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Book 2: Random Wetness: Blurb: What would you do if, in the middle of a wild party, just trying to dance your heartbreak away over a colleague you secretly crave, then a stranger grabbed you from behind, bent you over so fast and started fucking. Just when you wanted to raise your voice, you started enjoying the pleasure….you leaving you too weak to stand? Yeah. That happened to me. Crushing on the dangerously handsome Kaelon Draven, who doesn’t even know I exist, has driven me to some very reckless choices: Like hiring a smug love doctor to cure my obsession. Like disguising myself as a man just to land a job in his company.

I can see the tremor in her fingers as she grips the hem of her dress. I take a step closer, lowering my voice. “I loved you like a sister. I would’ve fought the world for you. Tell me, Lauren, how did you fake it all those years? Through college, through every late-night talk? How did you smile at me knowing you wanted what I had?” Her lips tremble, but the words come out sharp. “You got what you deserved. You betrayed your mate, and I healed him.” A bitter laugh escapes me before I can stop it. I glance over at where Draven’s standing among the other bikers, his face blank but his shoulders tense. Then I look back at her.

“Not physically, not yet, but just… watching him fall apart piece by piece.” Theo grins. “You mean the way you did to that transfer kid in sophomore year?” I smirk. “Exactly.” Damian leans back, folding his arms. “This Sloane thing—” I cut him a look sharp enough to slice through bone. “What Sloane thing?” He raises a brow, unbothered. “The fake dating. The ‘let’s ruin the ex-best friend and his little plastic girlfriend’ thing.” My jaw flexes. “That’s not what it is.”

Elijah and Lizzy, newly stepsiblings, find themselves drawn to each other's beauty and charm. One night, alone at home, they play a game of truth or dare that quickly escalates into a passionate encounter. They explore each other's bodies, sharing intimate moments and crossing the line into a forbi… ********************** Elijah couldn't believe his luck. Just a week ago, he had been daydreaming about the new girl in school, Lizzy, and now she was his stepsister.

He questioned, amusement shining through his tone. “Damn right!” “We may have to agree to disagree on that, so I think a different story may be better.” He suggested, and I nodded, closing my eyes once again. “You got any ideas? You went on more dates than me.” He wasn’t wrong. I had been invited on my fair share of dates during my time in college. But, little did Zaine known that most of them I had turned down. And the few I did actually go on had been nothing but disasters. Some were serious fails. Definitely nothing you would base a relationship story upon. But, luckily for him, I had watched so many chick-flicks, and read many a romance novel over the years…

“I have nowhere to go, please! I just need a hundred thousand dollars... I don’t mind sleeping with you. I'll do whatever you want.” The stranger didn't even look up as he pulled out a sleek, latest-model iPhone. “Give me your account details,” he commanded flatly. A sudden, sharp spike of pride and desperation flared inside me, and I shook my head fiercely. I couldn't just take it. I was certain I had lost my job at Lux Club tonight anyway. With everything that had happened, I don’t think my boss would take me back. I couldn't bear the crushing weight of being a charity case again, of taking a handout from a god who lived in a completely different universe. I needed this to be a transaction

"Here's my card." ​ Without another word, he opened the door and walked out, leaving me alone in the sudden silence of my room. ​ I sank down onto the edge of my bed, staring at the black card. I knew he had thrown me a massive lifeline last night, and I genuinely wanted to repay his kindness... but a fake relationship with an NHL superstar was just too high of a price. Cole had already destroyed my trust. If I entered a fake relationship with a guy like Ethan, I was definitely going to end up catching real feelings and getting hurt. I couldn't risk my mental health like that.

He supplies without going into details. “Your fiance?” Anders almost laughs at the description. He makes no attempt to correct Mac. “Yes.” He simply answers. His mind drifts to the time when he and Electra were pretending. He can't help but think that time was perfect. They were happy. Even though it was all an act, it all seemed perfect and gleeful. He shakes his head. Reality sucks. Anders suddenly misses their little pretend world. Where everything was perfect. Granny was present. Sick, but present. He had her with him. And Electra, she fit perfectly into her role.

“You know, to make the fake dating look real.” But the photo doesn’t look right. I lean closer, snapping another, then another. Still not good enough. I step carefully over his legs to get a better angle from the left, but my foot catches on a book—and I fall. Right onto his waist. “Shit,” I gasp, nearly dropping my phone. My pulse rockets. His eyes open—wide, confused, then focused on me. “What are you doing?” he asks, voice groggy but sharp. “Taking a picture! For my Instagram—to show people we’re not fake dating!” I blurt out.

With that conviction buoying her stride, Megan rounded the next corner only to pull up short at the sight of the modest storefront just ahead - Quintessential Books & More emblazoned cheerfully across its weathered exterior. Perfect timing. Shifting her sundry parcels once more, she surged forward with a determined gait, bound and determined to accomplish friend's silly errand with peak efficiency. ... I entered the quaint bookstore, the little bell over the door announcing my arrival. My eyes scanned the neatly arranged shelves, searching for Lilly's ridiculous romance novel. A kindly older woman emerged from the back room, smiling at me. "Hello dear, can I help you find anything?" "Yes, ac