Lenaleia

Being the pack defect is bad enough. Getting REJECTED? By your own fated mate?

Yeah. THAT is a whole new level of low.

Ava Grey is the pack defect, a wolfless shifter. She struggles through life with the vague dream of freedom. Her opportunity comes when she's suddenly informed that she will be attending the Lunar Gala, an annual ball for young adult shifters to find their fated mates.

And she finds him. He's beautiful and intense, and his kisses send desire through her veins like a drug.

Until he REJECTS her.

Ava isn't about to go back to her dreary life. She escapes and forges a new identity far from her pack, and far from her alpha mate. She makes new friends and is even forcefully adopted by a hilarious husky.

But just as she settles in and finds happiness, strange things begin to happen...

Her husky has been holding secrets.

She's hearing whispers that shifter packs all over are looking for her.

And she can smell a familiar scent in her apartment, which makes no sense at all... because the man it belongs to rejected her.

DECEMBER 2024 NOTE-- Author has a broken hand and updates are slower than normal. Deepest apologies. Trying to get updates more normalized again!!

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This is a wolf shifter romance with multiple triggers that like to waltz hand in hand with all the dark themes through a meadow of dead flowers. In this book you will find the highest of highs and the lowest of lows. Laugh, cry, rage; you can do them all as you follow Ava in the rather perilous journey of being a wolf shifter in this generation of werewolf romance.

There are R18 scenes sprinkled throughout this book like candy popping out of a pinata. Please read responsibly.

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Tangled in Moonlight: Unshifted

"You're so responsive," he murmurs against my neck. "Like a live wire, ready to shock the hell out of me."

I reach for his hair, winding the damp strands around my fingers. My eyes fall shut as I pull him back toward my breasts, desperate for more.

"I think you're already shocking me," I admit.

His mouth curves against my skin, and I feel the vibration of his laugh again. Those clever, experienced hands drift over my hips, splaying across my stomach before dipping lower, beneath my waistband and between my thighs.

Everything in me tightens, and I tilt my hips toward his touch. My breath catches as his fingers slide over my folds, gathering proof of my arousal before circling my entrance.

"Jesus, Lisa." His voice is barely a growl. "You're already soaked."

He pushes a finger inside me, making me keen with need. It's been so long. Too long. My skin is on fire. Nerves alive.

Lisa: Finally Connected