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You know that moment when you realize you have broken your promise to your readers?
Maybe you are a reader, looking in from the other side, and no, you don’t know that moment. But you do feel like I promised something…and rushed the ending, left threads dangling. And you aren’t sure it’s worth reading another one of my stories.

I hope readers will give me another chance.

The only things I can say for myself is that I was unprepared for the difference between writing for myself and writing for an audience. I was unprepared for anyone to actually read my stories. I was unprepared to write a series. And I was terribly unprepared for the business of being an author.

But I haven’t given up yet.

I hope you don’t give up on me.

I’m still looking for my dream editor who will help me overcome some of my writing issues. I still want to write beautiful love stories set in terrible worlds and I still want to share them with readers.

Merrick came into the world in 2020 and it took me all this time to get to his story.

Do you think he can be redeemed? Do you want him to be?

I'm doing a kickstarter launch instead of amazon first (to pay for some spendy line edits.) There will be no amazon pre-orders but readers can get this book before it hit's amazon's digital shelves during a 20 day kickstarter event.

Here's a link with a video and where you can sign up for more info: https://hype.co/@isoellen

“Zinn.” He growled her name.

A weak little ripple went through her knees and all through her body. The sound was a switch, causing a reaction she wasn’t ready for.

He was on the edge of using his ability to force her.


― Redeeming Her Alpha

Redeeming Her Alpha
Book 4 of the 12 Sectors.
Merrick's Book - Zinn's Alpha
For those who wanted clear consent.
CHECK.
He told her he was worthless.
He told her he would do whatever he wanted to her.
She agreed.
A bargain made with a very bad man can sometimes lead to a very-very happily ever after.

Merrick's Book

(from the rough draft notes)

The pig was hell to haul back after the hunt. He’d never expected to find one, not after seeing all the signs of wild dogs. Other than being insane and dangerous, the presence of a pack bothered Mer. He’d seen patterns with the dog's behavior. Their presence meant more than a lack of meat for dinner.
This camp wasn’t the best place. They’d picked a shelter in the middle of a storm and had to stay because Treasure was too sick to move. This boar would go a long way to stabilizing the food situation and getting them out of this forsaken area.
It had been his idea to leave the tree line and come onto the plains in search of civilized people they could trade with. The storm that soaked them all to the bone was just more fucking bad luck of the Un, coming at them when they were the least prepared for it. A week ago, before the mud slide, they had what they needed to do okay in anything the elements threw at them. But out here in the wilds, a week felt like a year of living. The loss of that gear was a lifetime ago.
At twice his size—he couldn’t pass up the fresh meat. Cutting it up to transport, some of it got wasted. And having gone without food for days before, he hated that necessity on principal. But carrying back what he could was a lick of good that they all needed. He could smell it roasting in his head, making his mouth water and stomach rumble.
Coming back after dark, later than expected, Mer kept his eyes open for Bezeck. The nights here were full of weird noises, making them all touchy. Guarding his mate and child, Bezeck would shoot first and ask questions later.
His mare clip-clopped over the terrain, picking up speed as she recognized the area. The smart old thing wanted to be done with the day as much as he did. Fighting him that first mile after getting the meat on her back wore down her will for anything but finishing this day's beast of burden business. The mare knew her job well enough to understand there was food waiting for her.
This place had been a village or something like, once. They found a place inside some walls with and a pit opening leading to a former concrete basement. Two exits and roof gave the illusion of safety they didn’t have to build themselves.
The mare stopped moving and snorted.
Had she heard something?
The wind whistled between the barriers of old walls and creaking wood. Nothing but wind.
“Come on, you.” He nudged the mare's sides with his boots. She went backwards instead of forwards.
He didn’t know if it was her nature or if someone else out here in the Un-lands raised and trained the mare, but she’d not bucked too much or resisted too hard when he and Bezeck captured her months back. She fit right in with the other two animals they already had. The rusty, spotted horse acted like an old lady who’d seen everything in life. The storm full of lightning, booming thunder and icy rain had not spooked her a bit.
The only thing she ever balked at was blood scent.
The way the wind was blowing, the smell of cut-up boar on her backside shouldn’t bother her anymore. She’d already carried it for a couple of hours, anyway.
Mer dismounted, tied her to the nearest place he could find, and went forward on foot. The animal’s senses were better than his, but he was breed—he had some freaky beasts tied up in his cells that gave him beyond regular human abilities. He’d broken his nose several times in the pits of Sector 2. Although he healed crooked, messing up his profile, his nose was still in the general vacuity of the middle of his face. It worked fine.
Blood. He smelled it too. Found the first body within a direct site line of camp. He just bet that the next two lumps closer to camp were more bodies.
Bezack had gotten good with his sling. Arrows took too long to make, but rocks were everywhere. A rock in the brain slowed another breed alpha down as fast as anything.
The night. The wind. Bodies and silence.
Mer never had anything to lose before. Until now.
Had he gone out to find help with food for his family and come back to nothing?

Merrick – the younger brother of Constantine Kane is out in the wild Un and trying to survive. He did okay for a little, and then some feral alphas attacked and now things are not so good. He's grown up a lot.

Hopefully, readers will give him the chance to be forgiven. Maybe he will be proven worthy of redemption.

I’ve posted a free short chapter update on my ko-fi page. https://ko-fi.com/isoellen

Ko-fi is like paetron. It’s a platform that helps creators – do the creating.I'm hoping it will help me gather a community of like-minded friends who want to see these stories find their way to publication. I’m both nervous and excited as I try to connect with my audience in this new way. It reminds me a lot of that first time I started posting on Wattpad.

I’m just putting stuff out there again because the stories won’t go away. Maybe someone will hang out a bit and read one or two of them.

Coming In April! NEW book! A New World. (...if you follow me on wattpad this story is in the world of Katie and the Reaper and features the characters Sophie and Micah from another story...)

"Micah’s tone changed to a sensual purr, “Sweet Starlight, that’s right, listen to me. That’s your last chance now, not gonna tell you over and over. You see what happens when you don’t follow directions? You made yourself sick. Saw shit you shouldn’t. That can get you killed here. No one cares what a commodity you are if you get in their way. You get me? You are going to do what I say, aren’t you, baby?”

Panic receding, she looked at him, biting her lip. His finger touched the corner of her mouth and pulled her lip free-touching her like he could do whatever he wanted, and she would accept it.
His entire hand engulfed her jaw, a finger brushed over her wet cheeks.

Standing too close and in her space, he said, “Too good for this place, aren’t you? Too young and innocent for a dirty old monster like me.”

⭐⭐⭐ Claiming Starlight is a short story from a broken Post-Apocalyptic world.⭐⭐⭐

*icy cold alien vampir wearing Versace
*sifters
*a teasing naiad
*a troll taxi driver
*expert gnome remodelers
*Hot smexy hero who takes what he wants
*No OW drama
* A little dub-con
*A XXX chapter that could be banned on Amazon