One grim reaper. Three hellhounds who refuse to bow down to her. A monster hunting them in the shadows…
Ten years ago, I was judged worthy of life after death and returned to the mortal realm as a grim reaper. Scythe in hand, I guide souls to deliverance—and it’s time for a promotion.
My new territory is triple the size of any I’ve worked before. High death rates mean one busy reaper, and the only way to keep up is with a pack of hellhounds. Faithful. Strong. Merciless. Hellhound shifters are a reaper’s right hand in the field, shepherding and guarding souls until they can be reaped.
We get our pick of the litter from the best breeders in Hell, but for some reason, I’m drawn to the pack no one wants.
An alpha who refuses to yield.
A beta who doesn’t take me seriously.
A runt who flinches at every command.
I want them—even if they don’t want me.
Because the hunger in their eyes tells a different story. But the fact that they can’t decide whether to love me or hate me, fight me or screw me, is making our situation way too complicated.
Still, I refuse to give up. If this infuriatingly handsome trio can’t be trained, if we don’t pass the trials, they go back to a cage and a cruel demon master.
Yeah. Not happening.
Reapers and hellhounds are natural allies, and the sooner we secure our bond, the better, because as it turns out…
All our lives depend on it.
Reaper’s Pack is a standalone why-choose paranormal romance and is part of the ALL THE QUEEN’S MEN series. Each book in the series is a full-length standalone featuring layered heroes and a headstrong heroine who never has to settle for just one happily-ever-after. The books can be read in any order and are part of the same supernatural universe.
Momma Says: 5 stars⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ This is one seriously good book! I tend to take notes as I read, just little things that strike me jotted down for later. When I looked back over my notes for Reaper's Pack, I realized that I hadn't jotted down much - pretty sure it's because I didn't want to look away long enough. What I do have are the words intoxicating, thoroughly compelling, exceptional world-building and character development. And what it all amounts to is the first line of this review - one seriously good book.
I've read several reverse harem romances - some I liked, some I didn't, and most of those have fallen under the paranormal/supernatural genre. As far as I'm concerned, Reaper's Pack is a cut above any I've read so far. I mentioned world-building, and I won't go into details so I don't spoil it, but I love Rhea Watson's twist on reaper and hellhound lore. And the suspense part of the story? My, oh my, but that was terrific.
Finally, we come to the characters, and since I've already mentioned those too, I'll just say that the author paints a vivid picture of the characters. So much so, that as unbelievable as they are in terms of the real world, it's like you can just reach out and touch them. And let me tell you, Knox, Gunnar, and Declan would certainly be enough to convince me to jump on the #WhyChoose bandwagon. Of course, we can't leave out our heroine, Hazel, who is one tough reaper.
I realize that I haven't given much in the way of details, and I'm not going to. (No spoilers here). What I will say is that this is not a book to just barrel through. Rather, it's a story to soak up and enjoy every word. I say that, but the problem is that the story is so completely engaging, so wonderfully done that it's impossible to put down. So much for not barrelling though, right? To sum it, if this debut is even an inkling of what we can expect from this author, then I want more, lots and lots more, and in terms of a series starter, I'll just say that Rhea Watson has set the bar quite high for whatever is to come for the All The Queen's Men series, and I can't wait to see what's next.
Author’s Note: This work of fiction might not be for anyone who is offended by erotic spankings, graphic sex, exhibitionism, anal play, pony and pet play, elements of BDSM. Just beware… Happily ever afters come in all shapes and sizes!
To protect her heart from being hurt again, Regan Cooper limits her interaction with the world through cyberspace. Alone and isolated in a mountain cabin and living vicariously through her imaginary characters, the author celebrates yet another best seller with a bottle of wine—not expecting that she would be restrained, blindfolded, and kidnapped by an obsessed fan.
Master Jay knows everything about the woman he holds captive and has plan on making her his. He promises that not only will she not be harmed, but she will finally be introduced to the erotic fantasies that she has written about in her books. Stripped, bound and left blindfolded, Regan’s terror is slowly replaced by excitement as she finds her captor to be true to his word. Forced to depend on her other senses, she discovers a world of sensuality that had only existed as part of her vivid imagination.
