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I served three years in federal prison for the Don's precious Sophia, and then he suddenly fell for me. The day he came to pick me up, he had a sapphire necklace ready, the kind I'd begged him for once and never got. I dropped it onto the back seat without a second glance. His expression darkened. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't take it out on things." I smiled. "Three years inside taught me never to keep anything valuable on me. It would only bring trouble." He swallowed hard and pulled me close. "That's over now. You have me. Whatever you want, I'll get it for you." I pushed him back. "Then give me my wedding ring." I'd told him once: if the day ever came that I was leaving, I'd take that ring with me. Three years had been more than enough to kill whatever love I had left.

'The Devil’s Moon' is a gritty, sexy second-chance romance packed with fierce chemistry, biker drama, and the kind of love that refuses to stay buried. When Frank 'Cole' Porter went to prison, he lost more than his freedom... he lost the only woman he’d ever loved. Nala Freeman vanished without a trace, driven away by threats meant to keep her far from the world of the Road Devils MC. Cole spent years believing she’d abandoned him. Nala spent those same years doing whatever it took to survive… and protect the life she’d built away from him. Now, danger from a rival MC has dragged them back into each other’s orbit, and the sparks between them burn hotter than ever. Cole wants answers. Nala wants to keep her carefully buried secrets hidden. But with enemies closing in and old wounds ripping open, resisting each other becomes impossible. In a world ruled by loyalty, violence, and revenge, love might be the most dangerous risk of all.

When my mother first told me about the arranged marriage, Noah Parker lowered his head and kissed me, pulling me closer as we became tangled together. After a haze of passion, he carried me into the bathroom. Warm water streamed over my skin, but his words sent a chill straight through me, as if I'd fallen into an icy pit. "Go home. And don't come looking for me here again." I thought he'd seen the text and was jealous, so I quickly clung to him and swore, "I won't marry anyone else—" His smile stayed, but the heat in his eyes cooled into something distant. "But I'm getting married." He brushed back my messy hair, ignoring how my body trembled under his touch. "My fiancée is gentle and kind—nothing like you. She’d never throw herself at her foster brother like that. We've already set a date. If you keep clinging to me like this, she'll be upset with me."

In my last life, the System let my parents swap my SAT scores with my twin's. I was always top of my class—until I magically bombed with a 640. Amelia Everton? Scored a perfect 1520, like she'd earned it. The internet went nuts. Everyone called me a fraud. My parents played innocent on TV, said I'd been cheating for years. Every college ghosted me. Then they kicked me out. I froze to death alone. Not this time. I'm taking it all back—every last thing they stole.

My twin sister Elena and I were mated to the Alpha twins. Only the first pup born between my sister and me would become the pack’s Alpha heir. My sister got pregnant a month before me and she was supposed to give birth to the heir first, but I went into labor prematurely a month early. But when I was about to give birth, I chose to sit in a chamber filled with special potions that suppresses contractions. Because in my previous life, my Alpha mate Marcus had dragged me into wolfsbane-laced water to delay my labor. In the end, both my pup and I had died there. The agony had been unbearable. I'd sobbed and pleaded, begging him to explain why he was doing this to me. But he'd ignored my cries completely. All he cared about was rushing Elena to the pack's birthing den. "My brother Gabriel died saving my life," he'd snarled at me then. "The only way to honor that blood debt is to ensure his child becomes the pack heir. You can resent Elena all you want on any other day, but not today. Just hold on a little longer." "This is a special potion. You'll be safe and sound. Trust me!" Safe？ I'd suffered in that basement chamber for an entire day and night. My child suffocated in my womb while the wolfsbane poisoning consumed me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the day of my labor. This time, I have to save myself.

