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The Wrong Mate – Katu Wolves Book 3

Finding your mate should be the happiest time in any wolf shifter’s life. But what if your mate is the wrong mate?

Raine is finally old enough to find her mate, and she couldn’t be happier. Being in love with Max since the first time she met him, he is the only male that she has ever wanted. Now she has to convince Max that they’re meant to be together. Getting Max to accept their mating bond is the least of Raine’s problems, especially with the hunters closing in again.

Max loves Raine, but she can’t be his mate. He isn’t worthy. He can’t offer her the life that she deserves, so he leaves. Now he only has to convince his wolf to stay away because he knows he will never be able to refuse her. But when Raine is in danger, will he really have a choice?


After a long shower, I take the time to do my hair perfectly, apply some of the little makeup I do own, and dress in a sundress. I am going looking for my mate, and when I find him, I want him to be incapable of keeping his hands off me.

After leaving my house, I head toward the center of our small compound. People mill about, doing their regular chores and chatting to other pack members. The sun is bright in the noon day. If I wasn’t so hell-bent on finding Max and making him claim me, I might sunbathe. It is a gorgeous day out with not a single cloud in the sky.

“Hey, Raine,” Todd says from behind me.

I turn quickly, losing my balance. Todd catches me before I can go down and helps me to straighten myself. His hand remains on my hip as we face each other. I have no idea how to get him to move his hand without being rude, so I remain where I am.

“Todd. How are you today?” I smile.

“Great. It’s a beautiful day outside, and I am speaking to the most beautiful woman in our pack, so my day is magnificent.” He smiles broadly.

My skin feels tight, and I wish he would stop touching me. I don’t want any other man to touch me except for Max. I keep a smile plastered to my face but don’t reply to his compliment. A feeling of awareness skitters down my spine.

A growl crashes over me, causing goosebumps to pop up over my skin. Todd removes his hand and takes a step back as he glances warily over my shoulder. Letting my gaze follow the same trajectory, I see Max striding toward us.

“I will talk to you later,” Todd spits out quickly before taking off.

I don’t say anything as I turn to face what is a very pissed-off Max.

“What the fuck are you doing?” he says lowly as he invades every inch of my personal space.

“Going for a walk?” I try to sound sarcastic, but it comes out as a breathy question.

“Don’t play stupid, Raine. We both know you aren’t.” Max places his hand on my hip where Todd previously had his. But this is completely different. The light touch burns through my dress, every nerve ending lighting up. Wetness gathers between my thighs from just that small amount of contact, and a mewling sound escapes my throat.

“Fuck,” he rasps as he leans in closer to me.

He inhales my scent before stepping back and removing his hand. He stares at me for the longest time, his gaze roaming first my face and then down the length of my body. It feels like he is memorizing me, committing every detail to his memory for later.

“I can’t do this,” he says before stomping away.

𝓒𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓡𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓟𝓻𝓮-𝓞𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓐𝓵𝓮𝓻𝓽

🌘 Unwelcome Mate (Katu Wolves #4)🌒



Every shifter longs to find their fated mate. It’s one of the greatest blessings the Goddess can ever give to a shifter. But sometimes even the Goddess can make a mistake.

When your mate is your childhood bully, there must be a mistake.


I started to believe I would never find my fated mate and had already accepted it as fact. Then I find her. But the woman I want to claim is a grown-up version of a girl I tortured when we were children. I wish I could go back and change things but the past is set in stone.

Is there any way for me to make this right?

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🚨Release Date – 30 September 2022

🚨Paranormal Romance (Wolf Shifters)

🚨Book 4 in a series of stand-alone novellas

🚨Fated Mates

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Do you want to know a secret?

I’m a little crazy.

Want to know another?

All the best people are.

I’m the guy that smiles as I plan your downfall.

Laughs as you cry in pain. 

Tells a joke as I read you your last rites. 

And howls as I send you to the hell you deserve. 