Having no choice but to submit to Master Jay’s desire, Regan soon finds that her initial need to escape her kidnapper is replaced by curiosity. His touch arouses her naked and vulnerable body and she eagerly waits for the next experience of pleasure, pain and testing of her own conservative sensibilities. She has no reason to trust this stranger, yet his offer of an adventure that has not been experienced by one of her fictional characters is tempting. This choice to accept venturing into the unknown will challenge the naïve woman, and will also force her to see life beyond her own imagination.
BDSM/AP lifestyler Breanna Hayse strives to give her readers truth and reality of the BDSM/Age-Play/Total Power and Erotic Exchange lifestyle.
Who am I?
I'm a native Californian gone 'wild', and had the opportunity to travel the globe and discover the world through the eyes of both a Marine Intelligence specialist and a BDSM lifestyler. I left the service to go into hospice nursing and grief counseling, eventually working as a marriage and family therapist for those involved in alternative lifestyle development. This experience has allowed me to gain unique inspiration for my books and offer realistic plots and relatable characters.
In 2004, my husband, John, and I joined forces to work with both submissives and dominants- teaching, training, listening and loving. Our goal was to take the mystery and fear out of the lifestyle and mentor people in safe, consensual and healthy relationships.
I was formally 'dungeon trained' as a Domme before discovering my submissive side when I joined the service. My scenarios are pulled primarily from either personal experience or observation, including spending time in BDSM clubs as the safety/medical officer. My multi-faceted background allows me to glean from many avenues and give a unique and intelligent literary experience through elements of fantasy and fiction. I also discuss the questions and psychology of the lifestyle in a manner that is fun and informative, and based on 'the real deal.'
I live with my husband, musician, and fellow-author, John Hayse, and two border collies in southern California. We practice a 24/7 D&S relationship with speckles of AP (and many trips to Build-A-Bear), and happily spend every moment together that we can. My hobbies include my puppies, hiding my vanilla salt-water taffy where John can't find it, exotic art, collecting inspirational trinkets, and developing my own paddle line. You can also see me as a featured author/instructor in professional conference settings and as a Sexpert for kinkyliterature.com.
General Malik Xett doesn't have time for romance. His one and only concern is curtailing the power and influence of the ruthless Sarronti elite. Still, the human female working with him lingers in his mind and fuels his imagination.
Though Kara O'Leary has been attracted to Malik since they first met, she never dreamed he returned her feelings. One kiss ignites a hunger neither can deny, but the timing couldn't be worse. Hostilities rapidly escalate and new threats are revealed. How can Malik and Kara bring freedom to the "world below" when all they can think about is each other?
About the Author
Passionate Sci-Fi with a touch of danger and a whole lot of sass. Cyndi has written about rock stars, vampires, and cat shifters, but she's currently focused on outer space. Her stories are fun, fast-paced, and seriously hot. Her books have made the USA Today Top 100, and frequently land on Amazon Best Seller lists. She is currently working on the Shadowborn Rebellion, a spin-off series set in the Outcasts universe.
The gates of Hell are crumbling as two monsters fight for the throne. Their prize?
My soul—or so they think.
I’ve played Bennett’s game for too long and in exchange for what I want, he requires me to follow the third rule.
And what I want is Wilson Moreno dead by my hand.
Bennett says you can’t win playing games against the devil, but he’s made me into a bigger monster than he is. When I win against him, I’ll have some rules of my own.
Ember Michaels is a dark fiction author from South Carolina. When she's not writing, you can find her binge-watching crime shows, hanging at the beach, and devouring books from her favorite authors! Be sure to follow her on social media!
Maybe the best way for two broken people to find true love is to jump headfirst into the deep end of desire.
Loving Liv, an all-new sizzling, passion-filled BDSM standalone romance in the Gone Wild series by USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy, is out now!
USA Today bestselling author, Stacey Kennedy, returns to the passion-filled world of Club Sin and Dirty Little Secrets with this new novella featuring a slightly flawed Dom who has seven days--and seven very steamy nights--on a Caribbean cruise to convince a way-too-innocent woman from his past that maybe the best way for two broken people to find true love is to jump headfirst into the deep end of desire.
