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She's the treasure he never thought he'd find…

Shifter Duncan Kincaid enjoys dancing. Country dancing to be precise. After all, the lasses love nothing more than a man who can swing them around a dance floor. And that's the other thing Duncan loves- the lasses. A wink and a smile is all it takes to have a partner for the night, until a Faerie with dark curls and brazen curves throws him off his game and shakes him to his core.

He's a danger to her life, and a risk she's willing to take.

With his I-know-what-you-look-like-naked green eyes, sexy brogue, and cocky grin, Duncan is the type of wolf Ryanne wouldn't normally waste her time with for more than a night. But underneath the playful exterior, she senses a haunting sadness, one that calls to her own dark soul and distracts her from her purpose.

The murder will just have to wait.

He found his keys and unlocked his door. “So, where are we goin’, lass?” When she didn’t respond, he turned to her, keys dangling from his fingers.
She was staring at him strangely.
“Wha’?” he asked.
Her eyes narrowed in on his mouth. “Duncan?”
“Aye?”
“Why have you never tried to kiss me?”
He looked at her perfect, bonnie lips and his breath caught in his lungs. Och. He wanted to. The lass had no idea how much he wanted to. But…“It’s no’ that I dinna want tae.”
“Are you afraid of me?”
“No,” he answered immediately. But the word tripped on his tongue. “No,” he told her more forcefully. “I am no’.”
She stepped closer, and Duncan forced himself to hold his ground. He wasn’t afraid of a wee Faerie lass.
“I want to kiss you,” she said.
Before he could think of an argument as to why they shouldn’t do this, Duncan found himself with his back pressed against the side of his Jeep. Soft, womanly curves held him prisoner better than any steel bars ever could, and he knew, in that moment, how his mated brothers had never stood a chance against a Fae lass.
Staring down at her, he tried again to come up with a good reason as to why they shouldn’t do this even though his heart was pounding near out of his chest and the air was having a hell of a time getting into his lungs. But all he could manage was, “I can no’, Ryanne.” The words were little more than a whisper.
“I think you can, wolf.”
He gritted his teeth and shook his head back and forth.
She nodded hers. Then she put her hands behind his neck and pulled his head down until they were eye to eye. “I need to get you out of my system,” she whispered, so close he felt her words against his mouth more than heard them. “You’re distracting me from killing my father.”
He had no time to absorb what she’d just said, for then her lips were pressed to his, moving against his mouth insistently. Duncan growled low in his throat as her tongue swept in to tangle with his, and his fingers dug into the hard sides of the vehicle.
He ached to hold her. Ached all the way down to his soul. Ached to wrap his arms around her and pull her in so tight neither of them would know where one stopped and the other began. And by the way she was biting at his lips and digging her fingers into the back of his neck, she wanted the same. But he couldn’t do it. It would be nothing but torture for him to hold her, knowing that’s all he would ever be able to do.
Instead, he forced himself to turn his head, breaking the kiss, and then, unable to stand even that much distance between them, pressed his cheek against hers. He fought to get his breathing under control enough so he was able to speak. “I can no’ do this, lass,” he whispered. “Please do no’ force me tae. Ye will break me like nothing else.” And this was something he knew in his bones, though he could not have said how.
She pulled away, her wee hands letting up just enough that she could look into his face. But Duncan kept his eyes downcast. He couldn’t look at her. Heat suffused his face as his muscles began to tremble with the urge to run. Run away from this female who made him wish so desperately for things he couldn’t have.
“Duncan…”
“Please dinna make me confess things tae ye, Ryanne. I could no’ stand it if ye looked upon me as any less o’ a male.” He clenched his jaw so hard his teeth ached and fought to swallow around the lump in his throat, fighting the surge of loneliness that assailed him as she pulled away. Loneliness he had no business feeling.
He stayed as he was for long seconds, muscles tense, fighting his own cowardice. He wanted to jump into the Jeep and drive away. Run as far as he could.
But he would not, could not, leave her here like that.
Finally, she said, “I would appreciate a ride, if the offer is there.”
He exhaled long and slow. “Aye,” he said, sadly. “O’ course it is.”
“Okay. Thank you.” But she stayed where she was. “Duncan…”
He squeezed his eyes shut, the pain like a clamp around his chest. “Please, Ryanne. Do no’. I beg o’ ye.”
A few seconds later, he heard her boots walking away from him as she went to the other side of the Jeep. He tried to inhale, to take a breath, but the loss of her was like ripping the skin from his body.
Twisting his head to either side until he felt the bones pop in his neck and his wolf settle down again, he shot a look around the lot, but thankfully it was empty.
One hand on the door handle, he took a shaky breath. Then he yanked open the door and climbed in.

