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His finger traced the edges of my jaw before he grabbed my chin forcing me to stare back at him. My entire body trembled. "You...saw.." I stammered. Did he have someone stalking me? Chills went down my spine as he felt increasingly dangerous. Alaric smiled but his eyes were closed. "I did from your storage room stunt down to you holding hands and laughing down the street like the moment couldn't be more perfect." Something twisted in my stomach genuine fear. Rhys' questions echoed in the corner of my mind. Who did I get married to? I stared blankly at him. He was dangerous because he made me feel things that were completely insane.... everything about him screamed danger, and yet I was being

(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door slammed closed, dreading the reality that her husband is finally back home from his long business trip. Gripping the hardback in her already trembling hands, she anticipated his yells, demanding where the fuck she was.

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.

Edward handled most of them while I restocked shelves and learned the layout. Around two, a woman came in looking for a specific dark romance. "Do you have anything like Butcher & Blackbird?" she asked. "I just finished it and I need something similar." Edward looked at me. "Maliya?" I stepped forward. "Have you read Haunting Adeline? Or the Broken Bride series? They've got similar dark romance vibes with morally gray love interests." Her face lit up. "I haven't read either of those. Where are they?" I led her to the romance section, pulled both books, gave her quick summaries.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

“She’ll probably spend the whole holiday in here if you let her.” I walked the aisles slowly, trailing my fingers over the books. Classics. Thrillers. A whole section of contemporary romance—Mirabel’s doing, mostly. She’d started collecting them in high school, said they were “escapist but smart.” I’d never read them. Too many happy endings. Too much hope wrapped in pretty words. I pulled one down at random. Dark cover, brooding man in a suit, and title written in gold foil: Claimed by the Billionaire. I snorted softly, then slid it back.

"I'm not asking you to love me. I'm asking you to trust me. There's a difference." I looked at his hands around mine. Warm. Calloused. Real. "What do you get out of this?" I asked. Damian smiled. It didn't reach his eyes. "I get to watch Julian Thorne burn. And I get to do it with the most dangerous woman I've ever met by my side." I thought about my mother, sleeping in her hospital bed. I thought about Julian's thugs in the penthouse. I thought about the recorder hidden in my bra,the evidence backed up on three servers.

She was perfect. She was the key to destroying him. My wolf snarled again in my throat. Shit. He didn’t care about the strategy right now. He cared about Rhiannon. I closed my eyes and I could smell her again. That scent. It wasn’t just perfume. It was arousal and desperation. It was the sweet, rotting smell of a dying bond trying to hold on, mixed with something sharp and electric. Fear. I remembered the way her pulse had hammered when I caged her in. I could still feel the vibration of it against my chest.

They had passed the level where they would knock before entering each other's rooms; one step closer. "What are you doing?" He took a seat on the bed beside her and eyed a novel in her hand. "Reading a thriller novel." "Is it intriguing?" her eyes hadn't left the novel ever since he had entered that's what made him think what she was reading was great. "A lot. I haven't read anything like this before. This is my second time reading it." "Means I need to read it too to know what's so great that it has kept my wife hooked. And would probably do the same in real life."