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Tall, handsome and dangerous. That is how Willow Jones would describe the Lycan King, Kane Madden. Willow is a witch who came here to investigate her aunt's death. But her path leads to the Lycan King, and the fire ignites immediately. Kane wants to love her, but God plays a cruel game. He already has a mate. Kane vows to never mark Willow, never claim her as his mate, and in an act of sheer desperation tries to run away from her. But The Fates that weaved events to bring them together in the first place are not that easily defied, and soon Willow finds her way back into his life. *** "What do you want from me?”he asks. "Do you want to be my little piece on the side? Hm?--" he narrows his eyes at me --"do you want my mark? Be my hidden mate? Or do you want me to abjure my mate and take you instead?” "What? Did I say any of that? No! I mean--” "You don't get it do you?--”he throws the plates in the sink, shattering them --"Don't you think I want my mate? That I want to feel whole for the first time in thirteen years? If I thought we could make it work somehow, I'd mark you in a heartbeat." ** Cover Designed by GetCovers **

"How much for one night?" He asked and she felt tears forming in her eyes due to the humiliation. "Leave me!" She said angrily, trying to free herself from his grip. He chuckled humorously seeing her fruitless action. "Don't act innocent baby. I know how you orphans sleep your way up." He said and jerked her towards him. Tears ran down her cheeks hearing him. She felt humiliated! He brought his face dangerously close to hers and whispered in her ear, "Name your price for one night and submit yourself to me." "I said leave me! I am not-" "Drop the act. I can give you any amount you ask for. Just one night and it will be over." Saying he nuzzled his face in her neck. *** Killian Sullivan. A twenty-two years old man with rage running deep in his veins, eyes looking down at everyone and heart full of hatred for others. A sadist who enjoys others' pain and suffering. He has got everything he wanted- Money, fame, power and girls. That is until a girl refused to sleep with him and he took it as a challenge. Amara. A seventeen year old orphan (soon turning eighteen) with dreams in her eyes, lips spread into a smile and heart full of love. Her life was going smoothly until one day she met with the devil who destroyed her Completely. What will happen when Amara slapped Killian in front of everyone and he decides to get revenge on her? What will happen when they both hate each other with their guts but are forced to be in a contract marriage? How did a mere slap result in a contract marriage? Will love blossom between them or will the sins of Killian overshadow their relationship? Read the story to find out!

What I thought was fictional turned out to be real, and I eventually fell under the spell of the two beasts that shifted under the moon. Meet Jasper, the young man who lives next door and whom I trust the most. Then I met Damon, one of my class's most mesmerizing and strange students. They aren't just good-looking teens because they have a secret that only I know. And knowing their secret is what will put me in danger. The closer I get to them, the more dangerous it is for me. The moon will show what kind of creature they are. And what are they? It's a secret!

My fiancée is a forensic doctor, and I'm a detective in the major crimes unit. I love her more than life itself, but she only cares about her first love. To help him wash his hands of a murder, she helps him deal with a corpse. What she doesn't know is that it's my corpse. When she learns the truth, she breaks down…

A collection of short, tantalizing tales that explore the intimate and forbidden. From secret rendezvous to unexpected passions, each story offers a seductive escape into a world where desire knows no limits. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. Perfect for those who crave a quick, steamy read.

The crowd starts a countdown to midnight like New Year’s Eve. I close my eyes and smile, holding Liam’s hand tightly. Everyone yells “ONE!” and cheers. I open my eyes and see the iridescent liquid light of the full moon pouring out of the giant orb flowing down over us. People around us ooh and ahh at the beautiful sight.  When the first rays of moonlight cascade over my skin, I feel a heat inside me turn into a burning fire. I gasp and look up at Liam. He looks at me with wide, surprised eyes. “Mate,” he murmurs and squeezes my hand tighter. It isn’t a comforting feeling. There are no sparks like people describe when they touch their mate. Maybe it takes a few minutes to develop. I smile and try to admire Liam, but I don't want to say it back. Nothing feels different. I still love him, but he’s not the one. Liam is looking at me, but it isn’t a look of true love. It’s lustful and carnal. I feel a pit in my stomach. Liam isn’t my mate. How can this be? And how was he able to call me his mate if he’s not mine? “Zara,” a woman’s voice says in my head, “My name is Lavender. I’m your wolf and you’re in grave danger, my dear. You need to run. You need to run now. Your life depends on it.” “My… wolf?” With everything that happened the past couple of hours, I forgot she was waking up. “L-Lavender, what’s happening? What do you know?” Lavender repeats her order. “Zara, you need to run. I can explain later. I’m so sorry this is happening to you, sweet girl.”

"I'm gay." My eyes grow so big as I stop breathing, but two seconds later I'm bursting with laughter. "Okay funny," I finally tone down my laugh as I bring myself to look at him again. But he is still staring at me like he had been when he told me that joke. "Wait," uhh, "Really?" He nods, "Really." "You like... guys?" "I fuck guys." Oh wow, you really can't have it all can you. When he checks all the boxes, suddenly there's this big box he doesn't. The most important box, the top on the list. "You're gay or bi?" Because there's a big difference between those two. "I'm gay." "You never fuck a woman?" "I've never fucked a woman." "Then why the hell would you want me to be your sugar baby? To watch you fuck another man's butthole?" He smirks despite my little mockery. "Oh now it's funny?" "It is," he is still smirking, "But no. It's the opposite of what I wanna do." I bring my arms across my chest as I reply in my all-business tone, "Enlighten me." *** 22 year old Estelle is one of the best sugar babies the agency has ever had. She has the whole package, no dick ever gone soft seeing how perfect she is, both her body and personality. But can she sway Owen into the heterosexual group? After being in that homo-pool all this while?

Initially I had a secret crush on my bestfriend's dad and I decided to keep my virginity for him. But after having a taste of him, I can't seem to stay satisfied. I want more and there are many men willing to please me. What should I do? After all, I'm already a sinner.

At age 5, I met you. Understood that I was born to marry you. You were silent, you were shy. But I managed to make you be my friend. At age 13, I fell in love with you. I loved your cheeky smile. I loved the way I am the only person you rely on.At age 17, I became yours and promised myself to you. I pledged to wait for you no matter how long. You were sweet, caring, and treated me like I'm the only woman in your world. At age 18, you left. Moving to another country to meet the future that you are born to. I waited but you hardly called. At age 25, you came back for me, but you're not the man I knew. From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. It was okay. Everything was great. I loved him as we played on the playgrounds, as we watched grow up- and he loved me. Suddenly, he left with his father to go to Italy leaving me behind for seven years, he came back but he wasn't the same.From the day I was born, I was meant to be his. I was happy to be his. But he was no longer the man who I was betrothed to.

Unloved. Unwanted. Abandoned. Those words have followed Kayla since birth. Abandoned by her pack as a pup and left for dead in the woods she was taken in by the Cedar Wood pack. Raised as their servant and deemed a runt too weak to hunt with the pack, her life is one of servitude and that's all it'll ever be. That's all she's worth. Or at least that's what people keep telling her. So why does the visiting Alpha of the most powerful pack ever to roam the land keep looking at her and what is he whispering about?