LOGINEmily’s life was on track: a dream wedding just months away, a fiancé she thought she knew inside out. Until the day she walked into Ryan’s office and found him with his jeans around his ankles and his assistant bent over the desk. The betrayal shattered her. She threw the ring. Her heart broke. Her future was derailed. Enter Sophia, Emily’s fiercely loyal best friend, armed with tequila and a no-nonsense plan to drown out Ryan’s audacity in a gritty biker bar. That’s where Emily meets Lucas, older, confident, and exactly the distraction she needs. What starts as a one-night stand turns into something deeper than Emily ever anticipated. Lucas is everything Ryan wasn’t... thoughtful, passionate, and oh, the amazing, kinky sex doesn’t hurt either. But Lucas comes with a past of his own. A lost son he hasn’t seen in years. A son whose identity shatters Emily’s new world all over again, because Lucas’ son turns out to be Ryan. The man who broke her heart. Now Emily faces the ultimate test: Can she love the man who healed her, knowing his blood ties her back to the one who hurt her? Or will this twisted fate tear her second chance at happiness apart? For Emily, the million-pound question is whether love can truly overcome the past.
View MoreThe evening light filtered through Freya's apartment windows, casting long shadows across the hardwood floors where scattered throw pillows awaited the incoming crowd. She'd arranged the furniture to create cozy clusters, perfect for the group who would soon fill her space with laughter and the kind of easy affection that came from shared history and mutual trust.Dan arrived first, slipping in through the door she'd left cracked open. His eyes found hers immediately, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth as he crossed the room in three long strides. "Need help with anything, Doc?""Just your muscles, Sergeant," Freya replied, nodding toward the bags of ice on her counter. "Those mocktails won't chill themselves."They worked in comfortable silence, shoulders brushing as they prepared an array of fruit-laden d
The afterglow wrapped around them like a silk sheet, their breathing finally settling into a synchronized rhythm. Freya traced lazy patterns on Dan's chest, her fingertips dancing over the light sheen of sweat that still clung to his skin. The red babydoll she wore had twisted during their earlier activities, leaving more revealed than concealed."How about a bath?" she suggested, propping herself up on one elbow to look at him. Her auburn hair was delightfully mussed, falling across one eye in a way that made Dan's heart skip."Sounds like a solid prescription, Doctor," he replied with a smirk, earning him a playful swat on the chest.Freya rolled out of bed with the fluid grace of a cat stretching after a long nap. She reached down and grabbed the hem of the babydoll, pulling it over her head in one smooth motion.
Dan Foster stood outside Freya's door, roses in one hand, takeout in the other, wearing a grin that could only be described as wolfish. Six weeks of healing had felt like six years, and now that his ribs no longer screamed in protest at every movement, he had plans. Very specific plans that involved making up for lost time with the woman who, when she wasn’t with him in person, had been driving him crazy with teasing texts and provocative photos for the past month and a half.The bouquet was massive – two dozen red roses arranged with sprays of baby's breath, wrapped in brown paper and tied with twine. It had cost him a small fortune, but the look on Freya's face when she opened the door made it worth every penny. She wore a silk robe that clung to her curves, her auburn pixie cut slightly tousled as if she'd been running her fingers through it."We
The Rusty Anchor glowed like a beacon against the darkening sky, its windows warm with golden light that spilled onto the cobblestones. Freya's hand rested lightly on Dan's elbow as they made their way up the path, her touch both steadying and electric. He moved slower than he would have liked, each step measured, but there was something satisfying about walking under his own power after days of being confined to her couch."You're doing great," Freya said, her auburn pixie cut catching the lantern light as she glanced up at him. "Though I have to say, watching you move like an arthritic grandpa is doing wonders for my ego as a medical professional."Dan's laugh came out as a slight wheeze. "Glad my broken ribs are good for something."The maître d' led them to a corner table with a view of the moonlit o
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