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she said smiling like someone who just won a race. The preacher spoke of destiny—not as a distant dream, but as a present calling. He spoke of fire, of awakening, of moments when God steps into a man’s life and rearranges him from the inside out. He spoke of encounters that feel heavier than emotion, deeper than romance, stronger than fear.

Veronica I didn’t know how God had created a man like my cook. He was almost unfair to look at. Far too attractive to be standing in my kitchen, calmly cooking and serving meals like it was nothing. He was young, probably mid-twenties, all lean muscle and quiet strength beneath his shirt. Handsome in that effortless way that made you look twice without meaning to. And compared to my husband… there was no comparison at all. I was sure even his cock would be even bigger and more irresistible.

My jaw tightened further. “How do they trade someone like that… for them?” I muttered. Aaron didn’t answer. “There’s another problem,” he added instead. I dragged my gaze back to him. By now, irritation simmered beneath my skin. “What now?” “They’ve already entered her into the lottery.” Everything in me stilled. “Were they selected?” I asked sharply. Aaron shook his head. “No… not exactly.” I frowned. “Then what?” He hesitated briefly before continuing. “Apparently, her sister has been having an affair with the ex-fiancé for over three years.”

Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like. My back arched slightly, my body moving toward him with the helpless totality of something that has stopped negotiating, that has simply decided. The warmth of him moved through my chest and pooled low and persistent and I made a sound against his mouth that I felt rather than heard, swallowed between us, belonging only to this moment and this rain-soaked overhang and the wet dark of a Pasadena street that did not know or care what it was witnessing

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“Daddy, you’re laughing. Admit it.” “I am… not… laughing,” he grumbled, though a corner of his mouth twitched. Nyra nudged him. “Yes, you are. And you enjoy it.” He glared. “…I do not.” As night fell, the three trudged back to the lodge, snow dripping from their coats. The fireplace glowed warmly. Noelle curled up with cocoa and blankets, still chattering about the day’s “heroics.” Sebastian glanced at Nyra, noticing the way the firelight caught her eyes. Dangerous, intelligent, annoyingly attractive.

"She's out to get me. She faked her death. She faked the whole dramatic exit. She'll show up once I've paid my dues." He clung to that belief. It was all he had. Even if the love he felt was nothing but a side effect of some drug. Even if that love had curdled into something dark. Nora was beside herself, crying next to him. Francis watched her, and after a long pause, a sly grin spread across his face. "Yeah, Natalie loved me. She'd come running back the second she heard I was off the market." Nora, eyes red and swollen, looked up at Francis on bended knee and heard him say softly, "Nora, let's go ahead with the wedding, okay?

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“No one meant to hurt you. We’d been drinking and… you know… the attraction took over.” “Do you think I don’t feel that attraction every time I go near Missy?” Godwin said. “I feel it and I resist it. Something I take it that you didn’t do. First mother and then daughter. You still have no control, eh Kenton?” “That’s enough,” Kenton said vehemently. “No, it’s not,” I insisted. I turned to Godwin. “So, you feel that thing between us? I’m not just some oversexed teenager?”