If you want to find Ivy Lou, look for a place that smells like old books—musty and comforting and unlike anything else in the world—where every surface is littered with scratch paper, forgotten pens, and half-drained mugs. In her disaster of an office, Ivy writes the stories stuck in her heart featuring the characters banging around in her brain. If she’s lucky, there’ll be a HEA at the end of the journey. If she’s unlucky… well, she’ll just have to write a few more chapters. Ivy believes destiny not only exists, but it always defies the odds.
When not weaving sentences, Ivy can be found curled into a cozy chair with a book propped against her lap. Outside reading, her favorite things are thunderstorms, steaming cups of hot cocoa, and practicing ‘those scenes’ with her seriously hot life partner.
Ivy Lou is the mind behind The Eros Institute, a fresh Omegaverse world full of doomed Omegas and the nearly feral Alphas who desperately need a scent-match to avoid damnation.
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If you want to find Ivy Lou, look for a place that smells like old books—musty and comforting and unlike anything else in the world—where every surface is littered with scratch paper, forgotten pens, and half-drained mugs. In her disaster of an office, Ivy writes the stories stuck in her heart featuring the characters banging around in her brain. If she’s lucky, there’ll be a HEA at the end of the journey. If she’s unlucky… well, she’ll just...
Medically frail, Lucy has lived in a bubble her entire life.
That’s not hyperbole. Lucy exists under lock and key to protect her vulnerable immune system. She’s been a permanent resident of Amhurst South—an Omega medical facility for the chronically infirm—since the age of ten. Before puberty, she was bounced around different hospitals, all...
Her nature is wild. These rough riders aim to tame.
Nelly Shaw was Tacoma’s ballet rising star until a grand jeté left her with a career-halting injury.
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She’s survived two winters on the street, kept her cat fed, and forgotten how it felt to be touched like she mattered. Once, she was the perfect Omega—groomed, adored, destined for a life of luxury.
Then came the plane crash. The screaming headlines. The concert she never should have attended.