I’m the good guy, wrapped up in a warped, depraved package of sin. A saviour, destined for the depths of hell. 

My life is perfect. 

My friends are psychotic. 

Everything is how I like it… uncomplicated chaos.

Until her. 

She thought she could destroy me. Ruin me in the worst way. Thing is, I love a challenge, and the only one getting destroyed in this twisted little game is her… in the best way.

They call me The Joker, because I always have the last laugh. And I’m about to show the world the greatest trick of all. No one messes with a King and lives to tell the tale. 

The Joker is an Enemies to Lovers, New Adult, Standalone Romance from Nikki J Summers. 

This story takes place in the Soldiers of Anarchy world, and although reading The Psycho and The Reaper will help to understand some of the characters, it’s not essential to the enjoyment of this story. 

There are scenes of a violent and sexual nature in this story, therefore it is intended for readers of 18+ years. Please take note of the trigger warnings listed in Colton’s letter at the start of this book. 

Author interview with Kaylin Peyerk

What inspired you to start writing?

I’ve been a reader for my entire life. Fantasy romance in particular has been a big part of my life. Falling into stories was what got me through an awkward childhood, and then I grew to love adult fantasy romance for the complex themes and ideas it portrays. That’s why I moved into the realm of adult paranormal romance and fantasy.

What comes first, the plot or characters?

I’ve had times where a plot idea came first in a dream that I scribbled down to tease out later, and I’ve also written extensive character and world-building outlines before even looking at the plot. So, I would say it all depends on the type of narrative you want to portray because every book is driven by one or the other, rarely both.

Describe your writing space.

My husband and I have a shared office we call “the game room” because we are both lovers of computer games. On the walls are murals of some of my favorite anime and literature. MHA, Attack on Titian, Marvel, and art from Heaven Official’s Blessing by MXTX. There are LED lights lining the walls and a comfy black couch for snuggling! Really cozy and fits my vibe perfectly.

How do you deal with the emotional impact of a book (on yourself) as you are writing the story?

My writing is all-consuming to me, as I’m sure it is for most authors. I feel for my characters so deeply that they’re a part of me. Everything I put them through resonates in my chest; especially when I include mental illness in my narrative as that hits close to home. I think including real-life struggles makes your characters more real and can help both author and reader to cope, you know? That’s my answer that’s not an answer, haha. Because, to be completely honest, I’m not sure I’ve found a way to deal with the emotional impact other than hold onto it tightly and never let it go. I’ve got so many characters in my head now it’s rowdy in there.

How many books have you published? Which is your favorite?

I’ve published twenty-five books so far in my career. My favorite is Wolf Rejected, a recent release that I adore with my whole heart. It follows a woman who lost her twin sister to murder. She’s hellbent on finding the person responsible all at the expense of herself. She’s got this huge martyr complex, not to mention the grief and anger of losing someone so close to her. At the same time, she’s forced to take her twin’s place as the next queen of Ellion, marrying the triplet princes. It’s raw, and dark, and I think a lot of people who have lost someone can relate. The dedication at the start of the novel is one I feel to my very core: “To those who have lost someone dear to them and felt just as much rage as they did sorrow.”

Where can readers purchase your books?

Amazon! Most, if not all, of my titles, are in Kindle Unlimited.

What are you reading now?

I’m reading The Poppy War by R. F. Kuang

Name one author that you always 1-click

Sam Hall, her books are a huge inspiration for me and I love her work

Share something fun your readers wouldn’t know about you.

My family owned a bakery when I was younger, so I know how to make a lot of different pastries and pies.

Would you rather be in a room full of snakes or a room full of spiders?

A room full of snakes

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Not His Mate – Katu Wolves Book 2

When a wolf shifter finds their fated mate their entire world changes. There is nothing on earth they wouldn’t do to keep their mate by their side. But what happens when your fated mate is already mated to someone else?

