Calendar 2010

Layne needs to pay off the hunter who is threatening to sell her dad off to the highest bidder. One year, one million dollars. How does she plan to do it? By working as a for-hire mate at her auntie's high-end mate (escort) service. Easy enough to spend a little less than one month each with a man who she doesn't have to sleep with if she doesn't want to, right? With never-ending love for her dad and writing off love with anyone else, this beautiful bombshell plans to throw caution to the wind and sign up for the ride of a lifetime for the next year. Get in, make money to save dad, get out. Keep her head in the game and her heart out of it. That's the game plan. How hard can it be to stick to it?

Megan tries to find the death of Helena — her sister, ten years ago in Norway. She got Helena's notebook. Megan visited an area called Jazmore in winter, but an incident caused her to fall into a well. She thought she would drown and die. However, after realizing, Megan realized that she had returned to 1945. Exactly a few weeks before World War II ended and in the Jazmore area which was still a wilderness, she met Alpha Eden. Ruler of the area and a werewolf. Megan's journey begins with mystery, magic and even curse. Can Megan accept her destiny as Mate from Alpha Eden and can Megan reveal the cause of Helena's death, then return to 2010?

Été 2010, dans un bois proche de Besançon, une joggeuse disparaît. Elle ne sera jamais retrouvée et, étrangement, l’affaire sera vite classée.2018, à proximité de Toulouse, une danseuse de cirque est retrouvée morte.Pour le jeune capitaine Damien Sergent et ses coéquipiers, cette affaire a toutes les apparences d’un suicide... jusqu’à ce que certains éléments les conduisent à Besançon.Sur place, certaines personnes ont tout intérêt à ce que le passé ne soit pas déterré...Entre manipulation, influence et souvenirs douloureux, l’équipe de Damien Sergentévolue désormais en terrain hostile.

SLOANE HOLBROOK is a thirty-five-year-old copywriter whose only commitment is to sarcasm, but every major holiday turns her into a single, pitiful spectacle for her judgmental family. Her solution? JACKSON, a charming, commitment-phobic Australian golf coach who needs a distraction just as badly as she does. They forge the "Holidate Pact" a year-long contract to be each other’s flawless, platonic plus-ones for every major event, with one rigid rule: zero feelings. But when a New Year's Eve kiss designed for public consumption feels startlingly real, Sloane and Jackson realize surviving the holiday calendar is easy; surviving the relentless, rule-breaking, undeniable attraction might be impossible. They signed up for a cynical transaction, but what happens when their fake relationship becomes the most honest thing in their lives?

At the age of 30, Jamie Lynn Langford experience the so-called Aromantism where she became unaware that she is now near the end of the calendar without a man by her side. the most awful thing is she became distant from everyone, especially a man. It's not that she is in doubtful sexual orientation because she is 100 percent sure she is straight. It`s just that she became busy establishing her own career sadly to think! She felt bad for it. Until her best friend Diane invited her on a vacation that will make her life turns into a roller coaster ride of emotions. And all of that is new to her. Will she accept the fact that once she is set on Francis Ribbs' attention, she is nowhere to escape in his clutches? Will she entertain those possibilities? Or keeps blinds on to it?

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

In the third year of my engagement to Jack, he found himself a pureblooded, sharp-fanged huntress up in the Northern Territory. The night before my birthday, he brought her to me—just to call off the bond. He looked at me, cold and distant. “Bethel and I both live for the thrill of the night hunt. You're just a greenhouse wolf—soft and sheltered. You’ll never get what makes it all so addictive.” I asked, holding back the hurt, “Did it really have to be today?” He chuckled, “Did breaking a bond require a date on the calendar?” I nodded without arguing. But the next month, we ended up in the same Blood Moon Trial up north. What he didn’t know was—I tasted the rush of the hunt, the heat of blood, and got the champion long before he even came of age. Later, on his birthday, I sealed a life bond with another powerful wolf. He looked at me, red-eyed and hoarse, voice barely his, “Did it have to be today?” I smiled back, “Life bonds need good omens. The moon’s just right tonight.”

