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A year ago, Cecilia had met her mate at the funeral of her father and three brothers. He was Vahn Bollen, the Alpha of the Thorn Pack. A year later, Vahn returned from the battlefield, announcing he would marry another woman. "You can continue as Luna, but I'll be marrying Freeda. Once you're pregnant with my cub, I won't touch you again," he said. "I would never accept such a shameless request," Cecilia replied.

One kiss saved his life. Another might destroy them both. Camilla, a talented pastry chef with a troubled past, never imagined that a chance encounter at a costume party would entangle her with Alessandro, the city's most feared mafia boss. As their worlds collide over cupcakes and gunshots, they find themselves drawn into a dangerous dance of secrets and desire. But when Alessandro chooses love over family legacy, the delicate balance of power in the criminal underworld begins to crumble. Now, with enemies closing in from all sides, Camilla must decide: Will she betray the man she's grown to love, or risk everything to save him in a world where trust comes at a deadly price?

Lena has always felt like something inside her is waiting — watching. On the night of a rare blood moon, that feeling claws its way out when a rogue wolf pack attacks her small town. She survives… but only because Kael, a powerful alpha from a rival pack, claims her as his fated mate. The problem? Lena was secretly involved with Ronan, Kael’s ambitious second-in-command, who believes he should be alpha. As Lena struggles with her violent transformation and the overwhelming pull of the mate bond, pack politics explode. Rogues are gathering under a mysterious leader who seems to know Lena’s past — and wants her alive.

Solce Borromeo is a blood slave. Blood slavery is selling one's life, body or blood to a royal vampire which is common in the Kingdom of Doria. She has to do it in order to save herself from poverty and thirst. During the auction, she was sold to Lord Minir—a vampire Lord who is known for his killings when it comes to blood slaves. Things got worse when Solce found out that being vampire hunter runs in her blood. But fate has always been a bully to those who are trying so hard to live. What will she do when he'll fall in love with her? "I am a slave to your blood. No one can have you unless it is me."

Layla is on a college trip to Rome when she bumps into a dominating force. His name is Atreus and Layla is immediately drawn to his dangerous smile and intoxicating gaze. Little does Layla know that Atreus carries a dark secret. He is drawn to her for one reason: her blood and hers alone. His only goal is to free himself from his curse and Layla needs to be his willing sacrifice. Through this story of thirst and desire, Layla is pushed to her limit and challenged on how far she would go to satiate the man that she is falling for.Is she willing to die to break the blood curse?***He brought that beautiful mouth to her lips, but only teased her with a whisper of a kiss. He then ducked his head to the juncture of her neck. She gasped as the sharpness of his teeth grazed her throat. "I finally found you," he whispered in a hungry growl, before capturing her neck in his mouth.The Blood Curse is created by Tiffany Nyx, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

She tasted like heaven. "Touch me please," she moaned into my ears as I kissed her earlobe. "Patient my sweet," I said to her. "Only good things comes to those who wait." **** Samara. She was not his. Though he had a mate, he still desperately hungered for her. What was in her that drew him? What was it that called him to her? And though he was a man who commanded people and power in abundance, Samara was an existence that he would never understand. **** Michael. He was not hers and he could never be. She was a cursed werewolf, bearing a four century old curse. Why on earth did he want her? He was the supreme Alpha and he had a very beautiful mate. Who was she that he hankered for her? Who was she that he sought her time and time again for his bed? And who was she to be able to resist the charm and elegance that was his?

For four hundred years, Lucian has stood as the Sovereign lord of a vast, 150,000-acre sanctuary in the Scottish Highlands, guarding the hidden gateways to the ancient Elven and fairy realms. But centuries of brutal warfare and deep isolation have taken their toll. Fading, weary, and resigned to a slow, reclusive death, the legendary vampire king is ready to let his kingdom crumble into dust. ​Then comes Rebecca. ​A brilliant human scholar with a fierce wit and an unmatched knowledge of history, Rebecca arrives at the castle to catalog its ancient archives. Instead, she uncovers the spark that brings the dying king back to life. When the catastrophic power of the mate bond snaps tight, Lucian is fully resurrected—and not a moment too soon. ​A ruthless corporate front, backed by Malakai—Lucian’s tyrannical, estranged blood brother—is executing a cold-blooded land grab to seize the glen. Malakai thinks he is stealing a ruined estate from a dying hermit. Instead, he faces a resurrected King and a fierce new Queen who can dismantle a multi-million-dollar corporate empire with a single history book. ​As modern machinery clashes with ancient magic, the battle for the battlements begins. Backed by fierce wolf shifters, a powerful Seer, and an Ethereal elemental commander, Lucian and Rebecca must unleash the full fury of the glen to protect their people, their sanctuary, and a love destined to rewrite history.

She is so scared of life itself, people call her a weirdo, she’s sick; she’s epileptic, she doesn’t even have a friend as everybody seem to be against her. The only place she finds solace is in a story she writes, she loves it because that is where she finds control, the only thing that obeys her command anytime, any day. Then out of the blues, her story begins to haunt her. She could be hallucinating, but it seemed so real. The worst part is that every of the characters in her story want her to themselves, they are powerful, mysterious, wealthy, strong, connected and blood thirsty. Lurking in the darkness was her fears, and out of it came the most hideous of all her characters. Looking her straight in the eye he said, ”welcome to our world, BLOOD LIVES HERE!”... You don’t wanna miss this action/crime thriller… Silence, Suspense, Love, Guilt, Betrayal, BLOOD….

Selene Duskbane, is the last daughter of a cursed bloodline. Every few generations, a Duskbane woman is claimed by the heir of the Veyrath werewolves, bound by an unbreakable mark. These women always die in childbirth, while the heir loses part of his humanity and succumbs to the beast. The curse has weakened the Veyrath line for centuries. When Selene is marked by Dorian Veyrath, the cold and ruthless heir, she is dragged into his fortress. He doesn’t love her, nor does he even want a mate but he needs her. She is the only one who might survive the curse and break it, restoring his kingdom’s strength. Selene resists him fiercely, even as the bond burns in her blood and betrays her body. But in resisting, she discovers something neither expected, her defiance may be the key to breaking the curse.

The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov, Bratva, like I was a contract clause. I said no at the altar. Loud enough for everyone to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri didn’t even blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent, in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity, after I saw another girl get caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.