May is back and ready to reclaim her dreams. She was going to be the first woman to compete on the professional bull riding circuit, and nothing was going to stop her. Not the Boys Club that already held her to a different standard. Not the other riders who looked at her with barely veiled contempt. And certainly not the reappearance of her former crushes and now rivals. With her best friend Frankie at her side, Tessa May was going to do what she’d dreamed of since she was a little girl; ride rank bulls in front of cheering crowds. And if she happened to ride a few cowboys on the way? Even better. *Warning* This book may contain strong themes that some readers find disturbing or confronting and reader discretion is advised. This is a reverse harem romance, with swearing and a considerable amount of steam.

Welcome to Eden Academy. Safe haven. Melting pot of preternatural beings from shifters to extraordinary humans. Carmen had been attending Eden Prep since before she knew her multiplication tables, and she was ready to graduate, do her time at the Academy and then get the hell out of dodge. She was sick of having a best friend who still saw her as a little kid despite the fact she was seventeen. She was sick of her Alpha older brother telling her what to do. She was sick of always being compared to Enit, her omega and incomparable littermate. The only place she felt free was fighting, and if her parents knew that? They'd kick her ass and keep her locked up in the tiny town of Dark River forever. Well, except her dad X. Carmen was pretty sure he'd be proud that she could kick ass. Carmen needed to get out into the world and live life on her own terms. But the last months of her senior year bring more surprises than she expected. A fiery runaway with a quick smile and even quicker hands. Not to mention the arrival of a boy, no a man, with dark eyes and an even darker past. Hell, maybe Eden was living up to its name after all.

Andrei Ludokov A drunken promotional after party involving unlimited vodka, several social media influencers, puck bunnies for miles, and the goalie from an opposing team, leads to a massive mistake. No, not a surprise pregnancy. I was drunk but not that drunk. No, this mistake was worse because even months later, I can’t get it out of my head and it’s effecting my performance. My coaches are on my case because I’m dragging ass on the ice. My friends are all worried because I holed up in my hometown for the entire off season. There’s only one thing to do, and there’s only one person who can help me. Juniper. My best friend and the social media manager for the IceCaps. Sure, she’ll give me her disappointed face. That sighed, “Dammit, Ludo,” that I’ve heard at least once a month since we were fourteen. But in the end she’ll help me, because she’s my Juniper Berry and she wants me to be happy. I just needed her to commit to it before I had to face “The Norse God” on the damn ice again and all my carefully controlled mistakes spiral out of control. If Rigby Engman and River Cooper can have some kind of polyamorous lifestyle in the NHL, why can’t I?

Omegas. Coveted. Reviled. In a world where reproduction has decreased, Omegas are seen as a salvation, their ability to have children with ease envied to extremes. But Omegas were scarce, so rare that they'd become a commodity, secretively hoarded by the government, right up until their 21st birthday, where they become the grand prize in a nationwide lottery, officially known as The Allotment. Every eligible male has a chance, be they Alpha or Beta. I hated it. I hated that when I revealed as an Omega, all my choices disappeared overnight. My future was decided the moment my parents found me sobbing and overwhelmed, hiding in my own closet, and to hell with my own hopes and dreams. I wanted to rage against my fate, but how did you say no to the very people who ruled the world? Easy answer; you don't. So here I am, Tryst O'Sullivan, being raffled off to random men across the country. Sure, they maintained that they were chosen at random, but what were the chances that I'd bag a honest down-to-earth mechanic one day, and then one of the richest Alphas in the country the next? Something was rotten in the system, and I had no choice but to take it. However, if my new Pack thought they were getting a sweet, docile Omega, they were going to be surprised. I'd fight back on my own if fate decided to f*ck with me one more time. I was used to fighting my battles alone. I was Tryst O'Sullivan, and I would be no man's doormat.

The Daymakers were the hottest alt-rock band since the nineties, the masked members making fans swoon at the very thought of who might be hiding under the skull masks. Known only by their stage names–Royal, Hero, Poet and Knight–their real identities were a carefully held secret. I was third-generation white trash who had no value to society. That was a direct quote from my guidance counselor, by the way. She wasn’t wrong, not really. My mom had OD’ed and my dad was in prison. I had no one and nothing. Our paths should never have crossed. But by a weird twist of fate–and the flying fists of my ex-boyfriend–I ended up in the wrong place at the right time. Hiding from my ex beneath a tour bus, I was a convenient solution to an ongoing problem for the tour company. They needed their band members to stop screwing random groupies and risking the anonymity which brought in millions of dollars for both the band and the label. I needed to get the hell away from LA and earn enough money to have a fresh start.I was taking back my future, and if that meant going on tour across the country as a glorified toy for the pleasure of some masked rockstars, then it was my choice. Unfortunately, the demons of my past weren’t done with me yet.THE DAYMAKERS is a standalone why choose, RH, rockstar romance. This book has sensitive topics. Always check the trigger warnings.

