Paranormal Romance

Dr. Linnea Kjellberg expects frostbite, uncooperative terrain, and a terrified winter wolf when she is flown into an isolated research station in the far north. She does not expect the wolf to shift into a severely injured man, a werewolf, or the heavily armed unit that refuses to let her leave until the spring thaw.

Soren Valke, alpha of the Skardi werewolf pack, guards the only passable mountain route in the territory. Trapped inside his compound by an unseasonal blizzard, Linnea is forced to tend his wounds and navigate the lethal politics of a society she never knew existed—one that demands the death of any human who learns their secret. But someone in the pack wants Soren dead, and they won't let the human doctor get in the way. As the temperature drops and the attacks escalate, Linnea realizes the man she's saving is just as dangerous as the enemies outside the gates, and the bond pulling them together might be the very thing that gets her killed.

Beatriz Soriano is a university bookkeeper with a dangerous quirk: she is terrible at lying, but she can read people's souls and secrets like balanced ledgers. In the college town of Osorio, funded by a massive haunted endowment, ghosts and magic are currency. When Beatriz is unknowingly drafted into a supernatural proxy war, she finds herself physically and fundamentally mirrored against Valentin Montoya—a dangerously capable enforcer fighting for the opposition. As they exchange blows and uncover secrets in alternating turns, both realize they are fighting a war where neither side knows who actually pays their wages. To survive the unseen masters of the endowment, the human ledger and the rival proxy must calculate the true cost of their survival, risking the very souls they guard.

Nneoma works the night shift at Odimene General Hospital, a sprawling, hidden facility where the day staff files away injuries they cannot explain, and the night staff deals with the monsters who caused them. As a Scavenger, Nneoma can touch any broken object and see exactly what it used to be. She uses this skill to scrape together a living, hiding from a supernatural debt she inherited. But when Kameke—a lethal debt collector for the hidden ward bosses—comes to collect a price that cannot be paid in money, Nneoma is forced onto a deadly transport route through the hospital's deepest, most dangerous stations. Bound together by an undeniable mate-bond that neither wants, they must survive a journey where the medicine is worse than the sickness, and the debt demands a piece of a soul.

Two hundred years ago, the werewolves of the Trevelloc clan closed off their island to the rest of the world. Now, they are the only ones who know what happened to Tressa’s brother.

Tressa is a cartographer, accustomed to measuring physical shores and charting visible tides. But when her brother vanishes on the banned coasts of Keresek, her instruments cannot help her. Desperate, she strikes a bargain with Kadek, the clan's formidable and insular alpha. He possesses the map she needs; she offers him one year of service in a clan that despises outsiders.

Their bargain binds them to the island's lethal terrain. Plunged into a brutal society where power is claimed by craft and physical survival, Tressa must navigate treacherous fishing politics, cliffside hazards, and a magnetic, terrifying pull toward the one man she swore to hate. Surrounded by enemies and the encroaching tide of clan warfare, she realizes too late: finding her brother means surviving the werewolves, and the price of the alpha's protection might be her freedom.

Evoia is a structural translator in the sunless city of Vrythos, gifted—and cursed—with the ability to hear the psychic residue trapped in stone and steel. The eternal long night of Vrythos has always been ruled by the Erethes, a nocturnal class that preys on the vulnerable. When Evoia deciphers a localized scream trapped within the founding pillars of the city, she uncovers evidence of a massive historical crime: Vrythos was built on a stolen bloodline. Her discovery forces an uneasy alliance with Kyranthos, a ruthless Erethes enforcer whose own family is implicated in the slaughter. As they unravel the buried truth of the city's origins, they must confront their growing, dangerous bond and fight to ensure the past does not return to devour the present.

Wren Strand has spent twenty-six years being the best rigger on any logging crew in Harker's Notch — steady hands, sharp eyes, and no patience for anyone who cuts corners on a mountain that doesn't forgive mistakes. She's never questioned why the old-growth stand at the edge of town has stood untouched for generations, or why her mother flinches whenever Wren asks about the boundary trail.

Then one tree changes everything: a scent she can't place, a stranger's eyes across the tree line, and a fever under her skin that has nothing to do with exhaustion.

She's a werewolf. She's always been one. And the man she can't stop dreaming about is the alpha of the pack on the other side of a boundary older than the town itself — a line kept by trees that remember blood, and that has stopped three packs from tearing each other apart for generations.

The bond between them is real, immediate, and impossible to unmake. Accepting it means defying a peace neither pack can afford to lose. Refusing it means a lifetime of wanting a man she can't have, thirty feet across a line she now has to help defend with her life.

Wren has never backed down from a dangerous job. She's not about to start with this one — even if the mountain, the mill, and every wolf on it are about to find out exactly how far she'll climb to keep what's hers.

