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People say loving someone with all your heart is the most difficult thing, I choose to disagree Un-loving that someone is even tougher.

-Je ne veux pas d'une relation en ce moment. -Qui t'a parlé de relation?minaude Elyn au creux de son oreille qu'elle mordille au passage. Laisse-moi m'occuper de toi. -C'est vraiment ce que tu veux? lui demande Hendrick. À une seule condition. ajoute-t-il sans attendre de réponse. -Laquelle? demande Elyn intriguée. -Ce sera juste charnel entre nous. Pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour. Elle déglutit devant autant de froideur dans sa voix. -Marché conclut. ***** Planté devant l'autel le jour de son mariage, Hendrick atterit dans un bar pour faire passer sa frustration et sa colère, où il va faire la connaissance d'Elyn. Après des nuits passées ensembles, ils continuent à se voir chacun dans un but précis. Elyn; pour de l'argent parce qu'il est juste un client, et Hendrick pour le plaisir. Mais est-ce vraiment juste du sexe entre eux ou l'amour s'en est mêlé? Une seule règle, pas de place pour les sentiments, encore moins pour l'amour...

Sandra May is a struggling sculptor and owner of 'De Art' studio, facing financial difficulties after being conned by her ex-boyfriend and co-owner, Ali Andre. Caesar James, a powerful business mogul, proposes a contract marriage to Sandra, offering her two million dollars for one year. As she agrees, Sandra finds herself falling for Caesar's younger brother, Williams James. However, she soon discovers that Williams and Ali were behind her financial downfall. Caesar reveals a clause in their contract, stating that anyone who engages in extramarital affairs will have to satisfy the other sexually every day until the contract's end. Confronted with the decision to stay or leave, Sandra discovers Caesar's true feelings for her. Meanwhile, Caesar punishes Ali and Williams for their actions, leaving Sandra vulnerable. After the marriage contrac

Asya is the most promising ballerina the Royal Ballet has seen in years. Wildly ambitious, back-breakingly disciplined, and immensely driven, she has only one objective: prima ballerina. There is nothing she won't do to earn this once-in-a-generation title. But behind her ballerina grace she hides dark secrets of an inhumanly strict mother, pushing her body to cruel limits, and serial hookups with male dancers. Roman Zharnov is the star of the Russian ballet: young, successful, arrogant, beautiful, and worst of all, talented. He's come to London for a fresh start after earning himself the nickname 'the bad boy of ballet'. It is during a rehearsal that his eye falls on Asya, a nineteen-year-old soloist with spitfire in her eyes and a raw talent capable of silencing an auditorium. But Asya has a partner, and she wants to stay as far away as possible from the Russian prodigy with a reputation that won't seem to leave him alone. In the competitive world of classical ballet Asya is climbing the ranks, earning coveted parts and building a name for herself as a promising soloist. But all the while she is playing a dangerous game behind the curtain. Roman has found the one ballerina that can keep up with him and wants her to partner him, but he will soon realise that animals can't do what she does.

Marcella is an innocent girl to the outside world, but her Alpha knows she is a warrior. Atlas trying to arrange their marriage, but her father refuses and moves her and her brother to the Bazin Pack under Alpha Gabe Bazin. When Marcella and her family arrive she discovers she is the moon goddess’s choice for the next Luna. When her mate tries to reject her she refuses to accept or to keep quiet about it. You know those stories about the Alpha who claims a mate who doesn’t want them? What if it was reversed and the Alpha is forced to be with his fated mate? Will Evander cave to the mate bond, or will he make Marcella accept his rejection?

Blurb Smoke. The same scent that long to the bed sheets the night I died, only this time when I opened my eyes the smoke wasn't from fire but from the Alpha's cigar and the reflection in the mirror wasn't mine. Pale skin and golden eyes, a frail Omega trembling under the dim light of the room stared back at me. “Lyra?” A voice snarled. “You still exist?” His hatred sliced through my soul and I winced and touched my stomach. I had died carrying a child once, I won't die again.