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Still, everything he was saying unnerved and excited every fiber of my being in the same instant. I knew it was foolish. I also knew I couldn’t possibly take another round, yet here I was, winding my body with his, begging without words for him to keep going. Until this moment, I’d chalked up the romance novels I read to fantasy. Ludicrous notions of perfection that no one could achieve outside their dreams. There’s always something. A cough, a fart, even hair in the worst possible place—something jarring the all-consuming sensations back to realism. But this? This wasn’t that. He wasn’t that.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

’ She thought as her eyes tears fall. As Loki went home. She only could rest on her bed to forgot everything from her ex and rolled her body side by side then fall asleep, while she kept holding a picture of her and Jen together. •• At a wee mansion of Louise Luthenberg, Louise cheerfully smiled and walked around in his room and sat to his soft couch. As he removed her leather black jacket, an ID card dropped on his floor and felt curious. He was surprised. ‘It was her.. My darling Loki.’

By the time anyone figured out the truth, the damage would already be done. She leaned back, sipping wine, the screen's glow reflecting in her eyes. > “You wanted to play with fire, Serena? Let’s see how you handle the burn.” --- Damien’s Penthouse – Next Morning Neither of them had slept. Serena sat at the edge of the couch, blanket around her shoulders, scrolling in silence. Damien stood by the window, sleeves rolled up, shirt rumpled, his jaw clenched as he read headline after headline. > “FAKE LOVE: Serena Vale’s Rise Built on Lies”

Other Books by the Author . . . 1. Baby's Daddy — Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery 2. The Third Side of the Coin — Horror/Suspense 3. Her Dilemma — Pregnancy-Romance/Billionaire 4. The Rancher's Heart — Romance/Single-Father 5. A Week of Batching — Mystery/Suspense . 6. Chronicles of an Amnesiac — SciFi/Mystery/Short Story 7. On Air — Billionaire/Pregnancy-Romance/Mystery

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But she answered boldly, making my pulse spike, her fingers threading through my hair, my hands sliding down her back, drawing her closer, eliminating every inch of space between us. The kiss deepened. Her body shifted, molding to mine as my hands slipped beneath the hem of her blouse, tracing the smooth, warm skin along her waist, her spine. She arched into me, breath hitching, her hips pressing against mine— A sharp clatter jolted the fantasy apart. I blinked awake, my heart racing, mouth dry, the taste of her lingering on my tongue like it had been real. But instead of candlelight and dinner, I was greeted by the faint, stale hum of the hotel AC unit and the distinct smell of burnt coffee

The beam crashed where she had stood. Dust exploded around them. For a second she could not breathe properly. Then she realized two things at once. The beam had blocked the doorway. And Sebastian’s hand was still at the back of her neck, holding her close. Very close. Their faces were inches apart. Breathing uneven. The storm outside roared through broken glass. Neither moved immediately. Because danger had paused—but only barely. And in that pause, everything unspoken returned all at once. His eyes dropped briefly to her mouth.

The rug was a lost cause, and so was I. Ava traced lazy circles on my stomach. “Still catching the morning train?” I laughed, raw. “Changed my plans. Indefinitely.” Ethan pressed a kiss to my shoulder. “Good. We’re just warming up.” Liam’s hand slid between my thighs, teasing. “Chapter two starts at dawn.” I closed my eyes, sated and aching and already wet again. The lodge smelled of sex and pine and possibility. Outside, the mountain stood silent. Inside, three bodies curled closer, ready to write the next scene on my skin.

“A secret affair, a younger, volatile lover. Maybe he wanted more, she wanted out. Things get heated. He snaps, strangles her, stages a drowning. Panics and leaves.” “Or,” Omondi mused, staring down the empty corridor, “the husband found out. That is a classic crime of passion. But the lack of rage in the scene… the neatness. That feels calculated. Like a message.” He turned to Auma. “First, we find Adrian Vale. He’s our best link. Then, we have the unpleasant task of informing the husband that his wife is dead, and she wasn’t alone.” Auma nodded, her expression grim. “Imagine that knock on the door. Your world ends, and then you find out it was already broken. Some things are just rotten. I