Arcadia was prepared to die alone, working boring temp jobs and eating cereal out of the box, until the time came that her heart finally gave out. But a chance meeting on the subway changes everything. Now she's shacked up with not one guy, but seven intriguing men who are as sexy as well...sin. But she'll soon discover that there is more to the guys than their attractive appearance. Their meeting was not as happenstance as she was led to believe. Arcadia will have to make a choice: boring safety or sexy adventure? This is a reverse harem serial that will be released in 25k word instalments. Recommended for 18+ as it contains some pantie-melting sex scenes.

Arcadia’s dying. But that’s okay. She was prepared to spend her last years alone, working boring temp jobs and eating cereal straight out of the box, until the inevitable moment that her heart finally gave out. That way, she wouldn’t cause anyone any unnecessary grief, and that was noble, right? But a chance meeting on the subway changes everything. Now she's living with not one guy, but seven intriguing men who are all as sexy as, well… sin. But she'll soon discover that there is more to the guys than their attractive appearance and their disconcerting willingness to take care of a complete stranger. They are the embodiment of a Seven Deadly Sins, pawns in an ancient bet, and apparently so was Arcadia, who was meant to be some kind of savior. They chose the wrong girl. Death was knocking at her door, and so was the Devil.

I moved out to LA to participate in a Graphic Design scholarship that turned out to be fake. That was just my luck. But there was no way I could return home. Not to the already disappointed faces of my parents, who have never believed that ‘fiddling around on your computer’ was an actual career. Not back to my friends who thought I was insane for breaking up with my long-term boyfriend to move out here in the first place. Not back to Georgia, full stop. So when I saw an advert in the creative pages for a graphic design and video editing job with three social media influencers–room and board included–it seemed too good to be true. It had to be a skeezy porn director trawling for new 'models', right? But I was desperate and I was willing to try anything. Turns out, I was half right. They were social media influencers alright, but for ClickHeart, a subscription service where… well… they got naked. A lot. Sure, sometimes Everett cooked (naked) and Harrison did pottery (naked) but Darwin literally just stroked his ginormous– Well, you get the point. After their previous video editor uploaded their stuff to The Hub without their permission, the guys had decided it was necessary to have their own live-in designer. But they wanted a guy. Not a girl who was deceptively named Blake. It might have been an accident that they invited me to their place for an interview, but they were the stepping stone I needed to stay in LA and finally achieve my dreams. I just had to get real cool with a lot of things real fast. Should be fine, right?

They say that cats and women will do what they want, and that had never been more true than in the case of Kitten. I mean, she didn’t even have a name; my best friend Beckett and I had named her Kitten when we were fifteen. She’d been dumped on the edge of Maxton, that much was obvious. We hadn’t know when, or why, but she’d been living out there for so long she was a hissing, spitting mess. She could barely speak, she was skin and bones. We’d tried to take her back with us, but she’d be stuffed in the Sanctum, and she’d die. They didn’t care about saving people in there, especially not weird feral girls. Sometimes I thought we’d made a mistake, leaving her out there. We built her a house, in a fucking tree at that. For years we brought her food and clothes, slowly taught her how to speak, made sure she was comfortable as a wild girl could be. We offered over and over to bring her into Maxton, but every time we tried, she fought us tooth and nail, hissing like a house cat. Hence the name Kitten. Then we grew up. Found our Omega, Darius, formed a Pack. Our visits to Kitten got less and less, our frustration growing more and more prominent until there was only animosity between us. Then the world went crazy, and Kitten was at risk. We’d save her now, and it didn’t matter if she hate us or not. At least she’d be alive. Feral is the third standalone book int the Shadow Bred series. This series is Reverse Harem Omegaverse novel with MM and MPREG themes.

My Beta says I had a savior complex, and considering my life's work had revolved around saving my half-sister and getting revenge for my father, he may have been correct. Sure, I did it by becoming one of the most feared criminals south of the border. I never said I was the good guy. Now my sister was safe after exacting revenge for us all, and I was at a loss. What the hell did I do now? Well, I could do what any sane person would do: Break into a top secret government facility and save the Omega that had haunted my dreams for more than a decade. Maybe overthrow an Alpha or two in my spare time. Find a pretty Beta girl and start a real Pack. You know, Average Joe shit.