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

I take a deep breath, steeling myself. "Of course. Lead the way."

As we follow Officer Davis and Logan to an interview room, I can feel Logan's eyes on me. The weight of his gaze is almost physical, and it takes all my willpower not to meet his eyes.

Nope. Not playing whatever weird games he wants to play. He rejected me. And yes, he saved me. But he made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me, and I'm not about to pine after crumbs of his attention.

The interview room is small and stark, with a table and four chairs. It looks just like the last room I was in. Maybe it's the same one.

I sit down, Penelope taking the seat next to me. Logan and Officer Davis sit across from us, and I can't help but notice how Logan's presence seems to fill the room.

"Ms. d'Armand," Officer Davis begins, his tone gentle. "We understand you've been through a lot recently. We appreciate your willingness to speak with us again."

Interrogation #2