She was given to me as a tribute, but soon she becomes the master of my heart. ALAHNA: Many generations ago, humans fled Earth and sought refuge on the planet Thyre, a world ruled by formidable warlords. In exchange for protection and the right to inhabit Thyre's lands, each year our outposts pay tribute to the warlords.This year, we fall short on our tythes, and the village mayor decides to pay the missing taxes in the form of four women. I'm chosen to be part of the tribute given to Brogan, the Warlord of Grymburg.I don't know what awaits me, but I wasn't prepared for the warlord to take my breath away and claim me the moment he lays eyes on me. BROGAN: The humans, a tolerated species on Thyre, have many uses, but by far their greatest asset is their talent to breed horses.When it's time to collect this season's tribute, I'm dismayed they use human kallinies to pay their debts instead of the horses I expected. At least until my eyes land on HER. The most delectable kallini I have ever seen and who soon heats my cold Warlord heart. Before I know it, she even brings pets into our home.Our bliss, however, is threatened by the arrival of more humans from Terra, seeking to take what is MINE. A bloody war seems inevitable.

Hybrid Shifter. Assassin. Outcast.This assignment might change her future…Like others in the League, I was designed to be a hollow killing machine. Taught to have no feelings, no desires, no dreams of my own.That part was easy when you were a loner. I did not need friends. I just wanted to survive.Unlike the rest, I was classified as a mistake.Created in the Lab by a foolish scientist who’d been killed for his failure on the day I first Shifted into the hybrid monster he’d given me, I was a living, breathing error. The Director and Avalonia never failed to remind me of my shortcomings, as did everyone else in the Assassin compound in the realm of Icarus.ERR394N was my designation. I had no name. Nothing personal to humanize me to my handlers. I was a weapon, and I was good at my job, obeying orders, and taking lives.I learned early to hone my skills. Hacking difficult systems, burning through firewalls, and uncovering secrets were only parts of my talents. I was an expert marksman, too. What could I say? For a Shifter, I liked guns.But even my prowess could not save me from drawing the jobs no one else wanted. My latest assignment was supposed to be easy.Go to Earth. End the target.Only everything went sideways the moment I saw him. He was the one person who was not supposed to exist—my fated mate.Both our lives were now in danger. Unless I could stop it.*This is a prequel to the Witch Shifter Clan books.

Magical researcher Sirin has everything she needs for a solo trek through the Arctic: a sledge heaped with supplies, a fistful of insubordinate audacity, and—unknown to her—-the eye of a polar bear shifter stalking her every move.Sirin is determined to find the source of magic before it disappears. Nothing, not expulsion from her guild, becoming the laughing stock of the magical research community, or the threat of certain death on the taiga will stop her. Not even the careful and patient trailing of a shifter who shouldn’t exist.Berne is a simple bear. He likes spending time rolling around in the snow, a good meal, and apparently, round little scientists. Of which, he realizes, Sirin could be both. When his duty to protect a thousand-year-old secret is tested by the undeniable pull he feels towards her, Berne can't help but sink his teeth into the one solution that will let him keep his adorable prey—a mating bite.Exploration has never been so stimulating.A Polar Expedition: and Other Stimulating Research Opportunities is the first standalone novel in The Shades of Sanctuary, where vibes are cozy, heat is high and the mates are monstrous.Tropes: Plus sized scientist x Cinnamon roll polar bear shifter I bit her so she’s mine Light (semi-romantic) stalking Spicy chasing She’s bossy ... he’s desperate to be a house husband.

ESMEI never dreamed my small curatives shop in Windsor, England would attract the attention of war hero Sir William Meriwether. My feminine heart is aflutter when he enters. But I'm a witch and a healer, and he's a man in pain, so I heal him. Desperate to do him a good service, I stretch my powers to the limit—or perhaps beyond. Somehow, in curing his ailing leg, I unleash powers inside William. At a loss to stop what's begun, I'm forced to seek assistance from the coven I've sworn never to join. I dread the encounter, but for William's sake, I put my family's hatred aside. Getting to spend more time with William is an added enticement.WILLIAMI'm mesmerized by Esme O'Dwyer from the moment I lay eyes on her. Despite our different stations in society, I want something more personal than any restorative tea she might offer. As a gentleman, I contain those baser needs and accept her assistance to ease the pain in my leg. When the alluring witch's touch bestows me with magic of my own, I want no part of it. But the coven's leaders insist magic never makes mistakes, and for this to have happened, I must be needed. I've never been one to shy away from duty, and being secluded for training with Esme is magical in more ways than one.ESMETrouble is coming to Windsor. The signs are all there. The race is on to train William as a witch before his power is needed, but our growing attraction is as undeniable as the battle that lies ahead.