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.

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UPDATED NOTICE, JANUARY 12, 2025
Regular updates returning before the end of the month! At this current time, the author is aiming for releases 3-4x a week. Details about this can be found on her discord server. Hoping for daily updates once author hand has graduated rehabilitation after being broken. Your patience is appreciated!

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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

"Nothing!" My thumb hits the power button on my phone without even thinking about it, heat rising to my cheeks as I glance at Logan.

His brows arch in silent doubt as he takes a steep curve without batting an eyelash. "It doesn't seem like it was nothing. Why are you blushing?"

"I'm not. I'm just hot in here." Sliding my phone into my pocket, I do my best to ignore the contents of Penelope's text.

"Hmm," he says, sounding a lot like he doesn't believes me. "You know I can always pull your text records, right?"

His tone is teasing, but I flinch at the reminder of our awkward situation.

"Nothing. Just not a good feeling to think about how you're supposed to be making sure I didn't murder Scott."

Logan sighs. "Reframe the situation in your head, Nicole. I'm investigating his murderer. You aren't his murderer."

Back Up the Mountain