Calum Beckett, Beta to the Katu wolf pack, has finally found his fated mate in Talon Quinn. The only problem is that she already has a mate. Trying to stay away from Talon is pulling him apart and driving his wolf to the brink of insanity. But what choice does he have?

Talon has moved to the Katu Pack with her mate Parker, but Parker isn’t her true mate, but someone she was forced to mate by her previous Alpha. When she finds her fated mate her life is thrown even further into chaos. Difficult choices lie ahead, and no matter which path she chooses, pain is inevitable.

How much pain are you willing to cause? How will either mate react to choices that Talon makes? Can anyone have their happily ever after?


I still have a rebellious streak, it’s part of my personality, but I try to tamp it down. Today, I have pushed more of Parker’s buttons than I have in the last year, and the outcome will not be good. Not that it would matter what my attitude was toward any of this. It’s obvious Parker could sense the mating bond between the Beta and me. It is a palpable aura that clings to unmated wolves when they find their true mate. I may not be as heavily affected as Calum is because I am already mated, but with our heightened senses, he couldn’t have missed it.

“Talon,” Calum calls out to me.

His voice flows over me, coating me. The deepness vibrates through me, turning me inside out. I want to continue walking, but my body responds to him so strongly that my feet stay planted to the path. I don’t turn to watch him approach me because I can feel his presence get closer with every step.

“You’re at the wrong house,” he says lowly into my ear. “This is my house. And although you will always be welcome here, it would be inappropriate.”

Placing his hand on my lower back, he guides me to the house beside his, sending goosebumps skittering across my flesh. All thought has fled from my mind as I allow him to touch me and guide me. At the door to the main house, we stand in silence for long moments, his fingers lightly flexing against my back before he knocks.

The door is flung back, and Peyton beams at me.

“Talon!” she squeals before throwing her arms around my neck and embracing me closely. “Come in! I am super excited to have you here. Let me show you around.”

Peyton grabs my hand and leads me deeper into the house, pulling me away from Calum’s touch. A touch I immediately miss. In the massive kitchen, she flutters about, talking continuously, but I don’t hear a word. I am trying to center myself in this new normal that has been thrust upon me.

“Talon?” Peyton looks at me quizzically. “Are you okay?”


“You can talk to me. The new pack can feel overwhelming but we have always been friends. If it’s about the mating scent clinging to you, maybe I can help.” She looks so supportive I can’t stop myself from spilling the beans.

Taking a seat at the solid wood counter that runs the length of her kitchen, I haul in a deep breath before letting it all out.

“Slade forced me to mate when I came of age. You had already been gone by the time that Parker found his way to the pack, but he isn’t a good man. He isn’t a good wolf. And then we came here because you said we would be safe and accepted, and now I’ve found my true mate. And I don’t have a clue what I should do.” Sighing, I rest my head in my hands. The migraine I will definitely have later already forming at the base of my skull.

“What?” she yells.

Footsteps can be heard from deeper in the house before a large male appears at Peyton’s side. His hands are all over her face and body, looking for the cause of her distress. When he finds nothing, he finally scans the surrounding area before his gaze lands on me. His gaze narrows and my wolf wants nothing more than to submit and bare my throat to the man who is clearly my new Alpha.

“Stop that, Caine. Talon didn’t do anything wrong. I was just shocked by some news she shared with me.” Peyton pushes at his chest. “Go and be domineering somewhere else. This is girl talk.”

“Are you sure, my moon?” He cups her face gently in hands that I am sure are capable of immense violence.

Her face softens as she smiles up at him before placing a kiss on his scruffy jaw.

“Yes, my love,” she replies, and the moment feels way too personal for me to witness.

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His Refused Mate – Katu Wolves Book 1

Wolf shifters are fated with one mate. Losing your mate or refusing it causes immense pain and, in some cases, death. But what if fate gives you a second chance?

