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Twenty-eight-year-old Wren has been sheltered his whole life. He was homeschooled, and only allowed to socialize with similarly repressed omegas who at the very least, had watched porn by their age. Wren, not so much. Once he finished school and went on into adulthood, you’d think that Wren would have gone crazy trying to experience all the things he’d been denied as a teenager, right? Far from it. Though Wren had moved to a new city for his job and gained new friends who had certainly dabbled in hedonism, Wren had little inclination to join them.
Wren was content with celibacy. He was content with working nine to five, eating lunch with his coworkers, and then going home at the end of the day to binge watch tv shows and try out the new recipes he found online. His life was a boat on still waters, slowly drifting to an expected destination. Steady. Unchanging.
There’s a storm, though, hanging on the fringes of Wren’s life by the name of Vincent. He’s a complete nuisance, with his ridiculous V-neck shirts that show way too much skin, his captivatingly evil grin, and his scent like a minty forest breeze. Wren doesn’t like him at all, and he’s really annoyed that Vincent is apparently the only taxi driver available in the whole city after seven p.m.
And if the fact that the scent of Vincent’s oncoming rut triggered Wren’s heat meant anything significant, like their compatibility, Wren was going to happily ignore it. And if, right before Wren’s next heat, he stole Vincent’s scarf from the backseat of the taxi, then Wren was going to blame it all on the omega heat-brain instincts.
Except, unbeknownst to Wren, there was apparently a ‘stealing an alpha’s clothes to sex’ pipeline that he wasn’t aware of.
Before long, Wren is sucked up into the whirlpool known as Vincent, desperately trying to claw his way out before he drowns. But as it turns out, the whirlpool is just as desperate to drag him down as Wren is to escape.
The Prison
The Evil God
Rook is the god of evil, darkness, and death. His existence is a curse, his very presence a poison. His love is toxic, and all who make the mistake of loving him meet unfortunate ends, typically by his own hand.
When someone begins targeting Rook by poisoning the main river of the god realm, Rook is annoyed, but not surprised. The list of people who hate him is long, and any one of them could have a grudge.
Unfortunately, the incident is large enough to catch the attention of the king of the realm. Idris, god of light and creation. Rook isn't particularly fond of Idris, for several reasons, and Idris doesn't hold any affection for him either.
So why, just why, has Idris, ruler of the gods, brought Rook, scum of the earth, to his own personal palace for "protection"?
*Note: this work contains mature themes and content, some of which may be triggering for some readers. Please heed the chapter warnings.
Dark Dominion
Jun’s existence is a secret. If discovered, the vampires will execute him—they wouldn't even bother to drink his defective blood. But when a vampire with a cold demeanor and fiery eyes finds him, the boy may prove more valuable than he seems.
The Lyrebird King
The Lyrebird King is a queer medieval fantasy romance (with a heavy dose of drama and suspense) featuring Aries and Caius, two people cast aside by society finding acceptance in one another while navigating the complexities of an underground movement.
Cover art by the amazing Cameron McCafferty (@camerongraphics).
Their Little Beauty (MxMxM+) (CG/L)
Briar had no idea that the relationship he was in was unhealthy. Damaging. He could barely tell that everything he was, and wanted to be, had been repressed and kept away by the person he loved more than life.
Or maybe he did know- did see- and just didn't want to acknowledge it. Content to suffer silently if it meant keeping his boyfriend happy.
And what it took for him to see the love he could have, the acceptance he could experience and the freedom he could thrive in, were three people. Three amazing, gorgeous and polyamorous people who used a cheeky fox to sneak their way into his life, a daddy he never knew he needed to break down his walls, and a sadistic dominant to lead him into a lifestyle he had always been afraid of.
And afraid, Briar was. Afraid that the person he became around them, the person he could see himself thriving as... he was terrified that it was all too perfect for someone as imperfect as him.
Briar; a Little lost in a big, cruel world.
(CG/L meaning: Caregiver/Little).