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I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

asked Aza straight to the point. The three boys looked at each other, making sure the others agreed. "I'll get my book in the room," said the boy with long hair — Tanner Hooper. "I also." "I also." One to the room, two to go home briefly. Leonard approaches Azareel then whispers, "Hey" "Mmm." "Are you sure they can work with them?" "Looks like ...." Tanner came out of his room and gave the book to Azareel. The puppy-eyed man immediately took the book from Tanner's grasp.

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He is the most dreaded and revered kingpin in the whole city. Capello and Sanchez have been childhood friends,Capello delved into legitimate pathway of life by dealing in car sales while Sanchez who has always had the runnings with the law stamped his footing in the world of hard drugs acquisition and distribution.Capello discovered early in life that he is not cut out for the drug life hence he retraced his steps after a near death experience he had when caught in a crossfire between Sanchez’s gang and a rival gang in the neighborhood.

And damn it — it’s so cocky, cute, and unexpected — it works. It always works. Kiara and I are convinced there’s a secret ‘Hot Guy Sex Training Club’. A place where they teach men how to seduce the opposite sex. Or the same sex if they’re into that. Possibly named Boys Educational and Analytical Sex Training — BEAST for short. My brothers are clearly VIP members. “Let’s eat,” Enrique calls as they disappear. “I’m starving too!” I yell after them. They laugh. “It’s good to be a man,” someone mutters.

For seven years, I thought Declan was just an ordinary Beta. That was until I secretly traveled a thousand miles to his pack, wanting to surprise him. Only to find other werewolves calling him Alpha. And more importantly, he already had a Luna. The wolves around me started whispering. “Is that the Alpha’s secret lover?” “The nerve of her, showing up here… so shameless.” I wanted to argue, to tell them they had it all wrong. I was his real girlfriend. His Fated Mate.

“Fuckin’ A, the emotional blackmail girls can dish out.” “Quit paying the ransom and maybe we’ll stop.” “Never gonna happen.” He linked his fingers with mine. “It’s way too much fun.” I grinned, my heart light as we drove into Portland. “Did you ever visit Booker?” “Not at his place, no.” “But you know where he lives.” “Yeah, babe.” “Are you guys friends outside of the club?” I asked. He let out a weird sound. Chuckle? No, maybe snort. Chortle? Yes, it was definitely a chortle.

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Chapter One Sabrina’s POV “Hi, I’m Xander. This are my buddies: Jolo, Marko and Yael.” I’m at a bar when a server approached me earlier and gave me a drink with words that it was given by this group of men who is now in facing me. And of course, I accepted it. Looking at the four of them, I can say that they are all handsome and well-built. Hot. Sexy. Okay, I am drooling.

Then, the swiping begins. “He likes your favorite book,” Heather says. I shake my head. “He’s got those veiny muscles. They make me think about drawing blood too much. Next.” Next. Next. The guys with blond hair and blue eyes still look too much like Ryan. The guys that pose shirtless scream “misogynist.” The guys that pose with half-unbuttoned shirts and books scream “misogynist in disguise.” We even find one guy who would normally be exactly my type, a homebody who’s not too muscular or too pretty. I stare at him for a few seconds, willing something to come to life and make me want to go out with him. Nothing.