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Claimed by the King
(On the Prowl)
by Ava Night


Revive: The Series
by A.M. Wilson


Don't Come
by Jessica Gadziala

#DarkFantasyRomance #ReverseHarem #Menage #FF


#Dark #DarkRomance #Abuse #Bundle



His touch awakened my body. His bite awakened my power…

I felt broken-hearted the day mother put me - her own daughter - up for sale in the Market of Mysteries. Then I felt fear when the powerful lion shifter Rajah purchased me for his harem. And when he took me to his bed chambers, I felt passion and pride, for being chosen as his mate.

But when he claimed me with his bite, I felt something else. Something I never felt before. Power…

It’s a power that terrifies me, a power that shouldn’t exist. I thought I was just a normal human girl. But now I know I’m something that is so much more… a pride-witch and an avatar of a goddess. Now I have the power to control the pride and shape the destiny of this kingdom. But that same power makes me a weapon to those who seek to hurt my mate. They think they can take me and use me for their own twisted ends.

But they’re wrong.

Because now I understand how to manipulate my enemies. I will use my power, my body, my sensuality, to distract them, while Rajah prowls the jungle searching for me.

And when my Rajah roars in fury, our enemies will know true fear…

Claimed by the King is a sizzling Reverse Harem Paranormal Romance that contains hot, consensual scenes for adult readers only. This is the first book in the On the Prowl trilogy.


Redesigning Fate
When my boyfriend threw me down a flight of stairs, I knew there was only one place left to go—far, far away. I packed up my car and left everything I'd known for the nearly twenty-two years I've been alive. One hundred and fifty miles of highway separated me from the life I grew up with and the one I needed to find.
The same day I was offered a job in my new city, I met Elias. He was an enigma. A mystery. One that I wanted to uncover. One I didn't know if I could trust.
He pulled me in with adventure and the melodies of his guitar, but his secrets held me at a distance. He couldn't tell me about what he did for a living, or why he took phone calls in a different room.
Then my ex returned. Travis wove a sordid tale of danger; that he was only there to keep me safe from Elias.
I never expected truth to be nestled in his lies.
Resurrecting Her
When I was kidnapped, half-truths were shared by the monster who took me. Half-truths that tested the bounds of my relationship.
A web of lies obliterated my last shred of security.
The man I love vows to protect me from both our demons, but in doing so, he treats me like glass.
I hold the secrets this time. They're slowly destroying me from the inside; igniting in me a fight for righteousness, even if that means leaving behind the ones I love.
Travis is still out there. Watching me. Waiting. And even though he's dangerous, he's not the only villain in this story.
The thrilling ride from Redesigning Fate continues in Resurrecting Her...
His Deliverance: A Novella
My alias is Brixton Holt. Using my real name could get me killed. When the FBI needed a man undercover, I was the perfect candidate. Unattached and an all-around badass. Two years of infiltrating the largest sex trafficking ring in the country, I feel as dirty as the monsters I work for. That is, until she catches my eye.
I call her Brandi. Her real name is no longer significant. She knows the rules. Nobody leaves unless it's in a box—a shipping crate or a coffin. My first mistake was following orders.
The second? Falling in love.
For the first time, grab the Revive Series in one boxed set. Redesigning Fate and the sequel Resurrecting Her PLUS the novella, His Deliverance


The Dom
I’m not broken, tortured, or scarred, some cliched, overdone and sensationalized misconception about this lifestyle… and the men in it who control their submissives with a strong hand.
I’m just a Dom. Just a man who gets off on a woman who entrusts me with her submission. Just a man who loves to be able to show them all the ways the gift of their trust can bring them untold, never-before-experienced layers of pleasure.
But casually.
Just play. Just sex.
Nothing more.
Until I came across her.
She’s everything a Dom as experienced as I am shouldn’t want - new to the lifestyle, unsure, untrained. It should never have gone beyond those first few exchanges online. But there was something about her, something that kept me texting, calling, teaching her to trust me enough to meet with me.
After one touch, one taste, one night, I knew there was no going back. She was mine. And I was going to show her everything she had been craving from a man all her life.
I guess I just had no idea - or at least didn’t want to admit to myself - that this was different, she was different, we were different. And once I got to have her, I wanted to keep her.
You know… if I could convince her to stay…

It was just a drunken decision.
I woke up after a night of a little - okay, a lot - of ‘Thirty is just a number’ drinking to find that drunk-me had decided to do something that sober-me would never have had the guts to do, no matter how much I wanted it.
I had joined a D/s dating site.
And I was totally, absolutely going to delete my account and move on with my life. A life where I had secretly been craving a hand strong enough to take the control I held onto so tightly away from me.
Except I had a message.
From him.
I could never have anticipated the pull I felt toward him, how strong the need within me would be to feel him show me all the things I had been wanting, but denying myself.
I didn’t know it could feel like it did, that it could consume me, that it could make me crave not only his touch, but him.
It was dangerous territory, slowing falling for a man who made it clear that what was between us was casual. He wouldn’t even tell me his real name. And as things started to get more intense - both physically and emotionally - I had to start to debate whether the pleasure he gave me was worth staying for if it leads to a heartbreak I was sure I wasn’t prepared for…

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