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The only female alpha in existence. A former assassin who smells like gingerbread. One very inconvenient problem.
Winter
I am not your sweetheart.
My mother is dead. My father is dying slowly, poisoned by something none of us can stop. I live alone in a tree house in the woods because I can't bear to be inside the home she haunts. I don't like people, and people—wisely—don't push it.
I am the chief's daughter. People find that intimidating until they meet me, and then they find something else to be afraid of entirely.
So when a soldier ends up at the wrong end of my sword after a battle—calm, unbothered, the only man I've ever drawn on who doesn't flinch—and gestures to the rabbit snare he set behind me while we were fighting, I should send him away.
He smells like gingerbread. He cooks me dinner. He looks at me like he already has a word for it and is in no hurry to say it.
People say they look forward to seeing me in action. I tell them the truth: if they truly wanted to see it, they'd be dead before they knew what happened.
I don't trust men who see softness where there is none.
But I stay.
Basil
I am a sucker for punishment. It's an occupational hazard when your occupation used to be assassination.
It took decades of discipline and patience to earn my command—surviving my squad of unruly warriors was the easy part. But when the most lethal woman in the realm holds me at sword point and I find myself thinking about how to make her laugh instead of how to disarm her, my priorities have clearly shifted.
Winter is brilliant, necessary, and the only fighter who has ever matched me. I need her help to protect the women of my clan, and her father is the only one who can make it happen. So I go to him—without telling her.
She finds out. I lose every inch of ground I've earned. And she's already bound by her father's order to come.
I said the wrong thing, and now I have to win her back from the inside of her own territory, one impossible inch at a time.
She's worth it. She doesn't believe that yet.
Hunger is my existence now. I'll wait.
Set across a world of thirteen clans, wolves, warriors, and realms that bleed into each other at the edges, Court Her at Your Own Risk is a low-stakes cozy fantasy romance with explicit heat—and a love story built not on changing who she is, but on giving her a reason to stay.
Featuring a found family that earns every inch, battles and campfires and long road journeys, and a former assassin who falls so completely he never once considers getting up.
He falls first • Reverse grumpy/sunshine • "Touch her and die" energy • Forced proximity • Former assassin hero • Only female alpha • Found family • Explicitly spicy • HEA guaranteed
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Previously published as Not If He Looked At Me Like That
Winter
I am not your sweetheart.
My mother is dead. My father is dying slowly, poisoned by something none of us can stop. I live alone in a tree house in the woods because I can't bear to be inside the home she haunts. I don't like people, and people—wisely—don't push it.
I am the chief's daughter. People find that intimidating until they meet me, and then they find something else to be afraid of entirely.
So when a soldier ends up at the wrong end of my sword after a battle—calm, unbothered, the only man I've ever drawn on who doesn't flinch—and gestures to the rabbit snare he set behind me while we were fighting, I should send him away.
He smells like gingerbread. He cooks me dinner. He looks at me like he already has a word for it and is in no hurry to say it.
People say they look forward to seeing me in action. I tell them the truth: if they truly wanted to see it, they'd be dead before they knew what happened.
I don't trust men who see softness where there is none.
But I stay.
Basil
I am a sucker for punishment. It's an occupational hazard when your occupation used to be assassination.
It took decades of discipline and patience to earn my command—surviving my squad of unruly warriors was the easy part. But when the most lethal woman in the realm holds me at sword point and I find myself thinking about how to make her laugh instead of how to disarm her, my priorities have clearly shifted.
Winter is brilliant, necessary, and the only fighter who has ever matched me. I need her help to protect the women of my clan, and her father is the only one who can make it happen. So I go to him—without telling her.
She finds out. I lose every inch of ground I've earned. And she's already bound by her father's order to come.
I said the wrong thing, and now I have to win her back from the inside of her own territory, one impossible inch at a time.
She's worth it. She doesn't believe that yet.
Hunger is my existence now. I'll wait.
Set across a world of thirteen clans, wolves, warriors, and realms that bleed into each other at the edges, Court Her at Your Own Risk is a low-stakes cozy fantasy romance with explicit heat—and a love story built not on changing who she is, but on giving her a reason to stay.
Featuring a found family that earns every inch, battles and campfires and long road journeys, and a former assassin who falls so completely he never once considers getting up.
He falls first • Reverse grumpy/sunshine • "Touch her and die" energy • Forced proximity • Former assassin hero • Only female alpha • Found family • Explicitly spicy • HEA guaranteed
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Previously published as Not If He Looked At Me Like That
A complete fourteen-part spicy paranormal romance serial.
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Thirteen alphas. One deadly warrior. No room for love—unless it ruins her. Winter Jarl must choose a mate to rule beside her. Thirteen men want her. Only one gets to keep her—if she doesn’t destroy him first. Thirteen clans. Thirteen alphas. One ruthless decision. Winter is the fiercest warrior her people have ever known—deadly, untouchable, unchallenged, and next in line to lead. But with her father on his deathbed, he’s cashing in on the blood oath she made long ago. Now, she’s trapped in a brutal year-long mating trial: Thirteen moon cycles. Thirteen powerful males. Each gets twenty-eight days alone with her. By the end, she must choose one to rule beside her. And to take the mantle of chief, she’ll have to do the one thing she swore she never would—fall in love. Cycle One: Chasing Winter Winter has no intention of surrendering her body, her leadership, or her freedom. But her heat is coming—and instinct doesn’t care about politics. Thunder, the youngest alpha, is the first to face her. He’s sweet. Inexperienced. And already dreaming about how to tame her. Armed with charm and a list of filthy fantasies, he’s bold enough to try. But Winter doesn’t submit—she dominates. And the games have only just begun. High heat. No fade to black. Power games, soft feelings, and a warrior who’s not ready to give in—but can’t stop being tempted. |
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Autumn Lishky is a quiet, little woman with a big, loud imagination, and a dirty one at that. Living in the Oklahoma City area, she has worked various jobs from pizza delivery girl to night host at a funeral home, but no matter the nature of her income, she is always lost in a world of fantastic sex.
But be forewarned, these won’t be your normal erotic scenes. This may be more than mere BDSM. Dirty Little Love is for the wicked, for the fantasies, for sex that crosses that accepted societal norm. |
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