Starstruck

Kyra Martin woke up convinced that she and Navajo heartthrob David Yazzie had just been married. She had vivid memories of the traditional ceremony-and the anything-but-wedding night that followed. Yet just yesterday, she and her one-time true love had called it quits-this time, forever. This wedding couldn't really have happened-could it?

THEN WHOSE CHILD WAS SHE CARRYING?

AN INNOCENT CHILD

Sweet little Kassie had been abandoned before, and adoptive dad Jack Kelleher was determined that she wouldn't lose her family again.

A DETERMINED FATHER

Why should the death of his wife cause the authorities to take away the child he'd come to love? Jack would do anything within his power to keep his adopted daughter.

AN IN-NAME-ONLY WIFE

A wife leaves her abusive husband, but soon realizes nothing will keep him away. Not even death.

Josie Collins is the wife of a world famous rock star and the envy of nearly every woman in the country. But the horrific truth is her husband wants nothing more than to see her dead.

Josie finally summons the courage to leave her famous, abusive husband and returns to her hometown among the winter wheat of Kansas. When her husband is killed in a fiery car accident while on his way to find her, she thinks she has escaped him at last, but she's wrong. It quickly becomes clear that even in death he has no intention of letting her go.

As Josie develops a rapport with sexy police chief, Paul Stark, trouble begins to brew. There's something special about the tall, mysterious officer with the long jagged scar down his face. But Josie soon learns that he's haunted by a nightmarish past.

Sparks fly in their small, Midwestern town, and as their attraction grows, so does a dead husband's fury. In order to smother this dark, sinister spirit, and perhaps find true and lasting happiness with each other, the living must learn to let go, give in, and leave their ghosts in the past.

Content Warning: Contains sensual sex and some explicit language

What more can go on? A hurrican, an attack, and new Rebel creatures. This was supposed to be fun right? Dyl and his friends have faced alot of heartache. When his future Queen and mate appears. Dyl is not completely sure he wants to go through losing someone again. After all, he lost the most important person to him already, what if he commits and she changes her mind or she is killed also. On theyr way to claim the Wizard Stronghold, Dyl has to make up his mind what he is going to do. And will Jazz be willing to go along with it.

Going to Holly Beach and finally finding his place in the world is just what Dyl needs, he only hopes that it will still be standing when all is said and done. All your favorite characters are back in this action packed adventure.

Princess Liv Thorson honestly believed she could skulk back to America, her uncharacteristic night of passion a secret known only to a sympathetic sister...and the Viking prince who possessed her underlisse. Then came the baby trifecta--woozy tummy, fainting spell, rash--telltale signs that she and Finn Danelaw had made a lot more than love....

Finn Danelaw was used to hearing all kinds of utterances from women, but "no" wasn't usually among them. He had, however, a proposal for beautiful Princess Liv...and though he'd planned a seduction along with it, he'd learned a long time ago that all good things come to those who wait. For the test results, that is. The pregnancy test...

The proud young swordelf Leira Winddancer has been captured and taken by the mighty Orc King. But he already has a new purpose for his nubile slave, find her a worthy mate! Now Liera must fight in the Orc King’s cruel arena. Win and she will live to fight another day. Lose, and she must bear the child of her monstrous foe!

Warning! This story contains 4,583 words including m/f, ogre sex, golem sex, elf sex, forced sex, breeding, and the untimely death of a giant spider and is for adults only!

Excerpt:
The fighting pit had seen better days. The sand was clumped with spider blood and golem oil in addition to the nasty gash Qoo’lag had left in the stone.
And it was vibrating.
Liera had grown so used to ignoring the crowd noise that she hadn’t even noticed that they had begun chanting.
Smagh. Smagh. Smagh.
“You know him, you love him,” Gurak was booming to an eager audience, “He chewed his way out of a red dragon and smashed his way back in. He is the Demonsmasher, the Angelripper, and the Godslayer.”
The crowd was on their feet. Liera could barely keep hers as the fighting pit shook from their crescendo of applause.
None of those nicknames sounded good.
“Please welcome Smagh the Ogre!”
In a world of giants, Smagh might have been short.
In the world of men, elves, and orcs, Smagh was a giant.
His weapon was the great iron hammer he wielded with his two enormous hands.
He didn’t wear armor. Only a loincloth covered his massive bulk. His great belly spilled over his waist and layers fat concealed the layers of muscle that Liera knew hid underneath.
For Liera knew of Smagh. All of elfkind knew of him. But they knew him by a different name.
The Ogre Emperor. The creature that had killed the elven god of wine by defeating him in a drinking contest.
Liera could feel a new resolution burning within her. The elf’s fatigue and weariness fled in an instant, replaced with a cold determination.
Her people would be avenged.