Payton has been on her own for longer than she can remember, even when she was still part of a pack. Being refused by her fated mate has her fleeing, starting a life of solitude away from any other shifters

Caine is the Alpha to his pack and although he loves his pack dearly, he longs for his true mate. When he catches her scent he will do everything to make her his. But can he convince her to take a chance?


Deciding to go for a swim before I shift to my wolf, I get undressed, fold my clothes neatly and place the pile, along with my shoes, behind a tree. Slowly I wade in, enjoying the coolness of the water against my skin. I feel overheated and my skin feels stretched tight over my bones. It has been that way since I got here, and I can’t explain it. I have the most vivid dreams about a man whose face I can’t see no matter how hard I try, and more often than not I wake up with my breasts feeling heavy and an intense ache between my legs.

Dipping my head beneath the water, I clear my mind and take a deep breath as I reemerge. Pushing my hair back, I stare up at the stars and thank the goddess again that I am finally free.

A sound to my left startles me, drawing my attention. Emerging from the treeline is the largest black wolf I have ever seen. I don’t move, afraid to even breathe. I may be able to defend myself against a would-be human attacker, but a wolf, especially one this size, is not something I would ever take on.

Slowly he pads forward before lying down in front of the pool, resting his head on his front paws, his yellow eyes watching me intently. As the fear starts to dim—because he clearly isn’t intent on attacking me—a new scent assaults my senses. Dark and rich, like freshly made coffee. When it hits me, I am transported back to my dreams. Instantly my nipples pebble harder than they already are, my breasts starting to feel heavy, and the throbbing between my legs returns. The arousal is so intense that my knees threaten to buckle.

The black wolf whines before crawling closer on his belly. Even in wolf form, his gaze appears pained. But as I take another deep breath of fresh air, catching the strong scent again, I remember. I remember the last time a smell affected me this way, turned me inside out. I remember the pain that followed once I was rejected. The humiliation of not being good enough for the mate the goddess chose for me.

But it isn’t possible. I have only heard stories of wolves finding a second mate, old wives tales that very few put any stock in. I don’t know anyone who has ever experienced it.

“What do you want?” I question.

Slowly, he starts to shift back to human form. I watch in amazement as the most beautiful man I have ever seen appears before me. If I ever thought that Slade was attractive, I knew nothing. The man before me is gorgeous, with dark hair and a chiseled jaw with a little scruff. Broad shoulders lead down to an expansive chest with beautiful artwork tattooed over his arms. My gaze skims over a perfectly defined abdomen with a V indent beside the hip I have the sudden urge to lick, down to an impressive cock. A fully erect cock.

He stands perfectly still as I take my fill of his physique, but as I stare at him, his cock twitches. As part of the shifter community, I am used to nudity. I have seen my fair share of naked men and cocks in all shapes and sizes, but never in my nineteen years have I felt the urge to get down on my knees, naked, and present myself to a male.

I may be a virgin, but I am not some simpering idiot. Since my humiliation at the hands of my former mate, I have educated myself. I watch porn. I masturbate. I may never have had sex, but I do know the mechanics of it.

“What do you want?” I demand again, straightening my shoulders.

“My mate,” he snaps in return.

My Review: Vengeful Minds by Ashlee M Edmonds

***Let me just start this review by saying this is my first novel by Ashlee M Edmonds. But it WILL NOT be the last!***

Vengeful Minds is the 4th novel in the Reapers of Havoc MC. Although the author puts in the work to make sure it can be read as a stand-alone, I do recommend reading it as part of the series. (I will now spend my time reading the first three simply out of curiosity)

Rating: 4/5
Spice: 4/5
Angst: 4/5
Plot: 4/5
Cliffhanger: Yes!
Do I recommend: Hell YES!

This novel contains so many twists & turns. It has a great pace that will keep you turning the pages long after you should have gone to sleep. Vengeful Minds is an intense read with so many emotions jumping out at you from any given page.
I recommend that you make sure to cancel all your plans before starting this read because you won’t be going anywhere or getting anything done once you have gotten started.

