"Take my hands, little one. Use them as your own. You have nothing to fear from them. They're yours." -Dirk As an omega refugee in a beta city, I'm used to being an outcast, but when a tragic accident lands me in the clutches of evil scientists, I experience true loneliness and pain. Only one thing keeps me going: the alpha on the other end of my mate bond. Except, he isn't a normal alpha. He's an Alpha Elite–a top secret Special Operations unit of super soldiers–and the largest male on the planet. I'm his omega lifemate, so he'll do anything to rescue me. But can he save me from his own urges? He's so big and I'm so small. And I'm no longer the woman I was before. I'm broken. Feral. Unbalanced. Unbalanced Omega (Alpha Elite Series Book 3) is a full-length,...

The Unbalanced Party tackle a pesky troll eating a local farmer's sheep.Broke, starving, and desperate as usual, Daveth, Mordwin, and Wulf take up an offer from a local sheep farmer to take care of a troll that has been thieving his sheep. More snappy comebacks, righteous indignation, and insult hurling abound in this third volume of the Unbalanced Party series of short stories

The Unbalanced Party are at it again. Contracted to catch a troublesome cockatrice, much to Mordwin's chagrin, the lads find a little more than they bargained for in this fantasy humor tale. Roll for initiative and dive into "Unbalanced Party: Fool Me Cockatrice!"1. The Centre of the Universe:In stilled silenced auditorium, silver shimmering, glass beaded crystal chandelier, jingling, jangling, glancing chiming winded spherical mirror wall, dimly lit; safety lighted exit and entry points, a crackling static, surroundinglit round mirror ball panelled, closed walled room, between dark strange energies, pulling and pushing this way and that.Each corner point the space inside indeterminable, exacting, around the outside, indeterminate, moving points; converging floor and ceiling walls colliding,within holographic cubed and cuboid beyond, encircling inner and outer, each to each other, musical dissonant, consonant accretion to the spheres of influence,each corner point the space inside indeterminable, exacting, around the outside, indeterminate, moving points; converging floor and ceiling walls colliding,within holographic cubed and cuboid beyond, encircling inner and outer, each to each other, consonant accretion to the spheres of influence,musical dissonant, disturbing the silence within, crackling, between and amongst resting and simmering linear lit points snapping, crackling across tearing split breaking points, decaying in direction of travel, and pitch, between formation, annihilation, and transformation. Howling sounds, emanating from who knows where; along a corridor, sounds resoundingone-way, only another, one-way out, another room seen, the outer edge reflected in; in the centre looking out,where flashes of light might leap through, louder and softer shimmering, glaring, blaring, pulling-in and thundering-along,

Jake Longly is never saying yes to his father againIt was a simple task. Five minutes tops.Ex-pro baseball player Jake Longly and his girlfriend, Nicole, are asked by Jake' s father, Ray, a private investigator, to pick up some papers from a realtor for his business. Jake would rather be lying on the beach outside of his Gulf Shores restaurant, but he begrudgingly agrees. It' ll only take a few minutes. But somehow, things are never simple in Ray' s world. When Jake and Nicole reach the office, they find it empty— except for the dead body of the realtor lying on the floor, a single gunshot wound to his head. Who could' ve wanted him dead? The long suspect list and the numerous possible motives make untying the knot difficult.Working with the police department, Jake, Nicole, Ray, and their friend Pancake dive into the deceivingly simple investigation, which grows more complex by the minute. With millions of dollars at stake, weeding through the...

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