Book 2 - An Alpha sugar daddy who’s a wolf shifter. An omega sugar baby who’s human. What can go wrong? Haven’s in debt, and he’s running out of options. After watching his best friend get a sugar daddy at The Silver Moon Exchange Club, Haven’s ready to try for his own. With a little luck, Haven finds a gorgeous Alpha wolf shifter, one who wants to make a deal. If Haven will pretend to be his mate in front of his wolf pack, his sugar daddy will pay off all Haven’s debts. Haven only intends for their relationship to last for six months. But he ends up with a surprise that will ...

Book 1 - An Alpha sugar daddy who’s a vampire. An omega sugar baby who’s human. What can go wrong? Hollis is desperate. He and all five of his omega roommates are on the verge of being evicted. For a young omega, living on the streets is a death sentence. But Hollis’s friend comes up with an idea – visiting The Silver Moon Exchange. The Exchange is a matchmaking club for supernatural sugar daddies looking for a sugar baby. If Hollis is matched up with a sugar daddy, he'll have enough to pay their rent. Hollis only intends for their relationship to last for six months. But he ends up...

Omega Alex Linx is hitchhiking on a dangerous desert highway, running from crappy ex-boyfriends, broken hearts, and a dead-end life. He’s a young wolf with plenty of spunk but not much experience, and when he crosses paths with a scary biker gang, it seems like his journey of self-discovery is going to be a short one. Until he shows up in his massive semi-truck. The hunky hero is Daniel Winterforth, a long-haul trucker and alpha wolf who normally would never stop his ride for anything, especially not to pick up a stray off the side of the road, but there’s just something about Alex that...

It started as a normal birthday celebration. Was there wine? Of course. Did I let loose with my best friends? Absolutely. Did I have one glass too many and follow a tattooed bad boy into a bar? Cue mortification. I don't do reckless, or wild nights of hot sex. Correction: I didn't used to. I also didn't plan to drunk-email my boss and quit my soul-sucking job, leaving me in a financial mess. But I'm churning those lemons into lemonade! I'm chasing my dream job at San Francisco's hottest restaurant. Guess who shows up as my competition? None other than my tattooed bad decision.

Moms are good at one thing: the guilt trip. It’s the only reason I’m at the funeral of a man I’ve never had anything to do with. I’ll show up, make her happy, and get out. At least that’s what I think until I learn daddy dearest has left me a crap load of money and the obligation to learn about the family business. All from his eldest son who looks nothing like the rest of us.