Novels by Amber Rose

MONICA.“At least let us come with you to the station.”Both Jackie and Trent have been volunteering to come with me to the police station, but today, I decided to go alone.But I find myself starting to regret that decision as I sit in line, enduring the interested glances from the male officers. I’m just wearing baggy jeans and a loose shirt, with no makeup on. I don’t know why they’re looking.Do they recognize me? Did any of these men become my clients at some point?I wish there’s a woman working here, but sadly, they’re all male. Even the officer I’m staying in line for, who’s supposed to be working on female-centric cases.“Next.”I’m so lost in my thoughts that I don’t even realize I’m next. I move over to the officer, who gestures me to sit.“Good morning,” I greet him, subtly reading the name tag on his front pocket.Officer J. Brady. He’s an older man, probably around his forties, with silver hair already popping in his beard.He hands me some papers. “I’m Jonathan Brady. Y

ROMAN.I’m pinned in my spot, unable to move. I don’t think I can even breathe. The onslaught of memories rushing back to me is a lot, perhaps a little bit too much, because for a second I have to pause and gather my self.How and why. These are the words that repeat in my head. More so on the why, because for the life of me, I have no clue why the ever-elusive Cassandra Cain is here bowing to me from the dais.“I’m not going anywhere,” were her last words to me, when she held me in her arms as I cried for the first time in my life since I was a child, back when my father made his decision to go north.It was a lie, of course. Janus and my father has set us up from the very beginning, letting us meet when I was eight and she was five. We were inseparable. Every day, after our lessons, we would meet under the willow tree behind the palace. We would play all day. Eventually, the play became talk. And when we were getting older, past puberty, the talk became touches.My father told me th

ROMAN.One look at Hyden is all it takes for my heart to nearly explode in anger. If it wasn’t for the women flocking around me, I would have bashed his head against the nearest rock and bathed in his blood.“I believe choosing a bride for the Alpha King should take more than one day,” August thankfully points out. “Wouldn’t it be rash to speed this process along, knowing that the woman he chooses will be the next Luna Queen?”Janus pauses in thought, which makes Hyden uneasy. This stunt is clearly his way to exert dominance over me and flush out the Human I’m with. He might have perfected manipulation and chaos, but he clearly didn’t think that other Alphas would find August’s suggestion rational. His face is beet-red right now, as he struggles to think of something to say.“It’s just a meeting, maybe just to see his preference,” Hyden recovers. “After all, our Alpha King has rejected many ladies in the past. We need to know what kind of woman he’s looking for.”“Yes, that’s right,” J

ROMAN.The stuff in the trunk is leaking blood. I can smell it from here. I can’t say it’s necessarily a bad smell, because I did a lot to get here.The car stops purring as I park in front of the portal, a structure made of intertwined branches, vines, and magic. It’s not even visible to anyone who’s not a Werewolf, but it doesn’t really matter around this area, because no one is around.That means I can clean up the mess from my good deed in peace.My fingers are dancing on the steering wheel as I turn off the headlights. The wind billows around me when I get out, opening the truck to get the cleaning materials I got before I started my mission tonight.With gloves pulled tight over my arm, I start to work, dousing the whole trunk with a cleaning solution and sweeping it up with rugs. I light a fire on the ground, tossing my blood-stained clothes and the rags, watching it all vanish into black dust.“To the doctor,” I mutter, smirking as everything burns.All the evidence. All the t

MONICA.“I’m so sorry. You shouldn’t have seen any of that.”Roman’s apologies fill the air. I can tell he feels genuinely bad. We’ve been sitting in his car for a while now, still at the venue, because none of us are allowed to leave until the horde of police officers are done with whatever they’re doing.The red and blue lights are flashing on his anguished face. “I don’t know what the hell happened. All I know is that I should have stopped you from seeing it. I know he’s your therapist and you had a good relationship—”“I wouldn’t call it that,” I interject. The first time I spoke since I saw the body. The image would be burned in my mind forever. Roman is looking at me in puzzlement and I add, “We had a good professional relationship until recently. He tried to… mix business with pleasure. If that makes sense.”“Fuck.” His face goes slack. “I’m so fucking sorry, Monica.”“It’s fine.” The laugh that leaves my lips is silent and unhinged. “Obviously it’s not, but… he’s dead now.”“W

MONICA.“Dr. Martin.”My voice is full of fear, as thin as the gossamer curtains billowing in the wind from the open windows. I’m almost sure that if Dr. Martin comes any closer, he would be able to smell it in the air like a cheap perfume.He knew he would find me here… what does that even mean? Does he know about Roman inviting me?As though reading my mind, Dr. Martin answers that question. “I saw you coming in with that sponsor guy and I thought that maybe he hired you to be his date. Are you on the clock right now?”I open my mouth to tell him that that isn’t the case, but a wave of nausea attacks me and I have to clamp my lips together to stop myself from throwing up. Dr. Martin takes advantage of that and walks closer to me, cornering me against the door.I make the mistake of pushing myself inside, finding out that it’s not a bathroom but some sort of a study. He follows me not long after. The lock clicks as he closes the door behind him, and he doesn’t take his eyes off me ev