Throwback Thursday

The Dog – Gypsy Bastards MC Book 3

The Gypsy Bastards MC is a family, and they continue to expand…

Bodhi “Mad Dog” Black falls for Kaiya Walsh the moment he sees her. Bruised, beaten, and broken, she’s still the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.

Kaiya comes from a violent past, and getting over it may not be possible. Moving forward is hard, and no matter how much her mind, body, and soul have healed, she simply doesn’t feel worthy.

When she starts to spread her wings, Mad Dog takes a chance and tries to get close to her, but he doesn’t think she’s ready for everything he wants. And he wants it all.

Navigating Kaiya’s harrowing past is one thing, but more obstacles pop up as well. Will they survive to get a happily ever after when the dust settles?


My entire first week, I didn’t see any of the guys. I missed Sparrow because he only works morning. But the other guys, I have no idea how I was able to avoid them. But that all just changed a moment ago, when the entire club walked in. Thank God for small miracles, because they aren’t seated in my section.

Continuing with my duties, I purposefully avoid the area they are seated and act like I didn’t see them enter. It’s hard to keep my gaze off them, but I’m able to do it.

“Damn, those are some fine-ass men.” Charlie sighs dreamily when I approach the bar.

“Yup,” I reply distractedly.

“And that Mad Dogs is staring a hole right through you.” She gestures with her head.

“Shit,” I mutter, still not looking their way.

“I’m assuming as your new BFF there are some details you haven’t shared with me yet.”

I lift my gaze swiftly, only to find Charlie smiling down at me. “Don’t worry. We will get to that part someday soon, but now, you might want to brace yourself.”

She grabs my order ticket and heads down the bar to fill my order. I know Bohdi is behind me before he speaks. His presence is something I can physically feel wash over me. His smell hits me next. His natural musk, some cologne that he wears, and the underlying smell of engine oil. A smell they all carry no matter what.

“Kaiya,” he growls in my ear before standing beside me. “You’re looking beautiful as always.”

My gaze travels up the length of his body. Black boots, thick, jean-covered thighs, and a plain black t-shirt. His chin is covered in scruff, his eyes bright as he watches me with a smirk on his face.

“Bohdi,” I breathe. His presence has my stomach fluttering, my pulse spiking, and arousal coursing through me. I haven’t felt any form of arousal toward a man since I can remember. But Bohdi makes me feel all kinds of things I never thought were possible.

“I didn’t know you started here,” he says.

“Almost two weeks. I thought it might be a good idea. Help me start feeling more normal.”

Bohdi raises his hand to cup my cheek, staring into my eyes. His lips are a hairsbreadth away from mine when he speaks. “Normal is for people who conform. You will never be a typical woman because you will always be extraordinary.”

His words rake over my skin and cause me to shiver.

“Damn, girl.” Charlie interrupts the moment. “If you don’t kiss him after that, I will.”

My gaze cuts to her as I glare. Bohdi chuckles before heading back to the guys at their table. Charlie raises her hands in the air, showing she meant no harm before continuing to get drinks for the other waitresses. Jealousy isn’t an emotion that I’m used to. Fear. Anger. So many other emotions, but never jealousy. The thought of Bohdi touching anyone else has rage swimming through my veins and my vision going hazy.

Breathing deep, I take my drink order and make sure all my tables are happy before taking a five-minute break. Standing outside Dusk, I wish I smoked. I don’t have a reason to be standing here in the alley, but I just needed to breathe.

I hear the door behind me open as I continue to breathe in and out. Hands land on my hips and pull me into a hard, muscled chest. We stand there as I relax into his hold, neither speaking a word. After a while, the door opens again, and this time, I do look back. In the doorway is Preacher, staring at us with a stony gaze.

“Break’s over,” he barks before heading back.

