Lenaleia

Nicole’s fiance cheated on her. So she did what any heartbroken girl might do—she drank, got bold, and hunted down a one-night stand.

With a werewolf.

A gorgeous, charismatic, too-sexy-for-his-own-good Alpha, to be precise.

But, of course, things can't ever go smoothly. Nicole ends up rejected like it's a bad fever dream. Cool. Fine. Whatever. She's had worse mornings.

Until her boyfriend turns up dead.

Now she’s the prime suspect, her one-night stand is the lead investigator, and fate is laughing in her face.

Oh—and did we mention the part where she has magic? Not the cute crystal-in-your-bra kind. The kind she's not supposed to talk about. The kind that gets noticed.

As the case unravels, so does Nicole’s carefully controlled life. Her powers are spiking. People are dying. And hidden conspiracies keep coming to light...

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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, too much supernatural whosits and whatsits, 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

I'm so pherofucked I barely know up from down right now—but a part of my brain drags itself by the teeth to shake my head almost violently. Not because the suggestion isn't hot—Jesus, it is—but… "The ride isn't long enough."

"Oh, we already know I'm long enough."

"Not you—the—Logan!" I splutter as he laughs, guiding me away from the elevators. He's aiming me for a small hallway I wouldn't have noticed under any other circumstance. "Wait, where are we going?"

He clears his throat. "We're taking the stairs."

I pause, mulling his statement over for about zero-point-two seconds. "What floor are we…?"

Elevator Memories (I)