Barking Up The Wrong Tree

Avery has spent her life as an omega outcast-beaten down by her cruel stepfamily, surviving only for the love of her fated mate, Ryan, the Alpha of the Red Stone Pack. On the day of their mating ceremony, dressed in white with his silver necklace around her throat, she steps into the chapel ready to claim her future as Luna... Only to find her stepsister, Kira, standing at the altar in her place. Ryan's explanation is merciless: Kira is dying. Her last wish is to be his mate. And Avery? She'll still serve her purpose-just not as his equal! But when Avery is forced into a cold, clinical IVF procedure to carry Ryan's heir, a terrible truth comes to light. Now, Avery has captured the attention of the Alpha known as the king of death, Damon Blackclaw! The most feared Alpha in the territory, a man whose name is spoken in whispers, whose rage could level entire packs. And when Damon storms into the Red Stone Pack, his claws at Ryan's throat and his eyes burning into Avery's, he makes one thing clear: "She's mine. Touch her and die."

He stole the wrong girl. Or maybe… she chose the right king. Dante Valenti rules his empire with cold precision and a reputation soaked in blood. No one crosses him. No one deceives him. And no one escapes him. So when he kidnaps a woman from the Moretti estate—a trembling little princess meant to be leverage—he expects fear. Instead, the woman chained in his basement looks him dead in the eyes… and smiles. Aria Moretti has spent years hiding behind silk dresses and a porcelain mask, pretending to be the quiet, obedient daughter of the Moretti crime family. But beneath the pretty facade lies a secret no one suspects: She is the Moretti’s most lethal weapon. A phantom. A blade disguised as a flower. And she walked willingly into the lion’s den for one reason— to kill Dante Valenti. Her mission is simple: Get captured. Get close. Get his trust. End the king. But nothing about Dante is simple. The moment he discovers who she truly is, he doesn’t kill her. He claims her. "You came to kill me, little killer... but every king needs a queen.” Now, Aria is caught in a deadly dance between loyalty and desire, betrayal and obsession. Dante matches her darkness note for note—twisted, brilliant, and devastatingly irresistible. He should be her target. Instead, he’s becoming her temptation. And the deeper she falls, the clearer the truth becomes: She isn’t the only weapon in this war. Dante has claws of his own— and he’s willing to use every one of them to keep her.

BLURB: Ava Hayes, a spoiled Alpha princess used to getting everything she wants, is heartbroken when her parents refuse to let her marry her boyfriend, Dante Rivers.  She elopes with Dante to marry him, but unfortunately, along the way, she meets her mate, Sebastian Wolfe, who doesn’t take "no" for an answer. He gives her two options: accept him and become his mistress, or reject him and die with her lover. Given the stories she's heard about Sebastian, going to hell seems like the better choice. Will her story become a werewolf Romeo and Juliet, or will she accept becoming Sebastian's mistress?

Warning This book contains high sexual content! Adults only. Proceed if you need your toes curled up in pleasure. **** “Turn around, I need to fuck you right now.” Whatever he wanted, he was getting. I felt his thigh press between the apex of my thighs, but this time he didn’t force them apart, he waited, an expectant gleam in his eyes, until I opened them for him. ****** Sophie Kellerman wants revenge. It's all she has thought about since the humiliation of being a rejected bride abandoned on the alter. Derrick can't just get away with dumping her and his brother agrees. He's willing to help her get revenge but he also wants something from her.

I was supposed to fall in love with Liam—the boy next door, my best friend, the safe choice. And I did. But love doesn’t always stay where it’s planted. Especially not when his older brother walks in—quiet, possessive, and cruelly observant. Aiden was everything Liam wasn’t. And yet... he saw me. Not the version I showed the world, but the one I tried to bury. Liam let me go before I ever realized I was his to lose. Aiden claimed me before I even knew I belonged to him. This isn’t the story of choosing between two brothers. This is the story of how I lost myself— ...and the one man who refused to let me go.

