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The doctor said my husband Ethan had dual personality. His primary personality was gentle and devoted. His alter — "Axel" — was reckless and wild. In five years of marriage, every time Axel surfaced, he'd fall for a different woman. Each time, I'd have to pull out our marriage certificate, walk him through our love story from the beginning, just to bring Ethan back. This time, Axel had set his sights on the new dance instructor. I dropped what I was doing at work, ready to go collect him from the psychiatrist's office — same as always. But outside the treatment room, I heard him on the phone with one of his buddies, laughing: "What can I say — I'm a hell of an actor. Five years and she still hasn't caught on." "Besides, why settle for the wife at home when there's so much more fun out there?" The panic I'd been feeling went very, very still. I pulled up my lawyer's number and texted him: Get the divorce papers ready.

Cali is a werewolf/witch Hybrid whose parents were killed when she was five but she was rescued by witches who raised her amid a growing war with a nearby Pack who are responsible for her parents death. When one night she sees the witches antagonise the pack she realised things may not be as they seem and everything she was told is a lie. What will happen when she goes looking for the truth.

After five years in a secret relationship with my boss, Eric handed my hard work to his childhood sweetheart, Shelly. Suddenly, they were the perfect power couple. And me? Just the girl he kept hidden. He never even looked my way. So why was I still holding on? One phone call later, I was done. Time to leave—and see what else was out there.

Five years ago, I left my husband a note. Three sentences. A returned bracelet. A door closing softly at 4am. He told me to get rid of our baby. I got rid of him instead. Now he’s sitting across my boardroom table in the city I built for myself, looking for the woman he married. She’s gone. What’s left is stronger.

When I was seventeen, someone stabbed me in the womb, leaving me unable to have children for the rest of my life. My husband promised he would love me forever. Still, after just five years of marriage, he cheated on me with the very person responsible for my injury. They even had a child together, and he wanted me to divorce him so she could replace me.

Elaine never thought of going back after having to leave the city after her husband's betrayal without looking back. Five years later, she returns due to her father's insistence that she be present at the party. Has she moved on from the past? How will she face her ex-husband and stepsister, who broke her trust? Will the truth about her giving birth be discovered?

As I looked into my daughter's deep blue eyes, I knew I would protect her with everything that I had. Those same eyes were looking at me today over the boardroom table at our finance meeting. It was as if they were looking right through me. And the face that I would never be able to forget... The one I chose from a catalogue to be my sperm donor five years ago...

He's her worst enemy. His family took everything from her. He is the source of her downfall. She seeks vengeance. She swore she was going to ruin him, but she accidentally slept with him and now she has his child. She ran away from him, but he found her after five years and now he wants her child to gain his inheritance.

Eidolon Avenue: Where the secretly guilty go to die. One building. Five floors. Five doors per floor. Twenty-five nightmares feeding the hunger lurking between the bricks and waiting beneath the boards. The sequel to Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast (“a great read...powerful and jarring” - Cemetery Dance) returns to the voracious Eidolon as it savors The Second Feast. A narcoleptic man in apartment 2A battles a vengeful past determined to rob him of everything as he runs from the barbaric disaster of a delusional love. A woman in 2B, reinventing herself to please a callous boyfriend, discovers the horrors that wait in the shadows of her self-renovation. The man in 2C, a teacher at the nearby Catholic girl’s school, collapses beneath the brutal consequences of his lecherous desires. An older woman in 2D, after decades dedicated to the church, is cornered at last by the grisly carnage beating at the hollow center of her faith. And a college student in 2E, hungry to escape an ignored life of invisible anonymity, finds herself captured between the pages of a ravenous book. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every drop of spilled blood, every silent, complicit moment of cowardice is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Finding love is supposed to be easy. You turn twenty-one and you scent your mate and the rest falls into place. Well, for most people. But not for me. No, I was rejected the second we discovered we were mates. Now five years later I have moved on and here he is once more. Not to claim me and make me his, nope. Maverick is here to take me to be courted by his boss, the Alpha of Alpha’s. The worst part? Maverick has only gotten more attractive over the years and his eyes are saying a hell of a lot more than his sealed lips. Lips I fully intend to get answers from. Two words: Tatum Rhodes. My best friend's little sister, my ex mate. The very last person I want to be picking up to deliver to my Alpha as his potential chosen mate. Rumor is second chance mates aren’t a thing, I can believe that. But they also say once the mate bond is broken so is the attraction. And that I can confirm with certainty is bullshit, because I feel like I just found the fucking sun after five years of living in a dungeon.