Recent content by Glendora

Did he know what that dimple did to her? Reaching up, she raked her nails lightly across the sides of his neck. "Careful," a near purr in her chest. "Saying things like that will not make for a restful night." A wicked glint in her moonlit eyes as she tightened her grip around the sides of...

Glen let her eyes search his own as he stared down at her. His eyes were like a brewing storm. There was a weight to his gaze. Fingers twitched at her side, wanting to reach up to smooth that furrow in his brow. She settled for tracing a pattern of lazy circles across his bare arm. "As you...

Laying against him. Feeling the steady thrum of his heart against her very bones. Penetrating through to her soul. They fit together like they were made for each other. Across time. Across worlds. Across lifetimes. The magic of the bond whispered that promise. That even death wouldn't...

My Hunter (Oakley), I will never forget your cocky, dimpled smile the night we met. I didn't know a male like you could exist. You changed my life forever that night of the Hunt. I would erase the stars for you. Even looming wars will not get in our way. I never knew I was missing a part...

The Princess of the Night Court lay half sprawled on top of Oakley's chest. A silken arm draped over his torso, the lazy swirls of her fingers along his ribs. She was tracing invisible constellations. She wore so many masks. Submissive. Reserved. Calculating. But in this moment? Oakley...

Her breaths were ragged. Her heart a wild, untamed thing in her chest. Her fingers trailed along his skin. Her nails digging in and leaving light marks that her fingers and mouth quickly soothed. How? How could he feel so much like home? More of a home than all the years she’d lived in the...

Her silver eyes drunk up the scene of his house in this grove like a starving man seeing a banquet feast set before him. It was so...him. Wild and warm. And he was right. It was a far cry from those spindly rock towers of the Night Fortress Castle. From those cold, jagged, dangerous...

The magic was something stronger than she could ever have imagined. Something stronger than the cruelty of her brothers and the Night Court. It felt like something she almost couldn't recognize because she hadn't experienced it. Something that felt warm, like love, like home. Luminous eyes...

It was something more powerful than the wind and waves crashing against the rocky cliffs of the nightcourt border. Even as Oakley kissed her. Even as she felt his hands trail along her body and that mechanism lock into place as if nothing in all the fae realms and lands could shake, the stars...

A ragged exhale as he changed. She followed suit. Her fox form growing into that tall, lithe figure with curves and angles. Silvery moonlit hair was unbound, falling across her face and her shoulders like a furious snowstorm. She frowned as he took a step back. That space between them like...

There was something that twisted inside her guarded, furious heart at his yelp of pain. She felt it. His pain was hers. Her teeth bared. Eyes narrowed, even he shook her free. With a small yip, she hit the ground and rolled. Though light on her paws, she wasn't fast enough as his wolf...

Head shook and her paws stumbled as she was pushed away. There was a small tuft of his wolf fur in her mouth. She matched his stance. Low to the ground. Shoulders set and hackles raised. Snowy fur sleek and polished in the light of the full moon. 'I should kill her.' Her voice was nearly...

Luminous eyes of the white fox keyed in on those light orbs of that wolf. They were a little ways into the woods, lilting laughter and clanging of glasses from the party beyond drifted through the light breeze of the night. Dry leaves crackled beneath her paws as she stared at her mate. It...

"I would like to see where my people will be safe-guarded," she paused as she was swooped back upward. "But I will be choose who gives me a tour, General." Glendora reached for that icy mask she wore. The one she'd learned to wear since childhood. The one she'd made for survival living in a...

The winged puca temporarily blocked her view of her mate and that other female he so happily danced with. Sharp teeth flashed in the general's direction even as she felt Oakley's warning down their bond. A surprised blink. Their bond. Her mouth went dry. She went to step around the...