Willow Winters

Power and riches mean nothing if you have nothing to live for. A lifetime of wealth beyond imagine and a throne to rule have kept the pain at bay. With a tragic beginning I was prepared for a tragic end: the death of our kind and the final reign of the dragons....

Sometimes you meet someone - maybe meet isn't the right word. You don't even have say hello for this to happen. You simply pass by them, and everything in your world changes forever....

Fate never prepared me for seeing my mate with the claiming mark of my enemy. She doesn’t know she’s my mate. She doesn’t feel the burning pull between us. The desperate need to love and be loved by me as I feel raging inside me. None of this should have happened this way....

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today best-selling author Willow Winters comes a highest bidder holiday short story....

His chiseled jaw and silver gaze haunts both my nightmares and my dreams, though I’ve only ever gotten a glimpse of either....

They thought I would do my job. They thought I would kill her. They thought wrong. I'm a dangerous man....

There was never a question of whether or not I would be his. It’s simply what fate demanded. There’s a knowing when the werewolves find their mates. It’s an aching need, a desperation…one they would die for....

I didn’t need anyone to tell me; I knew he was forbidden with a single glance. He was a boy I should’ve been afraid of, and definitely a boy I should’ve never wanted. No matter how much neither of those statements were true....

I ran from him, even though my heart knew better. Love was one thing, but survival another. I should have known he'd come for me. The temptation in his eyes, the heat of his touch...it's all still there, but his gaze is harsher now and his grasp unrelenting....

Declan Cross is powerful, brooding, and his dark eyes speak of damage that my soul begs to unravel. I’ve always been drawn to men who are rough around the edges, the bad guys so to speak, but he’s a kind of brutal that scares me....

You know the saying, the enemy of my enemy is my friend? Well, the enemy of my ex is my rebound.

I wish I’d known before it got to this point so I could have stopped it. I'd have chosen her above all else... if only I could go back. Even if it meant never getting to kiss her, to love her, to be consumed by the woman she is and the love she gave me....

Valetti crime family underboss Vincent Valetti is hot. Like...jaw dropping, lip biting, panty wetting kind of hot....

I trust no one. I thrive with control and I've learned to be ruthless and coldhearted. A love life? I'm not interested. But I still have desires....

I'm not a good man, but I've never claimed to be. I'm the muscle for the Valetti crime family, and I fit the part with my hard, ripped abs, broad shoulders and cocky attitude....

One look, and panties drop. One night, and they're ready to marry me. Too bad I'm not interested in anything more than a taste....

It was never love with Daniel, and I never thought it would be. It was only lust from a distance....

We were never meant to be together. He’s a bartender with noncommittal tendencies. I’m looking for…the opposite. Commitment. Period....

I didn’t get to where I am by being nice. I’m the boss, the CEO, the owner of whatever I want. Right now, that includes every person in this building of the company I just bought. I stop at nothing once I’ve decided I’m taking something....

I'm used to getting what I want. But I've never wanted anyone like her. I'm the CEO. I dominate the boardroom with my presence. What I want, I get....