“This innocent act of yours is pissing me off more than I already am.” He said, baring his teeth with agitation. “You owe me every dime that you stole from me for eight years. And by my name, I swear, pet, you will pay for it. You will pay for all of it!" "You can pretend to be someone else. Your name can be anything you want it to be, but I know you and I know all your tricks, so save it, pet, save all of it." When the scary man let go of my jaws, I could barely breathe. It seemed that nothing I'd say would change his mind. Whoever this man was, he was out for blood and he was about to have the wrong one. I was the wrong one. This is the story of Ivory Hollis mistaken as Lori- a possessive billionaire’s long time girlfriend who betrayed and duped him. Blinded by revenge, Arlo Covelli is determined to make Lori pay for breaking his heart and stealing from him. The only mistake- he’s refusing to acknowledge that there’s a slight chance that Ivory may not Lori, and now to have a full control over her, he presents her with a pet/marriage contract in exchange for her freedom. Torn between being a sex-relief for the billionaire’s boys, and being his pet/wife, Ivory chooses the latter. But then, Lori resurfaces! Find out what happens next in the compelling story of Ivory’s life!

My name is Ivy Lawson. At 3:00 am, I get a call from Christina McSpire, a parent of one of my students. "Hello, Ms. Lawson, I noticed Zoe only spent five dollars on her meal yesterday. Did she not eat any meat?" she asks. Pushing through my exhaustion, I reply, "Don't worry, Mrs. Street. I'll check on it tomorrow." Another half hour goes by, and she calls again. "It's supposed to rain tomorrow. Can you remind Zoe to bring an umbrella?" I can hardly keep my eyes open. "Got it," I reply absentmindedly. A few minutes later, my phone rings once more. "Please make sure Zoe brushes her teeth for three minutes. It's also important that she scrubs each side of her face at least three times." Suppressing my frustration, I calmly respond, "Zoe is in her senior year of high school. I'm sure she's capable of taking care of herself." I expect that to be the end of it, but when I wake up, my silenced phone shows over a hundred missed calls.

Captured by Alpha Raven, Knight the rogue seemed to be enjoying the time spent in the cell more than anyone, and on that same night, Alpha Raven was poisoned with a strong drug? Beaten up, Knight was the one on the mission of taming the Alpha. (Dark romance warning)

Waking up hungover next to my arch-nemesis – the city's most notorious fuckboy? Worst. Morning. Ever. I handled the walk of shame with icy dignity, but fate had a bigger curveball: one month later, two pink lines. My baby. My rules. His involvement? Zero. My flawless plan hit a snag when morning sickness ambushed me in the office restroom. He walked in. His eyes locked onto my still-flat stomach, darkening with something dangerous. Before I could blink, he had me pinned against the cold tile wall. "Who's the father?" he growled. I met his glare with a frosty smirk. "Wouldn't you like to know? Definitely not you." Then it happened: a hot tear hit my neck. His voice cracked, raw and desperate. "Don't... don't leave me. Please." Me: ...Dude. Seriously? THIS IS YOURS!

The day my husband left the country on a business trip with his assistant, I learned—by sheer accident—that his archenemy was plotting revenge overseas. Without a second thought, I raced to the airport and stopped him from boarding the plane. But his assistant went ahead, alone. And over there, she was killed brutally. Not a trace of her remains was ever found. When my husband received the news, he fell apart. Wracked with guilt, eaten alive by remorse, he spiraled into a relentless, violent mania. In the past three years, I'd been in and out of hospitals more times than I could count because of him. And this time, he pushed me so far—I lost our child. Then I overheard a conversation between him and his secretary. "Sir, Casey is still alive. Why keep pretending you're sick? Aren't you afraid your wife will find out and leave you?" "Leave me? What right does she have to be angry?" He laughed coldly. "If she hadn't stopped me from going abroad, Casey would've never been lured away by that bastard. Everything Linda's suffering now—she brought it on herself."