Lenaleia

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do?

Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos.

But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express.

Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is.

And he rejects her. Because of course he does.

Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate. 

Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands.

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 fated/rejected mates urban fantasy romance.

Content warning for: Nudity, more nudity, swear words, inappropriate humor, dead people, undead people, incomprehensible amounts of magic, werewolves and all the fetishes that come with them, did I mention the nudity?, and a questionable level of sanity at times.

Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha

Fun update: Hand is broken. Updates will be sporadic! Apologies!

Broken Hand

"Isn't that curious? A doctor. And where do doctors work?"

Of all the reasons he ghosted me, this was not what I expected.

"Nik, I know it's hard to believe, but it's true. My date saw it with his own eyes."

Who requests to be put in jail over hitting a doctor? I shake my head. "It must be some crazy rumor. Maybe your date misunderstood or—"

"He didn't misunderstand anything," Penelope interrupts, her voice firm. "He was right there when Logan stormed into the hospital, demanding to see you. Said he was on guard."

My heart races, a warm and tingling feeling buzzing through my veins. "But why would he do that? He rejected me as his mate. We're over." Except he was full of remorse once he realized he'd misunderstood the situation. He'd wanted us to talk. He hadn't just walked away, not until I'd activated the ward.

Logan's Absence