Liv Sloane needs a vacation. After her cheating ex broke her heart--and their engagement--Liv never fully recovered. In fact, she's spent the past two years avoiding romance at all costs... with the exception of that sizzling one-night stand she can't seem to forget. So when her friends from college suggest a reunion cruise, Liv knows a relaxing week of sun, sand, and beach reads is exactly what she needs to clear her mind. But when they board the ship, Liv is hit with two surprises. Her friends accidentally booked a singles cruise, and her one-night stand is waiting on deck.
Miles Schantz has spent the past six months thinking about Liv. As a Dom at one of the hottest sex clubs in Las Vegas, Miles has his pick of women... so why can't he get Liv out of his head? When he receives an email asking him to join Liv on a cruise, he can't believe his luck. But when he meets her on board--and she's completely unaware of her "invitation"-- Miles has to come up with a new plan. Six nights of no-strings-attached passion. Six nights of wild fantasies, sexy games, and forbidden adventures. Six nights to show Liv that she belongs with him…
About Stacey KennedyStacey Kennedy is a USA Today bestselling author who writes contemporary romances full of heat, heart, and happily ever afters. With over 50 titles published, her books have hit Amazon, B&N, and Apple Books bestseller lists.Stacey lives with her husband and two children in southwestern Ontario—in a city that’s just as charming as any of the small towns she creates. Most days, you’ll find her enjoying the outdoors with her family or venturing into the forest with her horse, Priya. Stacey’s just as happy curled up indoors, where she writes surrounded by her lazy dogs. She believes that sexy books about hot cowboys or alpha heroes can fix any bad day. But wine and chocolate help too.
A young boy disappears in the chill of North Iceland. Twenty years later, a mysterious poem lands on the desk of his twin sister Brynja, a forensic geneticist, and rekindles her hopes that her brother might be alive. As Brynja unravels the clues, more poems arrive, each bearing dire consequences for those who receive them: the guard of the medieval manuscript of Icelandic sagas that possibly has the answer to her burning question, the prime minister’s secretary, the local pastor.
Is the poet out to stop Brynja from finding her brother and shut down her access to the DNA database? Or is the verse maker simply a psychopath copycat killer?
Fighting the visual auras that have plagued her since childhood and now threaten everything she holds dear, Brynja must summon the strength to navigate the twisted labyrinth of the poet’s mind and confront the dark secret buried in her family’s past.
DOUBLE BLIND is a wild ride through the cultural landscape of Iceland, from rural farmsteads to icy fjords to the high-tech world of DNA forensics. This crime thriller packed with twists and turns that will keep you on the edge of your seat until the very end.
About the Author
Sara Winkour is a geneticist and researcher who reinvented herself as an author. She writes historical fiction and informed cultural thrillers hoping to educate readers while they’re being entertained.
Sara has a Masters in Psytogenetics for cancer diagnosis and a Ph.D. for her work on Muscular Dystrophy, identifying mutations that cause disease. She is also a consultant at the University of California and an Associate Researcher at Biological Chemistry School of Medicine at UCI, Irvine. She was part of the team that found the gene that causes Dwarfism and Huntington’s Disease.
Sara is an avid reader of historical fiction, mystery-thrillers, and Scandinavian Noir. She also loves to travel and has already visited over 60 countries.
Being an ovarian cancer survivor gives Sara a sense of gratitude, strength, and perspective that she extends to family, friends, work, and her writing. A mother of three, she resides with her husband of 37 years in Southern California.
In
this third installment of the series, Detective Michael Taylor of the
Oakland PD has a decision to make: Should he begin an investigation
against his corrupt lieutenant?
After
being given a file of evidence against him, Michael is expected to
act. He knows that after multiple attempts on his own life, opening
this investigation would put himself, all of his loved ones and his
partner Det. Alex Jamison in danger.
As
Michael contemplates the case, he and Jamison get a late-night call
to the residence of Mia McDowell, who is found assaulted and
murdered. Although it initially looks like a breaking and entering,
Michael can sense something isn’t right. Just as his momentum
rises, Lt. Bruce Vega, the corrupt supervisor in question, arrives on
the scene. As the two come head to head, Michael removes himself from
the situation only to find that he has fueled Lt. Vega’s fire, and
he is now under a month’s suspension.
