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Rich. British. Hot as hell. Elizabeth Bennett has never appreciated any of these traits in a man. So when Mr. Darcy, billionaire British playboy and GQ's Bachelor of the Year, meets her at a function, she's surprised at how attracted she is to him. That is until he puts his foot in his big, arrogant mouth. The slap that she gave him got her thrown out of the biggest fundraiser of the year, but the mark she left on Mr. Darcy won't leave his mind. The second time that they meet "on accident", he turns up the arrogance even more. The third time, he tries flowers. By the fourth time, he's wearing a cup to protect himself. Mr. Darcy is the last man in the world that Elizabeth could ever be with. However, love makes fools of us all, and the one man that she can't stand is the one man she can't resist. Can Mr. Darcy's kiss win over the heart of Elizabeth Bennett? Join New York Times bestselling author Krista Lakes in this modern retelling of Jane Austen's beloved "Pride and Prejudice".

My younger fraternal twin brother finally gets a girlfriend. Our parents, who are overseas, entrust me with the task of welcoming her. I instruct the maids to prepare a feast to welcome her. As we sit around the dining table, my brother scoops a bowl of soup for me himself. After that meal, my brother's girlfriend pulls a long face at me. "Who gave you the right to eat the soup my darling scooped? How could you be so lazy? You can't even cook, yet you're not even embarrassed to stuff yourself with all that food!" I'm stunned by her outrageous words. I reply in annoyance, "What does that have to do with you anyway? I'll do as I please!" She glares at me with hatred written all over her face and yells, "Why aren't you married yet? The family's assets belong to me and my darling. Who do you think you are that you can spend our money? "Just look at you. You will never be able to get married like this. Perhaps it'll be better for you if you beg me to introduce my elder cousin to you. He doesn't mind that you're lazy. All he wants is for you to give him a son. He earns over ten thousand dollars a month!" I'm dumbstruck by her shamelessness. I storm straight to the bathroom where my brother is and bang on the door repeatedly. "Come out here right now! What is with your girlfriend? And since when have our family's assets become yours and yours alone?"

For nearly two decades, Madison Evans has led her pack, Blue Meadow as Alpha. Alone. In all that time, she has yet to meet her fated mate. She has dedicated her life to leading like a good alpha should and training her siblings to become the destined Royal leaders of the shifter world. But being without a mate has taken it’s toll on her and her wolf, Infinity. A deep depression has set in and without the magic of her Luna, Infinity is going feral. Maddie is losing hope that she will ever find her destined love and she feels that Selene has abandoned and forgotten her. Joshua Logan, three-time Super Bowl champion and sixteen-year veteran quarterback of the Green Bay Packers, has found himself in a bit of situation. Despite all his success over the years, he is learning that resigning a contract with his recent injuries is proving near impossible. Frustrated and depressed, he spies Maddie in the most unlikely of places. Obsessed with finding her again, Joshua turns up in Blue Meadow, unknowingly placing himself in a world of supernatural danger. As the situation between Maddie and Josh builds, so does the unrest and malice within the shifter world. The darkness has been focused on Maddie and Blue Meadow, but unable to bring her down, it shifts focus to her family and allies. Will the mounting danger of attacks and the political conflicts keep Maddie and Josh from growing their bond? Will Josh fall in love with Maddie, choosing to stay and be her Luna? Or will he go back to his life in the human world, leaving Maddie alone once again? Continue on for the exciting conclusion of The Alpha’s Rose in The War of the Royals.

Chase Grimm's aide-de-camp sent me a screenshot of an Instagram Live status. Guess who it came from. His new secretary. She was showing off a meticulously prepared lunch from a lunchbox. My handiwork, no less. I made it for him. The caption read: [He's a dark, cold CEO… and a shiny knight who saved a hungry princess with a gastric problem from eating mac 'n' cheese again!] Chase almost never posted on Instagram. Yet there he was, sharing a photo of a cup of ridiculously spicy mac 'n' cheese, captioned: [I have missed this.] The nerve of this prick. Then my mother-in-law sent an entirely unsolicited text: [What the heck were you doing?! You're supposed to make him a proper lunch! He can't stand spicy food!] After all that, I decided to call a supermarket. "Hi! I'd like to order 100 cups of instant super-spicy mac 'n' cheese and have them delivered to Grimm Co. Please and thank you." "Ain't I generous?"

