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Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

She couldn’t afford to extend her leave, having taken a lot earlier. “Yes, we'll be back in time. Don’t worry.” They boarded the flight and sat beside one another on perfectly reclining seats, absorbed in watching movies of their choice. Eva took a nap after lunch while Alexander worked on his laptop. Later, she took out a book she had been wanting to read for a long time. It was a bestselling romance novel that both Hayley and Sienna had recommended to her. Alyssa bought it immediately, but being busy with her own real-life romance, she hardly got time to read it. “What’s that? Oh, romance? Don’t tell me you believe in that shit?” he teased her, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

I tell him. “So, it sounds scandalous. I want to watch it. Which is spicier, the book or the series?” he asks me. “Actually, for book one, the season is way sexier,” I reply him. After we agree, he walks out of his room to go and get the book. While I took my phone and opened N*****x, I searched for the Bridgerton series and added it to my list.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

She could feel the peaceful aura that enveloped the little house, inviting her in. In the center of the living room was a lavish fireplace, with a roaring fire that illuminated the entire room. "We'll get the dinner ready for you—" the man began but he was quickly cut off by Kevin who shook his head in refusal. "You can leave!" Kevin commanded sternly, striding towards the bar in the corner. Bottles of the finest wines lined the shelves, their labels proudly displayed. Glinting in the light were crystal glasses, adding an air of sophistication and refinement. His vast collection of bottles, all carefully chosen, reflected his passion for exquisite drinks quite boldly.

She rolled her eyes, tossing her ponytail as she spotted him through the café’s glass door, his slumped figure trudging toward Lily’s. I yanked my baseball cap lower, adjusting my oversized sunglasses, and spun my chair so my back was to the entrance. The bookshop was cozy, all warm wood tables and shelves stuffed with colorful spines, the air thick with coffee and that musty smell of old books. A couple of customers flipped through novels nearby, and the espresso machine hissed in the background. I grabbed my cappuccino, the foam tickling my lip as I took a quick sip. “Not happening, babe,” I shot back, keeping my voice low.

After a few hours trawling Fifth Avenue, I stepped into Barnes & Noble, I needed to get some new reading material and more urgently in that moment, loaded with bags, I needed to sit down and get a coffee. The coffee shop was on a mezzanine level and I placed my order and dropped my bags next to a table at the edge overlooking the bustling first floor. There seemed to be a small crowd waiting for the arrival of an author to do a book signing. I tried to make out the name of the author on the signage but it wasn’t clear. The book was called “Starting Over” and I recalled I’d heard about it on a podcast, it was about a woman waking from a Coma and starting her life over. Apparently, it was the

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

She shouldn’t feel this. She shouldn’t want this. But forbidden things always tasted stronger before they were touched. And Daniel—he was all forbidden edges and irresistible gravity. “You’re playing with fire,” she whispered. “No,” he said, his tone was thick with desire as he was not bothered to hide it anymore. “I’m acknowledging it.” Mara turned fully toward him, and the air between them shifted instantly—charged, and breathless. The wind lifted her hair, brushing it across his jaw. His eyes flicked to her lips, a flicker so quick yet so hungry that it felt like a touch.

On the team bus heading to an away match against another rival, Sloane gets a direct message from Tatum promising a proper rematch if their teams meet again soon. Sloane stared at her phone screen in the back of the rumbling bus. The message from Tatum lit up her notifications like a challenge she could not ignore. “Proper rematch soon. Bring that fire if you can handle losing again.” Heat rushed through her body. She shifted in her seat, feeling the familiar ache between her legs from their last encounter. The words stirred something dangerous in her chest. Anger mixed with raw desire. She wanted to hate Tatum more than ever, but her pussy throbbed at the thought of another clash.