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“Tristan… stop… I’m preg—” The word dissolved into a moan as he curled his fingers and drove them harder. “Already dreaming about spreading your legs for him, huh?” He didn’t hear her. Or he didn’t care. (Tell him. Just say it. But if I do… will he keep me only because of the baby? Or will he hate me more for tying him down?) “Was that why you were so desperate to get away?” He sped up his rhythm, driving his fingers faster and harder until the room echoed with wet, slapping sounds, and her slickness dripped down her thighs. “I'm going to fix you.” —Tristan Cole gave Lyra Quinn three things on the day he ended their marriage: divorce papers, another woman’s hand in his, and a lifetime of regret waiting to happen. He didn’t know Lyra was carrying his child. He didn’t know the woman he called “too much” was the city's most sought-after crisis negotiator—the woman billion-dollar companies called when they were on the verge of collapse. And he certainly didn’t know that walking away from her would place her in the path of Laurent Crawford, the ruthless billionaire whose empire is falling apart. Laurent needs Lyra to save his company. Lyra needs the job to rebuild her life. Neither expects the dangerous attraction that grows between them. But when the crisis threatening Laurent’s empire begins reaching into Lyra’s own past, she realizes someone has been playing a much bigger game than either of them knew. Tristan threw away the woman he couldn’t appreciate; Laurent knows better. But loving Laurent may cost her everything. And this time, The Last Call has nowhere left to run.

"I think we should break up." Dani Costa said it to a stranger at a red light. A guy on a motorcycle, visor down, face hidden. A joke, thrown out the window of her beat-up Civic on graduation night. She never expected him to lift that visor and show her a pair of dark, amused eyes. She never expected to see him again. She does. Three days later, at an underground drift race, she finds him on the starting line. He's Rook, the ghost racer nobody can beat, the heir to a fortune she can't imagine. And Roman Castellano doesn't just want to race her. He wants to know her. What Dani doesn't know is that Roman has six weeks before his uncle takes everything. Before an arranged marriage seals his fate. Before the family name she's falling for becomes the thing that destroys her father's shop. She doesn't know he's been given a bride. She doesn't know men like his uncle don't lose. She knows he makes her laugh. She knows he looks at her like she's the only light in a dark room. She knows she should run. She doesn't. Break Up With Me is a high-heat mafia romance about a girl who builds race cars in secret and the boy whose last name could burn her world to the ground. Told in a clean, cinematic voice, it's a story about choosing someone when the price is everything you've ever built. I

On what should have been the happiest day of her life, Amelia Hart watches her perfect wedding crumble in seconds. Just as she reaches the altar, the church doors burst open, and a little girl points at her fiancé. "Daddy… why are you marrying another woman?" Before Ethan can explain, whispers spread through the congregation, cameras begin recording, and Amelia walks away with a shattered heart. The world believes Ethan has been living a double life. Amelia believes it too. But when the mysterious little girl disappears without a trace and her mother is found missing, Amelia uncovers a trail of lies that stretches back decades. Every answer leads to another secret, and every secret brings her closer to a truth someone is willing to kill to protect. Was Ethan the man who betrayed her... Or were they both carefully chosen as pawns in a much darker game? As love collides with deception, Amelia must decide whether to trust the man she left at the altar, or risk losing the truth forever.

In Calder City, no one falls in love before twenty-one. That's the law. Not written in cruelty — written in *wisdom*, the Matchers say. Grow first. Learn who you are. Trust the Institution to find who you're meant to become, and on your twenty-first birthday, they'll hand you a name and a lifetime, ninety-four percent guaranteed. Wren Callahan has already broken the rule. She broke it at fifteen, the day Theo Ferrow made her laugh so hard she forgot to be careful. She's been breaking it every stolen night since — on a rooftop no Matcher knows about, behind a door that doesn't lock, whispering two words that have become the only vow that matters to either of them: *always you.* Then a lantern finds them where it shouldn't. Now Wren has three years before her Assessment — three years to bury the truth so deep no Matcher's hands can find it, three years to keep loving a boy the whole city has decided she isn't allowed to want. One mistake, and they're both cast out to become the next whispered warning told to seven-year-olds at Rites. So Wren does the one thing no one expects. She applies to become a Matcher herself — to learn the Institution's every rule, every ledger, every crack in two hundred years of "perfect" compatibility — so that when her name is called in the Hall, it isn't a stranger's hand that decides her fate. It's hers. Because Wren isn't waiting to find out who they think she belongs with. She already knows. And she's not letting a ledger tell her otherwise — not without a fight, not without breaking every rule this city has left. Always him. Always has been.