Now
Michael has to make some choices: will he investigate Lt. Vega and
risk everything or will he do nothing and risk losing himself?
The 20-something year old sat straight up. It should have been a hard task, considering he had just been pummeled in the face repeatedly. He was bleeding from his broken nose and practically drowning in the waterfall of blood rushing into his panting mouth. What is the first aid protocol for a bloody nose? Head up? No, head down—to prevent choking on your own blood.
He was doing great keeping his head down. It was easy because every time he lifted his head, he was punched. His head bobbed back on his neck and then his chin came back to rest on his chest. He was still sitting up straight, however. As bad as he wanted to slump over and roll into a ball, he couldn’t. He was attached to his high-backed chair with rope all the way up to his shoulders, wrists bound to the arms.
He also couldn’t escape his torture chamber. Lit by nothing more than three hanging lights, the room he was in was the size of a classroom with a dirt floor and no windows. He had been brought there blind folded and he couldn’t see a way out of the room to his safety.
This young man of a proud upbringing had been in and out of trouble as he grew up, but at that moment he felt like he was in the worst trouble of his life. He felt like he was shaming his mother, again, and maybe for the last time. He felt all of her hard work trying to raise him, spending all her money to send him to a private, Catholic school, and all her tears meant nothing now. He had failed her again.
The man beating him was 30 years his senior. Lean and strong, the attacker stood with no shirt on. His slacks were pressed with a crisp crease, and his dress shoes were clean. His muscles rippled as he cranked his arm back and slugged his victim again. He shook his hand after bringing it back from the collision. He was conditioned to take the pain of recoil from his punch. Nevertheless, he dunked his hand in a large glass bowl full of ice water sitting on a long banquet table. He left it there for an uncomfortably long time, the blood rinsing from his fist and slowly turning the water pink. He watched the young man flicker in and out of consciousness. When their eyes met, the abuser spoke in Spanish.
“When I was your age, I was in America. I was humble, hard-working, and smart.” He continued to linger near the table, hand in the bowl. The glass was covered in condensation and the 20-something could imagine how cool and refreshing the water could be, if his blood weren’t in it.
The water was North Pole cold, but the elder didn’t mind. He looked down the table and smiled. “I was working my way up in power, thinking on my toes and making connections.” He removed his hand.
“Why?” the captive croaked.
“Why what?” the elder roared, irritated by the interruption. He clinched his fists to bring his anger down. “Be specific.”
The young man didn’t respond. The attacker rushed forward and clenched his victims bruised and swollen face between his cold, wet hands.
“Why what, Carlito?” he asked in a placid tone.
Carlos was terrified as the abuser pulled his head forward. When their foreheads touched, he grimaced in pain.
“I know what you want to know,” he comforted, “but you will never understand why.” He stood, releasing his young victims face. He clenched his fists and struck him in the nose again.
“Because you.”
Punch.
“Are too.”
Punch.
“Stupid to…”
When he noticed his victim was losing consciousness, he stopped and began observing him.
“I’m in control of your destiny now. Don’t try to die on me.” The elder turned back to the table and iced his hand. “I have a meeting to get to, so I guess we should finish up.”
He waited for his fist to become numb. Carlos moaned awake and coughed up blood.
“Before I moved to America, I studied boxing. I was born in Mexico City. My mom took me and my siblings to live in Tepito after my father abandoned us. That fucking coward. When I was twelve, I met Carlos Zarate. You know, the famous boxer.” He smiled staring off at the memory, then became stoic. “Well, I won’t lie. I didn’t meet him. He passed us in the streets during a parade in his honor. I knew I could be a better fighter than him, so I started practicing, watching bouts on TV in the local cafes and beating the shit out of the neighborhood kids.” He laughed a little. “I was the best boxer in Tepito at that time.”
He pulled his hand from the water and curled his fingers into a fist.
His victim shuddered.
