Claimed By the Alpha

I always knew I wanted to be a writer. I wrote my first story after watching The Exorcist at my 8th birthday party. It wasn’t very good. It was about a disabled girl who was possessed by a demon that lived in the woods. 

But I was always telling stories. When I was in middle school, my best friend and I still played with My Little Ponies. We made up stories for them and a lot of the time, they were gritty and kind of awful. The one that sticks out most in my memory is Porn Star Pony. She went to Hollywood to be an actress, but she couldn’t get a job. Waitressing was too much work for too little pay and she fell in with a bad crowd… 

I guess you could say I’ve always done bad things to my characters, too.

Like my newest coming soon from Nocturne Cravings called Claimed By the Alpha. The recipe calls for zombies, werewolves, a mad scientist, a hijacked luxury train, hot sex, and a woman who finds out the man she falls for isn’t a man at all, but a beast. Just like the one that killed her mother. But the only way to stop the spread of the infection is to face her biggest fear. 

I’ve had such a blast writing this one. Want a peek?


“And you? You’re not a dangerous male?” The air around them changed as soon as she spoke—heavy.

He laughed—the sound rich and decadent. Its resonance sent shivers through her body and centered deep in her core where lust sparked and burned.

“Oh, malenkaya. I am.” His cold gaze was suddenly hot, raking over every inch of her as if she belonged to him. “The most dangerous in Aynkava.”

 She’d heard those lines before, males puffed up like blowfish on their own reputations. As if she were some mortal woman afraid of the crawling things in the dark and not a cop who’d been into the abyss and clawed her way out for her Guild badge. Yet, with Luka Stanislav, she believed every word from his granite carved mouth.

 Marijka knew part of it was the adrenaline, the rush of being alive when surrounded by death and the fear coursing through her veins as the coming pack signaled their descent onto the small village. Her analytical mind told her this was nothing but a chemical reaction, one she could overlook and put from her mind as soon as she parted company with the handsome Luka Stanislav.

But she didn’t want to put it from her head. What Marijka did want was a few hours of mindless pleasure, of touch. Some connection with another living being even if it was no deeper than a one-time fuck in the upstairs of a quaint country inn with honeyed vodka on her breath.

“If you’re so dangerous, wouldn’t I be better off on my own?” She cast a quick glance over her shoulder and knew there was something there—watching, waiting. Something hungry. Part of her wanted to run, but part of her wanted to stay too because leaving with him was a retreat.

“Perhaps. That is your choice to make.” He shrugged again as if it mattered little to him either way, but Marijka had watched his eyes flash from frigid indifference to languid heat. “Although I suggest whatever you choose, you do it quickly.”

“The inn,” she blurted before she could stop herself.

He held out her hand to her, his tanned fingers large and broad. “Then take my hand to mark your choice.”

To show those who were watching she was with him. Under his protection. Dear God, who was he that a pack of werewolves feared to attack him?

Marijka thrust her hand into his and he led her casually down the cobbled street as if the beasts slavering for their blood in the dark behind them meant nothing.




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3 thoughts on “Claimed By the Alpha

  1. I bet you had fun writing this! It sounds good!


  2. Thanks! I’m still working on it. I’ve got two more novellas in the series to write.


  3. I literally laughed out loud when I read about your Little Ponies story! Loved the excerpt. I’ll be on the lookout for the release of ‘Claimed by the Alpha’
    Thanks for sharing. 🙂


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