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"Custom demanded that Prince Urban get a love mark tattooed to the side of his left eye as an infant, just like the rest of his people, but to him, the stupid things have only brought on the scorn of his father, the misery of his siblings, and caused his entire kingdom to go broke from fighting so many wars over the irritating ink stains. When Urban’s sister must travel to Donnelly, the kingdom within the sand, for her arranged marriage to align two realms, he goes with her. But he no sooner steps foot inside their castle than his mark starts itching like a son of a bitch, telling him his one true love is near. It just figures, though, that the woman meant for him is completely forbidden. Now he must decide if he should ignore the persistent mark, telling him she's the one, in order to avoid a possible war between kingdoms, or if he should discover whether she's worth risking everything for so they can be together. Either way, his life gets sucked into chaos with threats of beheadings, dark magic lurking, castle traitors scheming, and sword fights eminent. Who knew one little tattoo could cause so much trouble? (ONE TRUE LOVE is the author’s first attempt at a fantasy romance. Please forgive her; she might’ve read an overabundance of Cassandra Gannon, Sarah J. Maas, and Eve Langlais books, then gone off to watch too many episodes of Supernatural, Game of Thrones, and Outlander, because this was the outcome.)"

20 years after the death of her father, Zeiah has grown up without knowing the true identity of her mother. She was raised by her mother Althea like an ordinary girl. Until one night when they were attacked by a gigantic monster that she had never seen in her entire life. Someone discovered their existence and her mother did her best to protect her. Clueless about the events unfolding in front of her Zeiah managed to escape without her mom but before that, she was instructed to go into the kingdom of Zeurion and head directly into the Rayon castle to find the person that could help her. She thought bringing herself in the City of Zeurion and finding her mom's true identity would be the last thing she would do to fulfill every question that keeps on crashing into her mind but unfortunately, she was wrong because stepping inside of Zeurion's City will be a matter of choice between her fate and love. What would she do? Zeiah has a choice but whatever it is, would it bring a great change into her life especially when the battle begins?

This book is a Standalone, you don't have to read the first two to relate to what happened, though I do recommend it. Book Three of the Bloodlust Series “Is this some kind of joke?” Kiara asked frowning in confusion, waking up in the familiar podium where she once grew up watching people die in front of her as she herself fought for her own life. “I don’t know, but I don’t like this” Richard said from beside Kiara. The two were trying to process how they even got here to begin with. People around them started coming to their senses as they woke up inside the podium. “Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to The Bloodlust Games, The final chapter” ************************* Re-entering the Bloodlust games was never an option in Kiara’s life. But when revenge is on the line and both she and Richard are forced into them, they have nothing to do but survive, for it was either play and live. Or die…

Blair has always been a foreigner. A lone wolf without a home, abandoned by her elder sister and left to survive on her own. Despite the gravity of her situation. She finds a place in the pack and falls in love with Alpha Jayce, becoming his Luna. But when Blair returns home with the amazing news of her pregnancy. She discovers the worst betrayal, her sister was in bed with Jayce. Heartbroken and despaired, Blair’s confrontation with them only leads to further humiliation. As Jayce heartlessly strips her of her title as Luna and installs her sister in her place, furthering the pain in Blair's heart. Pushed down the stairs by her sister in a cruel act of jealousy. Blair loses her unborn child. Broken in body and spirit, she is reduced to the status of a common maid and forced to live in agony. But in her blackest night, Blair’s wolf spirit Angel visits her. Offering strength and guidance. With Angel’s aid, Blair begins a journey of healing and self-revelation. d She's determined to rise above the evil that surrounds her. Through determination, courage, valiance, and the bond with her wolf. Blair will reclaim her rightful stead and exact justice on those who despitefully used her.