This book was previously published with the title "To Covet the Fae".

Never follow the rabbit.

Brock Hume is a lone hunter, and right now he's hunting the most tempting prey he's ever encountered through the early morning streets of Seattle. He really can't help himself. Her scent reminds him of the heather blossoms of his homeland, and she has curves that he can't wait to get his paws on. And she was running from him, a werewolf. The best game of all.

Heather Knight has to be the worst faerie ever, but being that she grew up as a human, that shouldn't really be a surprise. She can't even tell when a man isn't actually a man at all, but a supernatural creature of lore. And she really should have known, for no mortal man was that hot. To protect her heart, and her identity, she runs.

But in a strange twist of fate, Heather and Brock find themselves thrown into a game of Survivor meets Alice in Wonderland. To win, Brock has five days to find Heather and return them to where he started.

He has all kinds of plans for when he catches her.
And catch her, he will.

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This book was previously published with the title "Fae Encounter".

He always followed the rules. Until she broke them.

Marc Kincaid must convince a rival werewolf pack that their worst nightmare is about to become reality. In order for their species to survive, the packs must form an alliance .To win them over, he has to play their games. But he runs across an unexpected glitch—a bonnie Fae lass with curves capable of unmanning him and a stubborn streak to match. His response to her is instant and hungry, and makes him burn for more than just survival. But she's not a rule he's willing to break.

Bronaugh Lane has been fighting her dark Fae nature her entire life. Giving up control is not in her character. If she did, she would lose everyone she cares about. So when she meets a werewolf with the hard muscles of a warrior and a soft Scottish brogue, her intense yearning for him is disconcerting. She should keep her distance, but her lusty nature is her undoing, nearly messing up her plans to get close to the Texas pack, because Marc is her only chance at infiltrating their den.

And then the game changes.
There are no rules now.

This book was previously published with the title "Fae Hunter".

Being the alpha isn't always easy.

Keegan McRae is the leader of the Austin werewolf pack. And sometimes, for the good of all involved, a male has to make choices he wouldn't normally abide by. Like allowing the Faerie you're sweet on to be the main attraction in a rodeo.
Not as the cowgirl, but as the livestock.
Stubborn as a bull and just as fearless, Bitsy caught his interest the first time she flipped him off. But before he had a chance to make things right with her, she got loose. And though his wolf howled in protest at the loss, he had no choice but to let her go.

Bláthnaid (Bitsy) Dunn swore she would never again set foot in the hell hole that was Texas. Or anywhere near the arrogant shifter who was the main reason she hated it so much. The last time she'd seen him, his well-worn boots had stomped all over her hide—and her pride.
Yet, here she was again.
This time, however, she's here on her terms. Keegan needs her help to infiltrate the Fae world, and she needs him to help her find her father. His green eyes are full of remorse, and his easy smile is hard to resist, but forgiveness is not part of the deal.

However, Keegan is used to fighting for what he wants.
And he wants Bitsy.
This time, she won't be getting away.

This book was previously published with the title "Fae Deception".

There's a fine line between WHO you love and WHAT you hate.

For Lucian Kincaid, that line may as well be a wall. As far as this Scottish shifter is concerned, the only good Faerie is a dead Faerie. With the Fae's deceitful nature, his wolf is forever on edge when they're around, ready to bust out at the slightest provocation. Until a chance encounter with a human woman captures the interest of the predator inside of him. His need to be near her is unexpected. His hunger for her insatiable.

Before the truth of her identity is revealed…

Being chased down by creatures determined to suck out her soul is not the way Keelin Doran pictured her evening walk. Lucky for her, she's rescued by something far scarier—a wolf with a thirst for blood who shifts into a man beautiful in his savagery. Despite the rage she senses simmering just beneath the surface, he makes her feel safe, and her body instantly craves his. But her heart is not prepared for the man beneath the fur, or the revelation his presence in her life reveals.

Keelin is The Key.

L.E. Wilson writes Paranormal Romance starring intense alpha males and the women who are fearless enough to tame them—for the most part anyway. ;) In her novels you'll find smoking hot scenes, a touch of suspense, a bit of gore, and multifaceted characters, all working together to combine her lifelong obsession with the paranormal and her love of romance.

Her writing career came about the usual way: on a dare from her loving husband. Little did they know just one casual suggestion would open a box of worms (or words as the case may be) that would forever change their lives.

Lattes and music are a necessary part of her writing process, and sometimes you'll find her typing away at her favorite Starbucks. She walks two miles to get there, to make up for all of those coffees.