Who says omegas can’t solve murders? I may be an omega and the daughter of a serial killer, but that doesn’t mean I can’t work as a private detective solving murders for high profile clients - clients like the ultra elite legacy alpha, Liam Valor. I’ve been labeled defective all my life, but this new case is going to make my career. I just didn’t expect Liam, or his scary hot assistant, to affect me like this when no one else ever has. How am I supposed to solve his brother’s murder when his pheromones have me falling all over myself to please an alpha for the first time in my life? And what am I supposed to do when they respond, forcing me to accept their care despite my protests? Find the killer and solve the case so I can get out of their lives before their alpha BS dominates me right into heat, that's what. Because no matter how hot they are, they both have their own secrets, and I could never be their precious omega.

Lou is a private detective working for an unknown agency when she gets the call. One of the most well-known, wealthy alpha families in corporate America wants to hire her and her partner to find out who really killed the eldest son and heir. To her surprise, it's the alpha the entire world has decided killed his older brother. As a recessive, weak omega she doesn't expect him or his aide to recognize what she is, let alone right away. For the first time in her life, Lou is affected by an alpha's pheromones, and now she has to figure out what the fudge to do about it and solve the murder of the century.

Who killed Gideon Valor? My entire future is dependent on the answer. If I don't find the connection, I might lose these two psycho alphas and I can't let that happen. They've ruined me for anyone else and I have to do whatever I can to get the proof I need. Whoever you think killed him...you're wrong. And so was I. But I should have guessed. I should have seen the signs. After all, I'm the daughter of a serial killer.

Who says alphas can’t follow orders? I wasn't an alpha, but I wasn't an omega either. I was a delta - a genetic freak who switched designations more than any other delta thanks to my insufferable indecision. I became an alpha for my sister, but now she doesn't need me anymore and I'm spiraling. I have no idea who or what I'm supposed to be. All I know is that I'm good at solving murders. I'm a top-notch behavior analyst and the best in my field, but I don't have a partner anymore and they want me to train this rookie to replace her - a quiet, unobtrusive legacy alpha with only a single red eye. Soren Hart is one of the strongest alphas I've ever come across, and yet, he has no issue following my orders. My shitty attitude doesn't bother him and neither does my cold shoulder. I've never met an alpha like him before and it's seriously messing with my head. The last thing I can afford to do is fall all over myself for another alpha. Again. My designation is too fragile - too unpredictable. If I let myself actually like my rookie, there's a good chance my act will come crumbling down and all my hard work gone, just like that. I just had to get him through his training and solve this case before he tears apart my carefully curated world, because no matter how much I might want to rely on his reassuring presence, I have a legacy to uphold and a pack to lead. There was no room in my world for another alpha. Or so I thought

The second part of Frankie's story. Author publishing date will be moved up.

The third and final part of Frankie's story. Author's Release date will be moved up.

10 Ways to Turn Your Enemy into Your Fiancé: 1\. Spy on him and accidentally find him chained up and naked. 2\. Get your back blown out by mistake during his rut. 3\. Realize you seriously effed up when you wake up in his bed. 4\. Run away so he doesn't interrogate and kill you. 5\. Trip and fall down the stairs, cracking your head open like an idiot. 6\. Pretend like you have amnesia so he doesn't kill you. 7\. When he tells you he's your fiancé, try not to look shocked. 8\. When he says you should sleep in the same bed, act like it's totally normal. 9\. Act like it's not suspicious at all that he bought you all new clothes. 10\. Ask where your engagement ring is and watch him panic. Spying on him was my assignment, but I didn't expect to get caught like this. Now I have to play along and pretend I'm his fiancé when we both know I'm not. Just how far is he willing to take this, and how far can I go without falling for him?