Dying Rabbit Calls

I begged Dylan Leveson three hundred and four times to take my dying dad on one last trip out to sea. Guess what? He bailed. I stood on the shore, watching the warmth fade from my dad's body, breath by breath—alone—while Dylan played Romeo in the highlands. Millie Stone—his forever flame—posted a cozy little selfie: [Far from the world, as long as I have you.] I accidentally hit like. Dylan popped up instantly. [How many times have I told you to leave Millie alone? Can't control yourself? We're getting a divorce!] Oh, the classic divorce threat. I'd lost count. [Cool. Divorce it is.]

Right after Suzanne's husband runs away with his mistress, she not only loses her job, but the doctor diagnoses her son with a liver infection. Then her friend Stella linked her up to “Dominic Khan.” Dominic Khan, who is a forty-three-year-old billionaire with no wife or children, requires a decent lady to marry him to bear him an heir and be a stay-at-home wife during the contract marriage. When introduced to Dominic Khan, Suzanne is stunned by all his impediments and erotic expectations but she accepts them. *** But will Dominic accept to take care of Suzanne's dying son? Would he make a single mother with no decent background his wife? What if Suzanne's husband returns? Read on to unravel this rivalry of love, romance, and seduction!

Dmitri is the hybrid alpha of the largest wolf pack in America. From the moment he saw Red when she was still eighteen, he knew she's his mate and watched her in the shadows from then on, guarding her secretly until the right time comes. Red works as a model, an independent woman with no family, and has a cheating boyfriend. The night she broke up with his boyfriend, she was kidnapped, and the next thing she knew she was in a luxurious room with a very handsome man who everyone calls 'Alpha'. He marked her as his mate the same night, but Red believed that he was a crazy supernatural being who wanted to kill her. So, she tried to escape a few times until she gave up. She realized that no matter what she does, she will never escape the grip of the alpha who claims to be waiting for her for long years.

I am a Catalyst. The Spark, the lore calls me. The problem with being a Spark was two-fold. Monsters were drawn to me. And I'd known so many of them that I found myself unable to be intrigued by any normal, human male. I was drawn to those dangerous breeds now, like a moth to flame, how much could I really resist their primal aggression? You'd think that with my time as a Spark, I'd have learned how to recognize each creature. But there were so many, I didn't know where to begin. Every male creature lusted for me, especially the monsters. And I for them. The trick I faced was in trying not to attract every unholy thing I came across. And when I did, in identifying which just wanted to possess me and which might actually kill me. I was clearly failing. On both accounts.

Leona gave Dorian everything. Ten years of loyalty. Ten years of sacrifice. She stood by him when he was nothing, invested in his dreams, silenced her own, and poured every ounce of herself into building the empire he now calls his. All in the name of love. But love wasn’t enough. He repaid her devotion with betrayal. And now? Leona’s done playing the devoted wife. She’s not begging anymore. She’s taking back what’s hers, piece by piece, brick by brick. He thought she would disappear. But Leona’s not just walking away. She’s rising ruthlessly! unstoppable! and hellbent on reclaiming her power, her pride, and the life she was never meant to give up. He built an empire on her back. Now she’s coming to burn it down or take it all.

My husband, Malcolm Thorpe, has low sperm motility. After 33 rounds of IVF, I finally got pregnant. On delivery day, I start hemorrhaging, and the medical team calls for an emergency C-section. Malcolm signs the consent form, then rushes straight back to his childhood sweetheart's birthday party. But instead of starting the C-section, the surgeon says, "Ms. Jacobson, the electronic medical record lists you as single. This consent form isn't valid." I stop breathing for a beat. The happy marriage I believe in turns out to be a sham. Later, Mom and Dad rush in and sign the consent for me. But by then, the baby is gone. The asphyxia lasted too long. After surgery, I scrawl my name on the cremation consent with shaking hands, then dial a number without thinking. "Samuel, are you free now? Meet me in front of City Hall."

When the Moon Goddess marks two souls for the second time, neither expects destiny to lead them back to love. After a brutal attack on her mating day took away her mate, Jasmine never thought she would be happy ever again. Death during childbirth snatched Alpha Maverick's mate from his arms. Maverick vowed never to choose another woman to be his luna and forever stay alone. But when the Moon calls again, their wolves stir… and the impossible happens. They are each other's second chance mates. Torn between fear and longing, duty and desire, they must learn to trust the bond that once destroyed them both. Because the Moon rarely makes the same mistake twice… and this time, love might just be their destiny. Werewolf romance Second chance Contemporary romance Alpha Dominant Grumpy Sunshine Mates Moon goddess Hate to love

Two years after breaking up with Evan Grey, my lung cancer finally reached its final stage. At the end of my life, I dragged my aching body to Lake Manco, where we promised we'd come together on the 999th day of our love. In the end, I was the only one who went. As the doctor's calls came in endlessly, no doubt urging me to return to chemotherapy, I silenced my phone and buried the pendant Evan gave me by the lake. "Evan, maybe this is the last time I'll think of you…" As soon as the words left my mouth, a drop of blood from my nose fell into the sand. Then, from behind me, I heard the voice I'd missed every day for the past three years, "Miss, could you please take a photo of me and my girlfriend?"

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help. At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!” So I did. In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay. Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel.

A year after my divorce, my ex-husband, Harvey Fisher, pings me in a group chat. "This cold war has gone on for long enough. Come home—let's remarry." I reply, "Have you lost your mind?" Everyone in the group chat tries to convince me to take Harvey back. Meanwhile, he asks, "What have you been doing without me in your life?" I turn to look at my current husband, who's putting our child to sleep. I reply, "Recovering after having a child." The group chat members are initially excited, but they instantly fall silent at my words. Harvey angrily calls me countless times, but I ignore him. His mind is not the only thing he's lost—he's also lost the young woman who once loved him more than life itself.