N. E. Henderson

High school graduation is supposed to be the ending of one chapter and the beginning of another. Mine ended in tragedy, and although my life didn’t end, and the world didn’t stop turning around me, my heart still broke....

I discovered my mate when I was eight—my best friend’s little sister. She was just a wolf pup and hadn’t even shifted back into her human form when I vowed to protect her and never love another the way I knew I was destined to fall in love with Anna.

I used her rebellion against her. She wanted out from under a ruthless father. The ink on her snow-pale skin, the way she stared me down—I took it all and turned it into leverage. I promised hate. I promised blood. Instead, I gave her a ring. Sasha Nikolayev was never meant to be mine. Wrong...

He never looked at me in high school. Not once. I was the secret—hidden after my mother's murder, the only daughter of New York's most feared mafia boss. I was told to be quiet and obedient. I'm neither. Matteo De Salvo was the only boy who ever rattled me. The boxer with a future. The one who...

We were high school sweethearts. One day, she disappeared after class and didn’t come back. She left me high and dry. I was angry. I took it out on her by sleeping with her best friend. Then she showed back up with a story I didn’t believe. I was done. I married her best friend after she got...

I believed I was one of the good ones. Incorruptible. I certainly wasn’t a member of the Dirty Blue like others I knew....

The definition of love doesn’t come close to explaining the way I feel about her. She’s the one. The twin to my soul. I didn’t know what it meant to breathe or live until I saw her....

I caught my fiancé cheating on me with my best friend in our apartment. I was done. There wasn’t a point in sticking around to hear their excuses. I ended up alone in a hotel bar, drinking the last five years of a relationship away....

They're locked between love and hate.... I’ve spent years pushing her away. She thinks I hate her, but really, I know she deserves better than a college dropout turned tattoo artist. She’s the good girl, the complete opposite of my bad boy nature. But something about her kind eyes and...

I didn’t get to say goodbye to my mother. When I watched her coffin lower into the ground, I swore I’d never love another that deeply again. I didn’t have to. I found solace in the opposite....