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The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

I burned with the same desire; my body strained to the breaking point. My lips drifted back up to nip the lobe of her ear before I whispered. softly in her ear, "I want to show you how much I burn for you, leannan. Let me explore every inch of you." My hands began their journey, tracing the contours of her body, up her arms, and down her sides, burning a trail of fire along her skin. I felt her shiver in response, and a low growl rumbled in my throat as my cock hardened even more.

12 ARBEN The atmosphere in the auction house was thick with anticipation, buzzing like a swarm of angry bees. I stood in the shadows, watching as the crowd gathered—wealthy men in tailored suits and women draped in designer dresses, their faces eager with greed and excitement. The air felt heavy with desperation and power, and I thrived in it. “Ladies and gentlemen!” The auctioneer’s voice boomed, cutting through the murmurs. He was a slick man, slicked-back hair and a smile that didn't reach his eyes. “Welcome to tonight’s auction! We have some exquisite offerings for you, but the most special of all will be presented shortly. Let’s get started!”

****** About Kit Kyndall Kit Kyndall is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing steamy contemporary romances. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter

There was nothing so special about her. After I ended the call with Cami, I tossed my phone across the bed, letting out an agitated scream. “Hey,” Nova called, trying to calm me down. “Everything’s going to be okay.” “Is it?” I whispered, turning to face her. “I mean, Cami was right. Telling me he was okay was the best thing for her to do, and now that she’s told me that he’s not, I just…” My voice broke. “Why isn’t he okay? He doesn’t love me. He doesn’t WANT to love me, so why can’t he just let me go? He'd rather not feel anything than tell me how he feels about me, Nova, why should that be the kind of man I fell in love with?”

Chapter 8: Butterflies ROYAL POV “FORSAKEN was my record-breaking novel. I put my blood and sweat into it and I couldn’t believe it when it sold like crazy. It earned me the title of the Best Selling Author for the first time. I am glad to say the title had stayed home for the past two years.” She beamed, and I swear the whole screen lit up with life. My chest brimmed with a rush of satisfaction that left me grinning like an idiot; like I had a modicum of right to feel proud of her achievements. But I couldn’t lie, I was fucking happy to see that she was up there in the clouds making a name for herself!

Watching her wake up has become one of my new favorite pastimes and I don’t want to miss it this morning, although she won’t wake up for another couple hours at least; she’s a night creature. I get up and walk back into the bedroom. Stopping at the foot of the bed, I laugh softly as I see the three of them tangled up in each other’s limbs. I then proceed to our library nook in another corner of our room, sit in my favorite chair, and pull out the romance novel I started to read last night. It is a good one. A story about an author who gets a movie deal and gets tangled up with the three male actors who audition to play characters in her book.

“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.

Clara Vale lived on the 12th floor of an old, rundown building in downtown São Paulo. At 32, she was the undisputed queen of bestselling erotic romances. Her books sold by the thousands: Fuck Me Until Dawn, where the protagonist was destroyed by a mafioso with a 23-centimeter cock; Fireman’s Dick — the irony of fate hitting hard now — and her most recent one, Emergency Orgasm, which had spent three straight weeks at the top of the charts.

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.