A poisoned aquifer is about to tip two rival werewolf packs into open war over a sprawling desert border town. Ocotlan is the enforcer for the highway pack, sent to hunt down the saboteur before her Alpha orders a massacre. Tlalli is the sister of the ranchland Alpha, dispatched to stop the highway enforcer from crossing the border.

When they clash in the dry brush, the fated mate bond snaps into place between them.

Now they are bound to the enemy. If Tlalli’s brother finds out, he will gut Ocotlan and burn her pack’s truck stops to the ground. If Ocotlan’s Alpha finds out, she will be executed for treason. They have to solve the poisoning, keep their warring families from slaughtering each other, and figure out how to survive the lethal pull of a bond neither of them asked for.

In the northern coastal city of Lowell, the sun sets early, and the long night belongs to the Noctis—a supernatural syndicate of predators bound by ancient pacts. Tierney refuses her father’s legendary surname and his high seat in the Guild of Silverers, the elite crafters who forge the protective mercury-glass that keeps the monsters out of human homes. Working under an alias, she barely scrapes by repairing fractured wards for the desperate.

But when a lethal Noctis enforcer named Kellum Reed stalks into her shop with an impossible job—a heist to breach the Guild's impenetrable central vault and steal the First Mirror—Tierney is pulled into a deadly game. She must assemble a crew of rogues, outsmart her father's ironclad security, and work side-by-side with the very predator she was raised to hunt. As they plan the break-in, the magnetic, dangerous bond between Tierney and Kellum escalates. Soon, her duty to the city's safety and her loyalty to her lethal partner are on a collision course, forcing her to choose between the world she left behind and the monster pulling her into the dark.

Estela Quintero can hear the secret music in every pebble, using her piezoelectric empathy to tune soothing singing fountains for public plazas across the Cordillera League. When four canyon republics request harmonious water installations to ease cross-border tensions before the Carnival of Concord, Estela loads her heavy acoustic stones into an electric hauler. Her driver is Baldomero, a seven-foot granite gargoyle stonemason who looks like an ancient siege weapon but handles fragile teacups with agonizing terror. As they navigate dizzying canyon bridges and terraced cliff towns, Baldomero chisels stone basins while Estela tunes the water's calming chords. Between roadside flatbreads and cozy campfire tune-ups, Estela chips past Baldomero’s rocky shyness. Bringing harmony to six nervous border nations is daunting, but helping a gentle gargoyle realize he is worthy of love makes every mile worthwhile.

Fiadhuin is a werewolf born to run the coastal fog, but she was never supposed to run alone. Stripped of her pack and publicly rejected by her fated mate, Lorcuin—heir to the ruling Tonnaragh werewolf pack—she carved out a brutal, solitary life on the night docks, tracking feral rogues for coin. But when a territorial war threatens to drown the harbor in blood, Lorcuin is forced to seek out the one wolf who knows the smuggling routes well enough to stop the slaughter. Fiadhuin demands a high price for out-hunting the rival alphas, refusing to yield to the man who broke her. Yet, as they are thrust back together in the shadows of the cannery courts, the suppressed mate bond begins to violently reawaken, proving that a rejected claim never truly dies.

In the metaphysical border town of Suna, things slip across the veil every day—sometimes memories, sometimes people, sometimes cursed relics. Tani is a thief with a strict code: she only steals to return what was wrongfully taken across the crossing. When a high-stakes commission forces her to assemble a crew and break into the vault of the town's most dangerous syndicate boss, her path collides with Liko, a lethal border-warder whose job is to keep both worlds separate. Neither can afford to lose, but their escalating rivalry uncovers a conspiracy that threatens to tear the border wide open. To save her town, Tani must pull off the heist of a lifetime, trusting the one man paid to hunt her down.

Directing supersonic passenger shuttles across three solar systems takes iron nerves and micro-telekinetic precision, and Marimat is the best in the terminal. But her shift goes to hell when Shadimat crashes through her control tower window. Golden-skinned, deadly, and radiating scorching heat, Shadimat is a solar-vampire on the run from corrupt security syndicates. Trapped together during a total starport lockdown, Shadimat's internal solar furnace threatens to incinerate him unless he grounds his searing bio-heat against human skin. Marimat's telekinesis can cool his burns, but every touch unleashes an intoxicating wave of psychic euphoria that blurs the line between hostage and lover. When the sun sets, staying alive means surrendering to the heat.

Vigdis once swore an oath she could never keep, and the border town of Skarstad paid the price in blood. To the locals, Skarstad is just a quiet logging community where the fog rolls in thick from the North Sea. But Vigdis, a healer marked by a broken vow, knows the town sits on a metaphysical fault line, a crossing point between the mundane and something far older. When a wounded outsider washes up with impossible injuries—and carrying knowledge of a threat the town has blindly ignored for a generation—Vigdis must decide whether to bandage him and look away, or break the uneasy truce keeping her safe. Forced into an alliance with a protector whose kind she once betrayed, she must drag an unwilling town back into a war against the supernatural. The only problem is the pull between her and the outsider—a pull that demands a truth she is terrified to face, and a sacrifice she has already refused to make once before.

