Novels by Lynn Balzano

“Come here, kid. Not shy about a bit of fun, am I?” Tyler grinned, mischief flashing in his eyes. “This’ll be a laugh,” Dean chimed in, rolling up his sleeves. “Count me in too!” Keanna blew the whistle with a dramatic flourish, kicking off the Pepero game. Cheers erupted as I awkwardly nibbled the end of my biscuit stick, facing Tyler under the crowd’s eager gaze. Before I could react, Tyler tugged me closer—his focus sharp, as if the room had emptied around us. In one swift move, he devoured his end of the Pepero and pressed a quick, cheeky kiss to my lips. “Blimey! Three seconds in and we’ve got our winners!” Keanna shrieked, bouncing over while I flushed crimson, half tempted to bolt. “Best-matched pair of the night!” she announced, riling up the guests into whoops and claps. Tyler slung an arm around my shoulders, planting another smug peck on my cheek. “True love’s touch, mate. So—what’s our prize?” Dean snorted, rummaging in a black box. “Bet you’re itching for that roman

The following morning, under a cloudless sky that felt almost mocking after the previous day’s ordeal, Tyler ambushed me with a question. “Fancy a trip to the amusement park?”I arched a brow. “Why an amusement park?”“Thought we could use a bit of fun, my dear.” His grin was all mischief, sunlight catching the playful glint in his eyes.“There are better ways to entertain ourselves than queuing for rollercoasters,” I said, stifling a laugh.He bit his lower lip, leaning closer. “Oh? Do enlighten me.”“Don’t.” I rolled my eyes and turned away, though my cheeks betrayed a flicker of warmth.“Come off it—I know what you’re plotting,” he teased, clapping his hands theatrically and waggling his brows.“Psychic now, are we? Could’ve sworn you couldn’t read a room, let alone my mind,” I muttered.“I know what makes you blush.” Tyler grinned, slinging an arm around my shoulders. “If you’re not keen on the amusement park, where do you want to go? We’re not spending this holiday aslee

I drove my elbow hard into his chest, forcing a pained grunt from him. “What sort of lunatic screeches like a goat?”“Darling, no need to be so vicious,” Tyler said, pursing his lips with mock innocence. “I’m sure you’re all sweetness and light for Jeremy.”“This isn’t a joke, Tyler.” My voice hardened. “Kiara Logan saved my life, and I’ve heard nothing about her since. What if Jeremy’s made her suffer for it?”Tyler reached for my hand, his touch deliberate as he lifted it to his lips. The gesture felt like a rebuke, and I shifted uncomfortably, my earlier mockery now hanging heavy between us. His gaze held mine, steady and unreadable. Guilt prickled under my skin.“I am trying to find a way to help her,” he said quietly. “But these things… they take time. There are no easy answers.”“You’d do that for me?” I asked, the words brittle with hope.“I’d pluck the moon from the seventh sky itself if you asked,” Tyler said, his grin sharp and unrepentant. “Promise me you’ll save Kiara Log

“Of course, Mum. What is it you’d like to discuss?” I replied, absently loosening the trainers I’d yet to take off.“Your… situation with Tyler Watson, love.” Her voice dropped to a whisper, then faltered, whether from discomfort or hesitation. She seemed to regret broaching the subject altogether. “Do you truly feel for him, the way you did with Jeremy?”I drew a slow breath before answering. “I’m sure Nick’s already told you things. It’s just… this is all rather sudden. I’m not sure I’m ready.”“What’s troubling you, Lilith?” Her tone softened, threaded with urgency. “The Moon Goddess granted you a second chance. Don’t squander it. Tyler is meant to be your Alpha—I’m certain of it.”“I know, Mum,” I murmured, “but this all feels… rushed. What if Tyler and I do mate someday, and he regrets it? Regrets me? I can’t give him children. And he’s a Lycan—he’ll need an heir.” The words spilled out in a brittle whisper, sharp with the fear I’d buried for months.“Sweetheart, you can’t keep b

“You’re the one acting like a depraved tosser!” Tyler snapped. “I’ll see you in court for harassment, I swear—”Heavy, deliberate footsteps cut through the chaos. Mr. Benedict emerged, his face flushed crimson, jaw clenched. For a heartbeat, I braced for an eruption—but instead, he strode straight to the man and landed a stinging slap across his cheek.“You vile bastard—get out of my shop!” Mr Benedict roared, his voice slicing through the tension. “I won’t tolerate filth like you harassing my staff. Try this again—with any girl here—and I’ll have the police chief himself on your doorstep. That’s no empty threat. My brother is the chief, and he’ll have you in cuffs before you can blink.” The man flinched, exchanged a panicked glance with his cronies, then scrambled out of the café without so much as a muttered apology. As silence settled, Mr Benedict turned to me, his stern expression softening briefly.“I’ll be hiring proper security tomorrow. This won’t happen again.” His gaze shif

Two days had passed since Mum’s cryptic warning about the “unique ability” I was supposedly born with. Yet here I stood, clueless. Shouldn’t I feel it, if such a power thrummed in my veins? For forty-eight hours, I’d scrutinised every stranger, braced for some looming menace—or a revelation. Neither came.Our new home, nestled in an affluent estate, should have been a sanctuary. Tyler had invited me to live there, discreetly covering the cost himself. “You’ll be protected here,” he’d insisted, though he’d offered no explanation for that ominous word. Protection from what? The house, with its vaulted ceilings and sunlit parlours, felt less like a haven and more like a gilded cage.That morning, Tyler and I arrived at work early, pausing first at a bustling local café. He’d splurged on crispy bacon rolls despite his meagre salary—a reckless generosity that nagged at me. Tyler’s finances were a riddle, he burned through cash like a man with a trust fund, yet his job at the coffee shop ba