After the death of her father and destroying the Elite hunter's organization of the earth realm, Emi is forced into hiding in the Barbarian Pack, A hybrid Pack that has an alliance with her adoptive father Alpha Ian. Little does she know her life is about to change when the Alpha, Alexander, stumbles into her workplace late at night with blood pouring out from a wound. Emi, being the innocent human she is readily assists the Man without knowing who or what he is. They bond over a shared cup of coffee which leads to Alex's accidentally imprinting on her. Alex a man who believes that he is all beast lets her leave when its time for her to return to Denmark but he is never too far away keeping her out of danger but at a distance. Until they reunite after years of growing into who they are meant to be... Sparks fly as soon as they touch and it's not long till everything is set ablaze... but can old flames and mates come between the bond created between A Beast's Angel and Her monster???

On the day we were to choose our magical guardians, my sister laid claim to the griffin's egg, leaving the serpent's egg to me. She boasted that, as the trueborn daughter of the queen and the eldest princess, she was destined to become the chosen heir. However, her griffin egg never hatched, what stumbled out was nothing more than a pitiful turkey. My serpent egg, however, nurtured by the waters of the enchanted spring, awakened into a true white wyvern. When I was named heir to the throne, my sister raised a cup in celebration, only to poison me with the wine and end my life. I opened my eyes again at the moment of choosing. This time, my sister snatched away my serpent egg, shattered the griffin's before my eyes, and imprisoned me on a distant isle: determined that I would witness her glory as the chosen of the white wyvern and heir to the crown. Yet when the white wyvern cracked its shell, destiny shifted. I bound myself instead to the Titan Ape, a beast mighty enough to bring the wyvern to its knees.

I was the top bounty thief in the organization. The best they had. After turning in my final score, I announced on the spot that I was done for good. Then, I stood in my studio, blending paint. A single photograph was pinned to the wall before me. Black Viper filled the doorway, the light behind him casting his face in shadow. "What's it like," he asked quietly, "pretending to be an artist?" He stepped further inside. "Does paint smell better than blood?" I placed the palette knife down and wiped my hands slowly. "I'm done. I walked away." "Old Fox didn't approve of it." "That's not my concern." Black Viper crossed the room and tapped the old photograph on the wall. "Are you certain?" I did not want to look. I told myself not to. However, my gaze shifted anyway. A young boy stared back from the photo. "The blind kid?" I had spent ten years searching for him. "Where is he?" I moved toward the wall, reaching to rip the picture down. "One last job," Black Viper said, pressing his palm against the photo. My hand stopped in midair. "What's the target?" "The final lot at next month's auction that the Gilbert Group will be holding. "It's called Mermaid's Tear."

Certaines personnes simulent leur mort pour s'échapper. Ciara a simulé la sienne pour revenir et détruire. Le monde de la mode pense qu'elle n'est qu'une inconnue qui tente de se hisser au sommet. Ils ne se doutent pas qu'elle est le fantôme qu'ils pensaient avoir enterré il y a quatre ans, mais avec un nouveau visage, et qu'elle vient récupérer tout ce qu'ils lui ont volé. Mais Artemis Prescott la surveille de trop près. Le PDG milliardaire reconnaît en elle quelque chose qu'il n'arrive pas à définir, et son intérêt devient un problème qu'elle n'avait pas prévu. La vengeance était censée être simple. Cependant, il est le seul élément qu'elle n'avait pas prévu.

In my last life, I secretly slipped a Love Potion into the cup of my destined mate, the Alpha of my pack, Jason Green. As expected, he fell in love with me. We held the grandest mate-bonding ceremony in our pack's history and became the couple everyone envied. The effects of the Love Potion would last seven years. I naively believed that it would be enough to win his true heart. But Jason's childhood friend, Lilian Foster, traded her own tongue to a black-market witch for the antidote. The moment the truth was exposed, the love in Jason's eyes turned into a hatred that pierced through the bone. He sold me to the black market as a live test subject for experiments and forced me to drink a Corrosive Spellvial. My insides rotted away, and I died from sheer pain. Now, I had regressed in time, once again holding that same bottle of Love Potion. This time, I didn't hesitate. I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it?

Not long after Josh Stewart proposed to me, the Stewart family went bankrupt. He took on three jobs, pouring everything he had into taking care of me. Every morning, he handed me the first cup of coffee, and the only fresh bagel on the table was always mine. He would pull me into his arms and promise, softly but firmly, that once he had saved his first 100,000 dollars, he would marry me. I believed every word. Until the day I stepped into an exclusive private club and saw him with his childhood sweetheart, their fingers intertwined, as he ordered a bottle of Lafite without a second thought. "If Yvette still hasn't realized in three days that Donald's been pretending to be you, then you win," she said with a smile. "Her eyesight isn't great," Josh replied, a hint of amusement in his voice. "And Donald avoids women. She won't notice. If I win, you're coming abroad with me for the wedding." I stood there, just out of sight, listening. A small smile tugged at my lips. Perhaps… it was time to find myself a different groom.