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What’s more embarrassing than a butt dial? Butt dialing your boss… And leaving a dirty voicemail when you’re uhh… “thinking” about them. Working as Ruslan Oryolov’s personal assistant is the job from hell. After a long day spent tending to the billionaire’s every whim, I need some stress relief. So when I get home that night, that’s exactly what I do. Problem is, my thoughts are still stuck on the bosshole who’s ruining my life. That’s fine—because of all Ruslan’s many sins, being gorgeous might be the most dangerous. Tonight, fantasies of him are just what I need to push me over the edge. But when I look down at my phone squished next to me, There it is. A voicemail for 7 minutes and 32 seconds… Sent to Ruslan Oryolov. I panic and throw my phone across the room. But there is no undoing the damage done by my very vocal O. So what can I do? My plan was to just avoid him and act like it never happened. Besides, no one that busy checks their voicemails, right? But when he schedules a one-on-one meeting with me for exactly 7 minutes and 32 seconds, One thing is for certain: He. Heard. Everything.

What's worse than being dragged to a wedding? Finding out the groom is your ex. And he’s still not over you. Yulian Lozhkin was crafted by the Good Lord Himself. Stormy-gray eyes. GQ stubble. Cheesegrater abs. Too bad he's one of the most dangerous, powerful men in the city. He needs a fake fiancé to seal the deal that will crown him king. And I need his help to get my son the special care he needs. So I make a deal to be his date for the night. But imagine my surprise when we arrive at the ceremony and I see who's getting married... MY EX. And as the wedding unfolds, I realize just how not over me he is. I broke up with him for good reason. Namely, he’s a terrible person. Him awkwardly hitting on me in front of his wife-to-be explains it all. But Yulian needs to close this deal and stay. And I can suck it up for one night for my son’s well-being. Which brings me to maybe the worst moment of my entire life… When the pastor asks, “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?” And my ex says, “No… I want HER instead.”

The Crescent moon pack has been isolated from the world for nearly three years after an internal coup. No one has heard anything since the border’s shut. The Werewolf King has had enough and ordered his Alpha to find out the pack's secrets. Alpha Cyrus, nephew to the King and next in line for the throne is becoming increasingly frustrated. The King insists on choosing a mate so Cyrus can take the throne. Cyrus knows the King won’t give up the power that easily. Cyrus dutifully travels to the Crescent Moon pack expecting a routine audit. He soon realises his trip will change everything. Walking into the border, he meets none other than his mate, but she doesn’t seem to realise it and is too close with a different Alpha. The more time Cyrus spends on the pack the more it’s dark past comes to light. Will his mate feel the bond? Will old debts rip the pack apart? Who is this Alpha Fin that isolated the pack? And why is the King so determined the pack opens their borders again?

Di dunia yang dikendalikan oleh kekuasaan, dog tag adalah kutukan. Sena, seorang anak yang dipaksa menjadi senjata, bertemu dengan Chalista, seorang gadis yang hidupnya terancam. Cinta tumbuh di antara mereka, tetapi takdir memiliki rencana lain. Mampukah mereka melawan kekuatan gelap yang ingin memisahkan mereka? Atau, akankah cinta mereka menjadi pengorbanan terakhir dalam permainan berbahaya ini?

I had been working as a part-time male escort for a while. My relationships with clients had always stayed strictly online. One day, I got a request from a woman who had just gone through a breakup. Her voice reminded me of a female streamer I really liked. She eagerly invited me to meet her in person. After a lot of hesitation, I agreed to it. We started talking more often, but then, she suddenly disappeared. When she showed up again, she seemed like a completely different person. After one passionate night together, I realized I was in serious trouble.

Book Two of Chasing The Monster Series Michael Scott is a werewolf special agent, working for the CIA. He is sent to the other side of the world to investigate one of the richest and most famous men in the world- Richard. Mike had to follow one single rule- Do. Not. Touch Richard's lover- Killian. Ever. Too bad Michael is very bad at following rules. And by the way- Killian is Michael's mate.

One wardrobe malfunction. Two people who don’t belong together. Three awful words: “Be my wife.” Everyone else is at this party to marry the host. I’m only here until I can get a ride home. When my dress rips in the world’s worst-timed wardrobe malfunction, I go find somewhere quiet to fix it. So I’m standing there in nothing but my heels when, As my luck would have it, the door opens… And the man of the hour walks in. I wish I could say I played it cool. But it’s been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit… Much less the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on. All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers. But Ivan has other ideas. He’s decided who he’s taking to the altar… And I don’t have a choice but to say “I do.”

When I got into a car accident, Carter was busy throwing a birthday party for his assistant. I was scrolling through my phone and somehow ended up tapping on the Love Pawnshop. Without really thinking, I hit the button to pawn my love. Five days later, the pawnshop took back every bit of love I had left to give, and there he was, Carter, on his knees, crying his heart out, begging me for another shot. But the thing is, once love is pawned, it’s almost impossible to get back.

My BFF sent the hot stranger a voice note... Of me saying I want to climb him like a tree. And he just. Texted. Back. It's the dog's fault, really. If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here: With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen. Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it. (Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.) He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak. I'm still pinching myself as me and the bestie resume our walk. “Methinks you had a little crush on him,” she accuses. Not thinking and a little flustered by the whole experience, I reply, “I’d wrap my legs around his waist tighter than that leash.” THAT'S when she reveals that she'd been recording my response. THAT'S when she gives me the most devilish grin I've ever seen and says, “You're welcome.” And THAT'S when she hands me my phone and reveals... She sent the recording to him. My heart is in my throat as those three little dots appear… Then a text. “PROVE IT.”

I’m in love with my boss. He doesn’t even know I exist. … Until today. My name is Rowan St. Clair. For five years, I’ve tried to pretend I’m not head over heels for a man I can never have: Vincent Akopov—gorgeous, ruthless, and completely out of my league. But one fateful errand changes everything. When I walk in on him thoroughly “occupied” with another woman, I expect embarrassment. Instead, I get a saucy wink that sets my body on fire. And the next day? A promotion I never asked for. "Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You're my new personal assistant." Suddenly, I'm thrust into Vincent's world—Park Avenue penthouses, private jets, and a boss whose meetings put the "DIC" in "dictation." He tests my limits. Filthy promises whispered in my ear in the middle of a boardroom, explicit Polaroids left in unexpected places, sneaky gropes in dark hallways… And I push back. Sexts send both ways, after all. Our game escalates with each passing day. There's just one problem: to inherit his father's empire, Vince needs a wife. So guess who gets to accompany him on every awkward get-to-know-you date? Me—sitting beside him, trying to ignore his hands wandering up my skirt while he interviews potential brides. I tell myself it's just physical. Just temporary. Just a fantasy that will end when reality comes knocking. And reality does indeed knock— In the form of two pink lines on a pregnancy test.