THE TRACKER’S MATE
I’m a kick-butt tracker. The best in the business.
Dead or alive, I find them. No one can hide from me, including people’s predestined mates. I can hook couples up better than Tinder. It’s my specialty.
A year ago, I opened my own agency, and now that I’m finally looking out for number one, my bank account has regained its lost confidence.
So when Jake Knight suddenly returns, determined to drag me back into the dangerous life I used to lead—the same one where ramen was a staple and I became homeless—I put my brand new Louis Vuitton boot down.
He can take his hot, werewolf self back to whatever hole he crawled from.
Sure, it sucks there’s a supernatural war brewing, and the werewolf I used to date has gone missing, but Jake won’t drag me back into that life. No way. He can fight crime all on his lonesome. I’m done with it.
Or at least that’s my goal until the attempts on my life begin, and I barely escape. Now, I have an ancient vampire on my tail, and a hot werewolf reawakening our troubled past, and I must fight not to lose myself again.
When my parents were banished from Wolf City before I was born, I thought there was no way I would ever live in a pack again. Cuffed, with my shifter magic bound, I was forced to go to school with witches and vampires in order to keep my true nature from coming out.
Then I met him.
The Alpha’s son was visiting the Delphi College for Magically Banished Youth and spotted me. He took one look at me, and an hour later, I was being pulled out of school, taken into Wolf City and leaving my parents and everything I knew behind.
It’s the Alpha’s son’s selection year, the year he must pick a mate, and every female aged 18-22 must be in attendance
I’ve landed myself in the middle of Werewolf Bachelor, and just when I think I’ve got a handle on things, Sawyer releases my cuffs, unbinds my magic, and sees what I really am.
The problem is, I don’t know what this creature is that I transform into. It’s not an ordinary werewolf, that’s for damn sure.
CAPTIVE OF WOLVES
She has survived inhuman horrors. They will protect her at all costs. But can they save her from the monsters within them?
For years, the monsters who killed my family have held me in a cage. Brutalized and half-starved. Only kept alive so they can steal my blood.
Until one evening when four eerily gorgeous men break me out of my prison.
They offer me a safe haven under their protection. A soft bed, delicious food, and all I need to heal. I’m not used to this kindness—or the desires their smoldering eyes and strong hands stir in my body and my heart.
But these fearsome men aren’t really men. Like my captors, they’re fae who can shift into wolves. A curse gripping the faerie realm turns them wild under the full moon, and only my blood can cure their rage.
As long as I’m a prize more than a person, how can I trust their kindness?
I’ve survived this long without giving up. Somehow this damaged human girl will hold her own among the savage wolves.
I had only one motto and it was to stay hidden and survive.
My future was set until a perfectly orchestrated accident killed my parents. Their close guards managed to pull me from the debris and allowed me to escape.
Fast forward twelve years and I’m finally heading to college as a human. When I think back on my past life, my heart broke all over again. Even though the throne was mine, it was the last thing I ever wanted. I was fine on my own until he changed everything.
When Mum died, I inherited a lot more than a pack of lies.
I landed a $410,000 debt.
Discovered her previous surname.
And her real place of birth.
Desperate to uncover the truth, I drive to a tiny dot on the map called Deception Valley.
Coincidental name? Nope.
There, I find her secret family—because she had one of those too.
How many lies are we at? Honestly, I’ve lost count, but local gossip captures my attention. Apparently, Mum’s other family play laser tag every Wednesday. Not even joking. Laser tag.
What the hell is this place?
In hindsight, the massive guy with honey irises was my first major clue. Unusual eyes for a human, right?
Perfect eyes for a werewolf.
But sexy supernaturals, thongs, and mounting financial strain aside, Mum’s past is buried somewhere in this valley, and I need to dig up the truth or find a way to live with her lies.
What do you do when neither option will leave you unscathed?
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