sanimimosa7

On her eighteenth birthday, Valerie Lane’s dreams for the future–getting accepted into the Helblaze pack–came crumbling down when she wasn’t blessed with her wolf form. The Moon Goddess’ betrayal left her in so many pieces that she was unable to recover for months… until her fate finally smiled upon her and blessed her with her mate.

Valerie’s lonely and sad life turned perfect overnight, almost like something out of a fairytale.

Caleb Lockhart–the beta of the Helblaze pack–was everything that she had ever dreamt of. If one were to believe Valerie’s perspective, he was more than she deserved–tall, handsome, charming, and above all… loving.

Valerie relishes in the bliss of her newfound love life until Caleb starts showing his true colors. She constantly has to beg for an ounce of affection from her mate, and constantly has to endure the ridicule from the other women and the pack members.

Just when she believes that she is fated to rot in hell on earth, someone else starts showering her with the affection she so desires.

Will Valerie open her heart to the man who can be her salvation from eternal damnation?

Excerpt:
“Open your mouth,” he commanded in a ragged whisper.

I did as he asked. Although embarrassed, I parted my lips, just enough to let out the breath that I was holding.

His lips immediately sealed mine shut and began to move skillfully–every stroke of his jaw precise and succinct–evoking the primal urge from deep within me. I tried to keep up with his pace but my inexperience was painfully obvious.

He suddenly entangled his slender fingers with my loose hair and pulled it down to tilt my head up. I don’t know why my heart raced at that action of his, but it did. I bet my heart rate topped the chart when he nipped my lower lip and whispered, my lip still between his teeth, “Open wider. Let me taste you.”

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The cover art was commissioned from Artist Shu G Sin. Find him on Instagram @shu_g_sin

Fated Damnation

Ah! Saturday morning. What a fine day it was. I woke up late in the morning–at around 8–without a hangover. I didn't have too much to drink, unlike Julia.

She was groaning and cursing herself as soon as she opened her eyes. I prepared a bowl of hangover soup for her. While she slowly drank it, I cleaned up the mess we had left in the living room yesterday and prepared a quick breakfast for us–buttered toast with some leftover beef from yesterday's takeout.

We then did our laundry and weekly deep cleaning of the flat. I started vacuuming the whole place while Julia began wiping the tables and rack. We were so engrossed in cleaning that we both got startled by a loud slamming on the door.

Julia quickly collected herself and answered my questioning gaze, "It's your mate."

"Oh! I didn't know he was coming." I turned off the vacuum cleaner and ran to open the door, my heart beating rapidly in excitement at this sweet surprise.

Not a Dream