Allison Franklin

Catherine is not only a rogue half-breed, she is also the result of mate-bond infidelity, was abandoned as a baby and, to top it off, she can only shift during the full moon. When Catherine left the only pack she'd ever known in order to escape the new alpha, the last thing she expected was to find her mate... let alone for him to be the mouth-watering, heavily tattooed, lead warrior of the most feared lycan pack on the continent.

Graham MacTavish wasn't prepared to find his mate in the small town of Sterling that borders the Blackmoore Packlands. He certainly didn't expect her to be a rogue, half-breed who smelled of Alpha blood. With her multi-colored eyes, there was no stopping him from falling hard the moment their mate bond snapped into place. He would do anything to claim her, protect her and cherish her no matter the cost.

From vengeful ex-lovers, pack politics, species prejudice, hidden plots, magic, kidnapping, poisoning, rogue attacks, and a mountain of secrets including Catherine's true parentage there is no shortage of things trying to tear the two apart.

Despite the hardships, a burning desire and willingness to trust will help forge a strong bond between the two... but no bond is unbreakable. When the secrets kept close to heart are slowly revealed, will the two be able to weather the storm? Or will the gift bestowed upon Catherine by the moon goddess be too insurmountable to overcome?

“I thought we discussed this earlier, Weakness? I warned you. His death is on your hands.”
“I thought you said you were done chasing me?” Gen mocked.
“I am done chasing you.”
Before she could formulate a witty remark, Matteo threw her down. She landed hard on her back atop his dining room table. She tried to sit up when she noticed what he was doing. His hands were working on his belt. It came free of his pants with a violent yank. She collapsed back on her elbows, her mouth gaping open at the display. His face was a mask of sheer determination, his eyes were a dark gold swimming with heat and desire. His hands wrapped around her thighs and pulled her to the edge of the table. He glided his fingers up her thighs and hooked several around the inside of her panties. His knuckles brushed her dripping sex.
“You’re soaking wet, Genevieve. Tell me, was it me that made you this way or him?” his voice told her to be careful with her answer. His knuckles slid down through her folds and she threw her head back as she moaned. “Weakness?”
“You…” she breathed.


Genevieve loses a bet she can’t afford to pay. In a compromise, she agrees to convince any man her opponent chooses to go home with her that night. What she doesn’t realize when her sister’s friend points out the brooding man sitting alone at the bar, is that man won’t be okay with just one night with her. No, Matteo Accardi, Don of one of the largest gangs in New York City doesn’t do one night stands. Not with her anyway.

Her first kiss... and it tasted of blood.

Frankie Donati is not a good man. He does not swoon. His heart does not skip. He does not fall. He uses, takes, conquers, and discards. Simple as that. Until it’s not. There’s a new girl at the club. She’s young, beautiful, and looks like she could use that scalpel to do far more than relieve a fighter’s swollen eyelids. And she thinks she can hide from him.

Gloria Rubanov is on the run. When the man she was promised to as a small child comes to collect, her mother does the only thing she can think of: she asks a friend to hide her daughter among the most dangerous mafia family in the country, the Accardis. But with the Accardis’ hands full with a war of their own, it’s only a matter of time before her fiance discovers her… and reclaims her.

When a chance encounter in a compromising position leads to obsession, there is only one way Frankie Donati is letting another man have what’s his: They’ll have to take her from his cold. dead. hands.

“Even if your blood didn’t flow through my veins from our binding,” he began, his voice low and throaty as if his touch ignited something in him too. He licked his lip and her gaze tracked the movement. “Even if I weren’t of alpha blood with a powerful wolf…” His face lowered until he was only a hairsbreadth away from kissing her. “I would still be able to hear your heart from across the room and know your words are dripping with lies.”
Isla gasped and yanked away from his touch. “I’m not lying!” she yelled in desperation.
The Mate Killer sighed and shook his head again. “It doesn’t matter nonetheless.”
He turned away, the towel around his waist hanging precariously low.
“What doesn’t matter?” she asked, following after him. “Just let me go.”
“I can’t,” he said, digging through a bag of clothes.
“You can’t or you won’t?”
“Either. It’s all semantics.”
“Why?!”
“Because I’ve made my decision.”
“What decision?”
“That you’re mine,” he said, his back still turned.


Prince Sylvan of Eredhal, the Mate Killer, the man who threatens to kill her mother and destroy her kingdom. One decision to take matters into her own hands leads Princess Isla of Tridea straight into the enemy's encampment. With dagger in hand, she is ready to kill the sleeping Prince herself... Until large fingers wrap around her wrist, stopping her plan cold and sparking a connection that will lead two enemies even further into ruin. Hidden identities, a seemingly never-ending war, a man who can't take a mate, a woman who refuses to accept love from a monster, magic that cannot be controlled and a secret that threatens to tear all of existence apart... And it all hinges on them.