Bohdi doesn’t even acknowledge that we were interrupted, but does turn me in his arms. His hands flex on my hips where they are still keeping a hold of me, and I don’t know how I don’t beg him to keep holding me.

“I want to see you. I don’t care if it’s after work or tomorrow morning, but I can’t keep on going like you aren’t an important part of my life. We don’t have to go to my house, and nothing has to happen, but I want to see you.”

He doesn’t wait for a reply, and he knows I won’t say no.

Wrapped in Silk by MJ Fields


A highly emotional, sensitive story about second chances at life and love.

Emma, mother to seven-year-old London, finds herself separated and on the verge of divorce. She is not looking for love, just a happy life and the ability to take care of her daughter.

Brody is one of the most popular rock stars in the world, who is also going through a divorce. An extremely attractive man—possibly the most attractive man that Emma has ever seen—with a British accent and piercing, intense, blue eyes.

While visiting a friend in New York City, Emma runs into Brody, literally. Brody knows he has to have her, and Emma knows she doesn’t have time for a distraction while on her quest to rebuild her life and take care of the most important part of it—London.

Will Emma ignore the powerful attraction she feels for him, or will she allow him to be the perfect distraction for her first weekend without her daughter?

My Review:

As per what can be expected, MJ Fields delivers yet another heart-wrenching love story.

Brody is a rockstar with a heart of gold and a truckload of his own issues
Emma is a single mom going through a divorce

Brody and Emma are instantly attracted to each other and it quickly leads to a much deeper level. But nothing is ever as easy as it seems.
From ex-husbands to health issues, the two of them are put through the wringer.
Don’t let that put you off though…the roller coaster ride is well worth it!

Rating: 4/5

Spice: 4/5

Angst: 3/5

Plot: 4/5

Cliffhanger: Yes

Do I recommend reading this: Yes

Throwback Thursday

The Pope – Gypsy Bastards MC Book 2

Do second chances exist?

Storm has been in love with Colin “Pope” O’Brien since she was thirteen but it wasn’t meant to be. Years later, the opportunity to be together presents itself—but it’s stolen away in the blink of an eye.

After a near-death experience, Pope decides to bear his heart to Storm and finally claim the woman he loves. But it just doesn’t seem in to be in the cards for them. Patience isn’t his strong suit, but forcing his way in will only push Storm further away.

Secrets, lies, and an outside threat could keep them apart. Is the timing any better this time around? Is love enough or will there always be something keeping them apart?

Be Warned: spanking


She takes a deep breath and nods. She steps away from me but takes my hand as she leads me to her bedroom. Stopping at the foot of her bed, she turns to face me again. Slowly, like she isn’t sure of what she’s doing, she raises her hands to my shoulders and starts to work my cut off. When she gets it past my arms, she folds it with care and places it on the stool in front of her vanity. Returning to me, she lifts the hem of my t-shirt to remove it. I don’t speak, don’t tell her to take off her clothes the way I want to. She needs to be in control at this moment and this is me giving that to her.

She doesn’t show the same care for my clothes as she did my cut, instead, tossing my shirt to the floor. As she stares at me, her breathing accelerates and she touches my bare skin. Her nails run over my tattoos and then my abs before she moves around me. She touches the tattoo on my back and plants a kiss between my shoulder blades. I always knew Storm loved the club, but her reverence to my cut and the tattoo of our patch on my back almost unmans me. It’s enough to nearly bring me to my knees.

She turns me around so I’m yet again facing her. Pushing, she walks me back toward the bed where I wait on the edge. She has a plan and I’m smart enough to know not to interfere. Taking three steps back, she smiles at me, but it’s not the smile I’m used to. Instead of the self-assured Storm I have always known, the woman in front of me is almost shy.

“Tell me what you want.”

The words leave her on a breath, no louder than a whisper. She’s dressed in jean shorts and a black halter neck top. She isn’t wearing the shoes from earlier, having kicked them off somewhere along the way.

“Let me see you. Show me what is mine from today on out.”