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He shouldn’t have imagined her lying naked on his bed. She shouldn’t have imagined his devilishly handsome face between her legs. But it was too late. Kiara began noticing Ethan's washboard abs when he hopped out of the pool, dripping wet after swim practice. Ethan began gazing at Kiara’s golden skin in a bikini as a grown woman instead of the girl next door he grew up with. That kiss should have never happened. It was just one moment in a lifetime of moments, but they both felt its power. They knew the thrumming in their veins and desperation in their bodies might give them all they ever wanted or ruin everything if they followed it. Kiara and Ethan knew they should have never kissed. But it's too late to take that choice back, so they have a new one to make. Fall for each other and risk their friendship or try to forget one little kiss that might change everything. PREVIEW: “If you don’t want to kiss me then... let’s swim.” “Yeah, sure.” “Naked.” “What?” “I always wanted to try skinny dipping. And I really want to get out of these clothes.” “What if someone catches you... me, both?” “We will be in the pool, Ethan. And no one can see us from the living room.” I smirked when I said, “Unless you want to watch me while I swim, you can stay here.” His eyes darkened, and he looked away, probably thinking the same when I noticed red blush creeping up his neck and making his ears and cheeks flush. Cute. “Come on, Ethan. Don’t be a chicken...” “Fine.” His voice was rough when he said, “Remove that sweater first.”

I was forced to watch my husband fuck my sister as I slowly died on the floor. So revenge, pain and destruction is all I want now. Tamara was brutally murdered by her beloved husband and sister who she loved and trusted most in the world. But by an unexpected twist of fate, the moon goddess suddenly sends Tamara two years back into the past to undo her mistakes. In her past life, she had made the mistake of being too kind and too naive, trusting those she shouldn't have. But in this life, she swears to get revenge on all those evil people who betrayed her. But what if her first step in her revenge plan forces her to marry the same man who killed her parents? And what if she discovers that the person destined to destroy her is also her destined fated mate? Will she be able to fulfill her revenge plan? Or will her enemies destroy her for a second time? Book 2: Kayla was betrayed, abused, and humiliated by the man she loved most when he got her own maid pregnant! To make matters worse, he sold her off to another strange man! Now all Kayla wants is REVENGE and POWER. And she will get it by any means necessary. BOOK 3: Ivonne was tortured and humiliated when her husband brought his mistress to live with them, but Ivonne endured all this because she needed him to pay her mother's hospital bills. But after her mother is brutally murdered and Ivonne is cruelly thrown out to the streets, she forces herself to transform into the vixen of vengeance that would crush her enemies and take back all that belongs to her! You don't want to miss these books!

It all started with the wrong table. Bella Shane, 28, a tough, no-nonsense urologist, showed up to her 18th blind date-thanks to her mother's relentless pressure. But a seating mix-up landed her face-to-face with Todd, Alpha of the Thunder Pack and ruler of the hidden Northlane werewolf clans. He was cold and commanding and claimed the entire mountain range as his territory. And now? He said she was his destined mate. What began as a dating disaster spiraled into a clash of worlds. Bella, human to the bone, was thrown into a brutal supernatural power struggle. Thor fought fate; Bella fought back-with smarts, guts, and zero patience for growling Alpha egos. As love and loyalty were tested, could a human doctor and a werewolf king defy destiny, or would their bond be torn apart by war, betrayal, and the beast within? A chance blind date. A supernatural love. Step into a thrilling world where humans and werewolves collide-and feel the symphony of courage and desire.

My boyfriend's "best female friend" was angry again. Why? Because for our five-year anniversary, he got a gift just for me—and forgot about hers. Simone Baker threw a complete fit, sobbing and making a huge scene. Scott Tanner immediately blocked me and removed me on Instagram, then changed our matching couple profile pictures. "Girls can be so dramatic," he said. "Once I've calmed her down, we'll switch them back." I reminded him, "That makes a hundred times now." He just smiled and gave me a quick kiss. "I know. I'll make it fast this time." That night, Simone posted a status update: [Your effort was acceptable. You get three days of freedom.] Almost immediately, Scott unblocked me. [Okay, babe. We can put our couple pictures back now.] But then a male account—using my half of the matching photo—sent him a friend request, followed by a single question mark. [Since when are couple photos a group project?]

When my son suffered a heart attack in the middle of the night, I rushed him to the hospital where my wife worked. Instead of taking charge herself, she handed the operation to an intern. "New doctors need opportunities to learn. I'll be right there supervising. Nothing will happen." But before the surgery even began, a phone call pulled her away, leaving a trembling Marvin Vance alone in the operating room. My son never made it off the operating table. I collapsed in the hallway, sobbing in grief. Yet I overheard my wife gently comforting Marvin. "For your first surgery, you held on this long. You've done an amazing job, my little cinnamon roll." Awkwardly copying trendy slang younger people used online, she reassured him with endless patience. Then she turned to me with a cold expression and demanded that I sign a letter forgiving Marvin. "He has his whole future ahead of him. You can't destroy his life." I tore the document to pieces and threatened to call the police and expose what had happened. In response, she arranged for a medical donation and had my son's body dissected that very night. Driven insane by grief, I threw myself from a building while clutching my son's ashes. When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the day of my son's surgery. This time, I immediately contacted my parents and transferred him to another hospital. But that night, they still dissected a child.

On the day I was supposed to donate my bone marrow, my mother called me. “You’re pretending to be sick again? We’re just asking you to donate some bone marrow. Why are you acting like we want you to die?” My brother agreed. “How could you be so horrible? You owe her this one! Even if she’s asking you to die, it’s because you deserve it!” Even my boyfriend could not hide his anger. “It’s just a bone marrow donation. We’re not asking you to die. How could you be so selfish?” They did not know that I would indeed die if I donated my bone marrow. Since they wanted me to die so much, so be it.