The elder put his hand back in the water. Still speaking in Spanish, he continued. “I never went pro. Never had a chance to beat the shit out of Zarate. With his record, though,” he laughed, “I would have been destroyed. He was the greatest.” He pulled his hand from the ice bath again and shook off the lingering water. He walked down the table and looked over his tools.
Gold, silver, platinum, and titanium were just a few of the metals represented. Each shiny item had the standard four holes needed for the fingers to slide inside. Brass knuckles were a standard bad guy item, but these were extravagant. From knife to gun attachments and everything in between, the collection was grim to those who had to face it. His favorite was the corkscrew model. The silver piece had a single four-loop corkscrew on the plate, and it was angled perfectly for plunging into soft areas of the face and body. Although it was his favorite, he had never used it. The ones he used most were those with the gold-plated spikes. He had them in small, medium, and large and that day, he felt medium would be the best.
He slid on the weapon and turned to his victim. The young man saw his fate. He closed his eyes and as the spikes entered his face, he prayed for a swift death.
After an uncountable number of punches, he was dead. His face and head were mulch on the dirt floor and his neck had been shredded. The elder slipped off the knuckles and dropped them in the bowl. He was covered in blood. He rinsed both of his hands and dried them on a pristine, white towel from the table. He pulled his phone from his pocket and started a call.
“Yes, I’m done.” He hung up the phone and a team of four men came into the dank room. He wiped the blood from his chest and arms as best he could and slipped on his shirt as the men cleaned the mess, packed the weapons, and removed the dead body as fast and efficient as a NASCAR team.
“Did you get anything?” one of them stopped to ask him.
The killer slipped on his sports jacket. “Of course not. That kid had no sense and apparently, no power in the organization.” He headed for the door. “But he was an excellent warm up.”
Stitches
The
Michael Taylor Series Book 2
Oakland
Police Detective Michael Taylor is faced with another gruesome case:
a dead man with no eyes and lips sewn shut.
After catching a
grisly Bay Area serial killer, Michael is hit on all sides by change.
He starts his investigation with a rookie detective for a partner,
his love life is in turmoil, and the pressure at the PD is mounting
as the newly minted partners receive a second case that is being
pressed as a priority. Michael, the consummate loner, has to manage
all of his new relationships, keep his wits and juggle the demands of
the PD as he tries to get justice for his victim.
Just as the
tag team start to hit a stride, the murder attempts start to pile up
and Michael is in the crosshairs. The duo must work fast to defend
their victim and save Michael’s life.
As they strolled up the Cleveland Cascade, the sun was setting behind them. The orange light shimmered on Lake Merritt and the windy, winter breeze whipped at the trees. Jane and Mark held hands tight as they climbed the 139-step ornamental stairway.
Mark broke free and tickled Jane’s side. She buckled with laughter and yelled for him to stop. He smiled and hugged her tight. They touched their soft lips together. The couple took a moment to look out at the lake and both let out a great sigh. The view was breathtaking. Oakland California was a city of daily, revolving weather changes, but that night was especially cold.
The couple stood for some time, watching the sky darken as the sun continued to set. Mark let go of Jane and gently tugged her further up the stairs. They came to a spot where the stairs parted and made way for an area full of foliage. They sat on the base of the set of stairs on the right and embraced again. Mark rubbed Jane’s arm to warm her, as her thin windbreaker flapped a bit against the wind. They whispered quiet words of love to one another, sitting in peace, just the two of them.
Until they heard a thud.
Jane jumped in shock and Mark tightened his grip on her to show her he was there. Next, they heard feet dashing towards them. They sprung up from their seat as a figure speed pass on the other side of the foliage. Mark wanted to yell out, but instead just watched the character take the stairs like an Olympic sprinter until he landed on Lakeshore Avenue and made a sharp right towards Grand Lake.
They didn’t know how to react at first, but then in a whisper, Jane spoke. “What was that?”
“I don’t know.” Mark cleared the lump from his throat. “Did he fall?”
“Wh-what do you mean?” Jane whimpered.
“You heard the thump before he came bolting down? Maybe he fell.”
“I hope he’s okay,” Jane said.
Quickly, the couple turned towards a new sound. A moan.
“What was that?” Mark asked. He moved towards the sound.