A los siete años, papá llevó a casa a una mujer hermosa y fue ella quien me regaló una caja de mangos. Ese mismo día, mamá me vio comerlos con tanto gusto. Firmó los papeles del divorcio sin decir nada y, poco después, se lanzó del edificio. Desde entonces, el mango se convirtió en la pesadilla que me acompañaría toda la vida. Por eso, el día de mi boda le dije a mi esposo, Héctor Preciado, que si algún día quería divorciarse, solo tenía que regalarme un mango. Él me abrazó sin responder y, desde ese momento, el mango también se volvió su tabú. Cinco años después de casarnos, en Nochebuena, su amiga de la infancia dejó un mango sobre su escritorio. Ese día, Héctor anunció que cortaba toda relación con Violeta Sánchez y la despidió de la empresa. Y ahí sí creí, sin dudarlo, que él era el hombre indicado para mí. Hasta que, seis meses después, regresé del extranjero tras cerrar un trato de cien millones de dólares. En la cena de celebración, Héctor me pasó una bebida. Y, cuando ya me había tomado la mitad del vaso, Violeta, la mujer a la que había despedido de la empresa, apareció detrás de mí con una sonrisa provocadora y preguntó en tono despreocupado: —¿Está bueno el jugo de mango? Me giré para mirar a Héctor con incredulidad. Él apenas contenía la risa. —No te enojes —dijo—. Violeta insistió en que te hiciera esta broma. —No te di un mango, solo jugo de mango. Luego añadió, como si nada: —Pero, creo que Violeta tiene razón: que no comas mango es una manía tuya. —Mira lo feliz que estabas tomándolo hace un momento. Mi expresión se endureció. Levanté la mano, le arrojé el resto del jugo en el rostro y me di media vuelta para irme. Porque hay cosas con las que no se bromea. El mango no lo es. Y mi decisión de divorciarme, tampoco.

Solara Hale thought she could handle heartbreak. Being the contract lover of Alpha Lucas Blackwood was never meant to end with real feelings—but she fell for him anyway. And when he shattered her heart, accusing her of being a gold digger, she swore never to look back. Until the masquerade ball. Until the stranger who claimed her like no one ever had. Until she discovered that stranger was Damon Blackwood—Lucas’s dangerous, powerful uncle. Now Solara is caught between two Alphas: one who destroyed her and one who consumes her. Lucas wants her back, obsessed enough to betray his own pack. Damon wants to own her, body and soul, though the ghosts of his past still haunt him. And Nyra Brooks, Lucas’s fated mate, will stop at nothing to ruin her. Torn between loyalty, desire, and survival, Solara must choose: the Alpha who broke her heart, or the one powerful enough to shatter her world. But in Mooncrest, love is war… and only the strongest survive.

She was but a student, yet obliged to marry a man she had never met, for the sake of family. But this so-called husband cavorted daily with different women - and that was fine. Yet he still pestered her from time to time, laying hands on her improperly - clearly taking advantage! She dared not provoke, but flee she could. How bold of his mistress to brazenly visit their home. Well! This suited her own ends, giving them space as she retreated to her little nest, blissful in its coziness. Yet he barged in, occupying her bed. What vile man! Claiming he couldn't sleep without her - likely story! His company never lacked for women. Just as expected - a man's word is worthless. One moment embracing her, the next canoodling other women. She must keep her distance! Best they never meet again in this life!

Eu carreguei o filhote do meu companheiro destinado. O filhote do Alfa Seth. Mas por doze anos, ele se recusou a me aceitar. Eu era seu segredo. Sua curandeira pessoal. Nada mais. Ele nunca sequer permitiu que nosso filho, Leo, o chamasse de "pai". Tudo porque ele odiava que o destino tivesse escolhido uma companheira "impura" como eu. Ele alegou que eu o drogara, que eu o prendi com uma criança. Ele faltou ao Primeiro Uivo de nosso filho por causa de outra mulher. Uma Beta poderosa chamada Sarah. Aquilo foi a gota d'água. Eu o rejeitei. Peguei nosso filho e fugi. Dizem que o orgulhoso Alfa enlouqueceu. Que a dor da rejeição o destruiu, e que ele nos caçou como um louco. Mas não há volta. Não há perdão.

A forced excursion to the bottom of the world could only end in one way. Disaster For Fantasy Oliovenko, a young and beautiful State Department Agent, life was swiftly becoming one emerging horror stacked upon another and yet to her own horror the last of her spiritual tests in an uncertain future was becoming more of a possessing passion than it was a pain to bare. He'd come from the forest to save her. He meant to mate her – own her – utterly possess her. Sometimes the hardest part of giving into the path that God has for one makes no sense at the moment of its emerging inception. For Fantasy the struggle to believe is as hard as her inability to surrender and yet life while it remains gives ample time for both. Time is ticking though, and the rapacious bite of monsters that take no prisoners are ever eager to take advantage of a fool's demise.

I carried my fated mate’s pup. Alpha Seth’s pup. But for twelve years, he refused to claim me. I was his secret. His personal healer. Nothing more. He never even let our son, Leo, call him “Dad.” All because he hated that fate chose an “impure” mate like me. He claimed I drugged him, that I trapped him with a child. He ditched our son's First Howl for another woman. A powerful Beta named Sarah. That was the last straw. I rejected him. I took our son and ran. They say the proud Alpha lost his mind. That the pain of rejection tore him apart, and he hunted us like a madman. But there’s no going back. There is no forgiveness.