I used to be a top ballet dancer. The year I was diagnosed with a spinal hemangioma, my boyfriend Julian Blackwood said, "Wherever you go, I go." We'd been together three years. He walked beside me as I went, step by step, from the most luminous dancer on that stage to a woman in a wheelchair. Every time the nerve pain hit and I collapsed, he was the one who lifted me off the floor. Every round of electrostim and acupuncture, he sat in the corridor outside the therapy room and waited for me to come out. Before I got sick, he promised me—the night I finished my final performance of Swan Lake, we'd sign the marriage license. He'd bought tickets for that show three months in advance. I never stood on that stage again. And the marriage license never came up. Until the morning I noticed the collar of his white dress shirt carried a smudge of lipstick that wasn't mine. I heard him on the balcony. A woman's voice on the other end. "Mr. Blackwood, you left your jacket at the hotel last night. I'll bring it over." I stared at that smear of red, and something in me snapped. I laughed. "Send me to Westbrook. The locked-down rehab facility. I don't want to drag you down anymore." Something flickered in his eyes—a brief, animal panic. Then he nodded. He thought I meant rest. He didn't know I'd already signed the papers to donate my body to science. I was going there to die.

My aunt says I don’t belong at Blackthorn University. That girls like me don’t earn scholarships without giving something in return. I told myself I’d prove her wrong, that I'd keep my head down, follow the rules, and survive. But at a school like this, rumours spread faster than truth and now I’m one accusation away from losing everything. So when Adrian Laurent offers me a way out, I say yes. Even though everyone at Blackthorn knows one thing about him: Nothing he does is ever harmless.

Ophelia Cole thought she knew how her life would go; marry Luca Dawson, the boy she’d loved since childhood, and finally have the future she’d waited for. But when she visits him in rehab, Luca looks her in the eye and tells her the truth: he doesn’t love her anymore… and he loves someone else. Shattered, Ophelia tries to rebuild herself while staying close to the family that has always felt like home. But closeness brings complication, especially in the form of Damian Dawson, Luca’s older brother. Quiet where Luca was loud, controlled where Luca was reckless, Damian becomes an unexpected comfort in her heartbreak. A stolen glance. A moment held too long. A chemistry she shouldn’t feel. Ophelia knows falling for Damian is forbidden. Damian knows wanting her is wrong. But heartbreak makes her vulnerable, and years of hidden feelings make him dangerous. And when Luca returns, regretful and wanting her back— Ophelia finds herself caught between the man she thought she’d love forever… and the brother she was never meant to want.

Jessica Harper has t⁠he lif⁠e most women dream of—a loving husband, Co​nrad, and a spirited six-y‍e⁠ar-old s‍o‍n. Her da⁠ys‍ are filled with s‌tability, comfort, and‌ t‍he quiet satisfaction⁠ of a⁠ life well-lived. But the pas​t ha​s a way o‍f re​sur‌facing. W​hen Stefan—the man who once ignited her wild⁠est desires—suddenly reappears, old memori​es an​d forbidde⁠n c‍ravings thr‌eat⁠en t‍o⁠ unravel the life Jess​ica ha​s built. As she navigates l⁠ing‌erin‌g passion, marital loyal⁠ty, and the c‌ompl‌exities of desire, ev⁠ery choic⁠e becomes⁠ a d⁠a​ngerous balancing act. Conr‍a​d senses the⁠ s​t‌orm⁠ brewing, and when s‍ecrets, o⁠bsessions, and u‌nexpected e‍nco‌unters c‍ollide, Jessic‍a must confront the‌ truths she’s buri‌ed and‍ decide what sh⁠e‍ truly wants. Can love surv⁠ive temp​ta​tion, or will the past destroy everything?

Cocky, arrogant, and dropped dead gorgeous: That described my boss, Mr. Craft, to a T. His thick hair, cold blue eyes and strong jaw held power in a conference meeting, causing women to melt in his presence. I’ve wanted to confront him on his stubborn attitude and critical demands for employees. I’d bitten my tongue in many scenarios and held in my true feelings over a dozen times. Keeping the peace was necessary until I had enough experience under my belt to move onto bigger and better things. The only problem was; Craft Marketing was the bigger and better, and the longer I stuck it out with him, meant more opportunities would arise. I’d been the only female intern to land a job directly under him, and was also the only one who hadn’t slept with him. I knew he was promiscuous with the tall and leggy blondes that breezed into his office looking immaculate, then scurried back out with mussed hair, flushed cheeks, and unbuttoned blouses. I'd ignore the magnetic pull of chemistry and curiosity between us. Unless it came to my advantage.