“No!” Jane shrieked, gripping Mark’s forearm.
“What if someone is hurt?” He spoke to her humanity. He looked at her with concern in his piercing, green eyes, and she relented. She released him and watched, gripped with fear, as he crept up the stairs.
Mark made it to the next landing where he saw a dark pile of shadows. He got closer and jumped when a moan rumbled from the pile. He pulled his phone, activated the screen, and pulled up his flashlight app. Mark had long hated his phone and never before had he wished for a Maglite so much. The shallow beam of light whisked over the pile and Mark realized he was right. Someone was hurt. He rushed over and assessed the situation.
“Are you okay? Hello,” Mark shouted as he touched and shook the side facing body.
“Mark?” Jane called from the bottom of the stairs. She was beginning to worry. Every second felt like an hour.
“Hey! Are you…” Mark called until he finally got the body turned towards him.
His shrill scream filled the air as he saw the face of the victim. Jane ran up the stairs faster than she had ever moved. She stopped short, a few feet from the scene. Mark stared in horror at a face with blood caked, empty and blackened eye sockets, and a mouth grotesquely sewn shut.
Inside
Out
The
Michael Taylor Series Book 1
Detective
Michael Taylor, of the Oakland PD, is the lead on a horrific serial
killer case. For six weeks, he has been cleaning up mounds of the
killer’s mess. Bodies of men have been found chopped up and left,
skin down, for display. Michael, mysterious to many in his
department, is desperate to solve this case.
Michael’s
only form of stress relief, Candy, a stripper employed at a San
Francisco club, begins to show genuine interest in him and they form
a relationship a midst all the chaos that is Michael’s life.
Between interviews and police reports, Michael makes time for
her.
Candy,
more commonly known as Vanessa, gets tangled in Michael's case as
things unfold. A killer’s desire for retribution leaves her a
victim of crime. Vanessa has to use her wit and charm to keep a
killer at bay as she leaves bread crumbs for Michael to follow. The
lovers must survive a serial killers plot for vengeance while
practicing trust and loyalty throughout.
The man stood up from his squatting position on the floor and wiped his head with his forearm. Blood smeared across grotesquely. The big man, breathing heavily, held his hands on his hips effeminately. He smiled as he looked down at his work.
“All done,” he said, dusting his hands together. The motion was futile. He could not remove the blood from his hands just by brushing them against each other. He was a creature of habit, so the hand motion served as more of a finishing statement. He didn’t intend to literally clean his hands. He had done this motion so many times, after his work, that it was just… a thing. Besides, his right hand was cut, so without some first aid, the bleeding would continue.
“Gotta go, Bob,” he said. The man began to gather his tools. A small saw, hammer, and chef knife were first into the bag. Then he untied Bob’s wrists’, wound up the bloody rope, and put it into the bag. Next was the vial of tranquilizer and needle. He grabbed a plastic bag filled with his trophy and tucked it into the side pocket of his bag. Lastly, the man grabbed his extra-large flashlight and turned it off. He slipped it into the bag and moved to the doorway. He looked back at the dead, bloody pile of human flesh, muscle, and bones. The man smiled and tipped an imaginary hat.
“Thanks for a good time.”
He left the room, closing the door behind him.
The
San Francisco Bay Area has created a dynamic writer with a great love
for her home town and a passion for crime fiction, and her name is
Tiffany Christina Lewis.
Tiffany
has been writing since her adolescence and was honored to have work
published for the first time in 2011. Since then her work has been
featured in many books and online publications. From fiction to
nonfiction, murder to relationships, Tiffany’s range as a writer is
expansive. Crazy about killing, Tiffany’s favorite genre to write
is Crime Fiction.
Tiffany
writes for readers. “It is my job to satisfy readers. Everything
they say about my work is invaluable. I use it to make myself and my
writing better.”
“My
style is a little Patterson and a little King. I love short chapters
and grossing people out but the Detectives win at the end of the day.
There is lots of gore when I can and I try my damndest to give those
vivid details that make you grimace!”
Tiffany
has received four degrees in Early Education, Business and
Communications. Tiffany’s hobbies include reading, gaming with her
family, and watching hours of ID Channel shows.
