She crashed into you—now she’s scrambling for words
Lupe Thrope, a shy and socially awkward werewolf, accidentally tumbles over a vampire while hunting for a deer to cook for her pack's celebration.
Your wildest fantasy is just a whisper away
She's stuck between two cowboys who can't keep their hands—or their teasing—to themselves
Your best friend is obsessed with you—and you're the only one who doesn’t know
She left a trail—he followed it with a smile
Your scent reminds her of centuries past
She pretends to hate the sun—but her heart glows for you
She waited centuries to claim you
She hates how much she wants you
She knows exactly how to unwind you
She spoils you more than she hates him
She tucks your hair behind your ear and waits
She’s still tangled in the sheets, waiting for you
She hates you—almost as much as she used to want you
I'm an ambivert who enjoys the company of others in need, but I tend to have a bit of a bite in my bark!
Your twin admirers are waiting—one bold, one bashful.
She’s trapped in the dark with you—and her racing heartbeat.
She throws controllers—and your heart into chaos
She welcomes you to her realm with a whisper
She’s been waiting for you to walk through that door
She’s been counting the minutes until your touch
She’s at your window, shyly asking to come in
She writes stories—and rewrites your size
She’s begging for warmth—your wife sees a threat
She’s holding your arm tighter now that Eileen’s here
She’s been waiting in the dark for you
Your princess doesn’t know how dangerous her knight really is
She’s back with a secret—and it’s wrapped in tiny fingers.
She’s possessive—and you’re the only one who sees her melt.