Klaasje Blaauw has never met a creature she couldn't soothe. Her psychic empathy and calm pulse have made her the most requested companion-beast handler on the continental sky-gondola lines. But her skills are tested when she is summoned to first class to handle an emergency: Lord Joris van der Meer, the mainland's most illustrious sun-falcon shifter envoy, is having a catastrophic bout of air sickness.

Terrified of turbulence and shedding fiery golden feathers all over the silk furniture, Joris is one air pocket away from setting the transport ablaze. Klaasje steps into his suite with dried mango slices and unflappable patience. As the gondola glides across sunlit mountain peaks, Joris finds solace in Klaasje’s gentle touch—and reasons to stay grounded by her side.

I know how monsters look when stripped to bone and wire. What I don't know is why Count Zsigmond Csáky—gorgeous, aristocratic, and thoroughly undead—thinks someone in the imperial ministry has replaced the grand chancellor with a carrion mimic. Zsigmond needs my anatomical expertise to spot the imposter before the continental coronation; I need his supernatural speed to keep from being silenced by steam-cutter assassins. Trapped together in lavish ballrooms and reeking preservation vaults, our paranoid banter turns into a scorching, dangerous attraction. But in a court where every smile hides sharpened fangs and fake skin, falling for a vampire who suspects his own shadow might be the most lethal mistake I ever make.

On the razor-thin glass plates of the Prismatic Shards, steam-powered beacons guide void-skiffs through the dark. Ealasaid keeps the lenses polished, ignoring the urban legends about what lives behind the silvering. But when her reflection begins whispering to her in the boiler room, she meets Tighearnan—a haunting fae shifter whose body reshapes itself according to the desires and fears of those who look upon him. Tighearnan was sent to smash the beacons and plunge the human colonies into ruin, but Ealasaid’s sharp mind and unyielding gaze pierce straight through his illusions. In a world of steam, light, and deadly reflections, trusting a monster might be her only way home.

Dearbhail wants nothing more than a quiet season tending her potted tea-bushes aboard the trans-continental railway. Armed with gentle plant biokinesis, she can coax the most stubborn bergamot into fragrant blossom, provided the train's thermostat behaves. But when the rail network assigns her Eachann—a towering, frost-antlered stag-shifter whose body temperature sits permanently below freezing—her cozy parlor car turns into a winter wonderland. Between dodging his magnificent antlers in the narrow galley and thawing the teapots his sneezes keep flash-freezing, Dearbhail finds herself warming up to the shy alpine shifter. As their train glides past snow-capped peaks, brewing the perfect cuppa might just lead to cultivating true love.

Kazimir Vlastev is the Central Steppe Authority’s most relentless enforcer, using psychic suppression fields to neutralize rogue mutants before they ignite unrest. Danika Sretkov is an outlaw plasma-witch whose bio-electric heat can melt tank armor. When an artillery strike derails their express train inside an alpine border tunnel, the sworn enemies find themselves trapped beneath thousands of tons of frozen granite. With temperatures plummeting and rival mercenaries hunting the wreckage, survival requires Danika’s fire and Kazimir’s mental dampening. But holding each other’s powers in check creates a combustible psychic feedback loop, stoking a dangerous, illicit intimacy that could destroy them both if the tunnel doesn't cave in first.

Running an all-night highway bakery at the junction of three international truck routes leaves Pacha-uay with flour in his hair and very little company. That changes the rainy night Quilla-illa walks into his diner. A disguised storm-witch and wandering cloud nymph, Quilla-illa travels the continent writing culinary reviews while searching for the sacred rain-bread that keeps the sky-spirits fed. When a massive drought threatens to dry up her cloud-weaving magic and trap her as a mortal, Pacha-uay offers his kitchen and his family’s ancestral recipes to brew a continental rainfall. Between flour fights, midnight proofing sessions, and tiny lavender rainclouds floating over the coffee counter whenever she blushes, Pacha-uay learns that cooking for a goddess is wonderful, but falling in love with her is heavenly.

The neon sign at the Martell Waystation has guided weary continental haulers for thirty years, offering hot showers, homemade peach pie, and bio-magnetic therapy for stiff shoulders. Leda Martell, an upbeat therapist, uses hands-on neurological alignment to dissolve deep exhaustion in freight shifters who drive mega-hauler rigs across three continental trade routes. Her favorite regular is Bram Oster, a massive sun-bear shifter whose cross-country hauls leave him hopelessly knotted and adorably sleepy. When a ruthless tech conglomerate moves to bulldoze their oasis for sterile robotic charging pods, Bram parks his twelve-wheeler across the driveway and refuses to budge. Between defending her roadside haven, working out the stubborn kinks in his broad shoulders, and sharing late-night diner coffee over the jukebox, their quiet friendship shifts into a warm, undeniable romance. Saving this stop means fighting for their future together.