I was setting up a weekend shopping list on the tablet my husband had just replaced for our home system. A notification popped up. He had forgotten to log out of a shared, encrypted family calendar— one I didn’t recognize. There was only one unfamiliar profile photo. I tapped it. A list titled “My Little Princess – Personal Notes” filled the screen. My Little Princess doesn’t drink alcohol—only mineral water or herbal tea. No late nights. She needs absolute quiet to sleep. She gets anxious easily—keep fresh white lilies in the house and her favorite vanilla chocolates on hand. I scrolled slowly, my expression unreadable. The final entry was bolded. Highlighted. “Next Wednesday: take my Little Princess to choose her wedding crown.” I closed the screen. Then I picked up my phone and called my husband. “Love,” I said gently. “Does your Little Princess prefer a classic European bridal crown… or something more traditional? I thought I could help you choose.”

Pada tahun 2010, Kanto dibuat tercengang oleh sebuah kasus yang luar biasa fenomenal. Miyamoto Jiruchi, atau MJ, seorang gadis pemandu sorak di salah satu SMA di Kanto telah diculik, diperkosa, dan dibunuh. Keberadaannya tidak diketahui selama bertahun-tahun. Pencarian dikerahkan, penyelidikan disegerakan, tapi tidak membuahkan hasil. Tidak ada bukti yang kuat, tidak ada saksi mata yang mempunyai opini kuat yang bisa dijadikan sebagai bukti. Eren Tatsuya, teman MJ, sekaligus mantan pacarnya, terpaksa diinterogasi. Semua bukti yang diarahkan publik tertuju padanya. Ada alasan yang dapat diterima sebagai bukti kuat untuk membuatnya layak dianggap sebagai tersangka dalam kasus MJ. Hingga akhirnya dia didakwa dengan hukuman mati, meskipun bukti-bukti yang diarahkan padanya belum cukup kuat. Ajin Jaeger, seorang mantan narapidana Shibuya datang ke Kanto dan memberikan sebuah pengakuan yang fenomenal, bahwa dialah pelaku penculikan, pemerkosaan, dan pembunuhan MJ yang sebenarnya. Namun, eksekusi tinggal satu minggu lagi. Lalu bagaimana ia meyakinkan Jaksa, Hakim, dan Juri untuk bisa membatalkan eksekusi Eren Tatsuya sebagai orang yang tidak berhasil dalam kasus ini?

Jax couldn’t believe how it felt to finally touch her the way that he wanted to. She was warm and sweet, and her response was incredible. Total surrender; aching want; hot need. He’d never have guessed that Sarah would give over so completely, and he kissed her over and over again, loving how she tasted. He finally pulled back, fighting with himself to do so. He opened his eyes and saw that hers were still closed. Her mouth was swollen and she trembled against him a bit. He ran his fingers through her curls, brushed her hair back from her gorgeous face. “Open your eyes, baby,” he said, his voice deep and husky. “Look at me.” **** Jax Hamill rebuilt his life on grit, dumb luck, and a refusal to look back. The past is buried. The bar is profitable. The house, truck, and bike are his. So is the no-strings sex in a back room he never plans to clean up. Jax lives for now. Everything is temporary.... until she isn’t. Sarah Matthews is drowning in responsibility. Overworked, overstretched, and painfully single, her life is a color-coded calendar of obligation. She doesn’t need romance. She needs escape....just once. Just long enough to remember who she was before life tightened the leash. Their deal is simple: no future, no promises, no feelings. Just heat. Just fun. Just temporary. Then a ghost from Sarah’s past crashes the fantasy – and turns desire into a battlefield. As Sarah fights to reclaim her life, Jax is forced to face the man he used to be, the man he pretends to be, and the man he might become… if he dares to want something real.