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The things that have to happen in the universe to lead us to a very particular moment in time are often a mystery but for Pearl and Corey, just getting them in the same room isn’t enough. They both fight their attraction to each other for different reasons, but their fire is an eruption in the making. Pearl has a nine to five during the day, but plays the guitar and dreams of making it big at night. Her long time fiance and her best friend have a nasty secret that forever alters her life. Corey is a bass player in the hard rock band Feisty, determined to be a bachelor for life even though two of his best friends have tied the knot. Can these two come together and accept that the universe is determined to win? **This is book three of five, of my Feisty series. This can be read as a stand alone book but you will be better able to follow if you read them in order.**

No quinto ano do meu amor por Gabriel, ele herdou do irmão falecido o título de Senhor dos Vampiros — e também a viúva dele: Chloe, a antiga Rainha de Sangue. Por sangue e por lei, ela era minha parente por aliança dentro do clã. Sempre que voltava dos aposentos dela, Gabriel me abraçava com ternura e sussurrava: — Isabella, Chloe é apenas minha Consorte Escolhida. Assim que ela gerar e der à luz o Herdeiro do Clã Blazetooth, eu me unirei a você por meio de um Vínculo de Sangue. Ele dizia que aquela era a única condição exigida pela família para que pudesse ascender como Senhor dos Vampiros. Durante os seis meses depois que retornamos ao Clã Blazetooth, ele atendeu ao chamado dela cem vezes. No começo, uma vez por mês. Depois, uma vez por semana. E, por fim, todas as noites. Na centésima noite em que fiquei acordada esperando por ele, Chloe finalmente concebeu. A notícia chegou acompanhada de outro anúncio: Gabriel e Chloe em breve seriam unidos por Sangue. Meu filho olhou para mim, confuso e inocente. — Mãe… eles não disseram que o papai faria um Vínculo de Sangue com a Rainha de Sangue que ele ama? Por que ele ainda não veio nos levar para casa? — Porque — respondi baixinho, passando a mão em seus cabelos — a Rainha de Sangue que ele ama nunca foi a sua mãe aqui. — Mas tudo bem. — Acrescentei. — Eu vou te levar para casa. Para a nossa própria casa. O que Gabriel jamais percebeu foi isto: como única filha de um Rei Vampiro no reinado, eu nunca me importei nem um pouco com o título de Rainha de Sangue do Clã Blazetooth.

“You shouldn't be here…” Naila felt like her whole world was crumbling down as she stared at the man towering over her. “Funny,” his voice was hoarse. “Neither should you. I guess Santa has a funny way of playing for the season, don't you think?” ******** Naila Cole escapes to a snowbound mountain cabin days before Christmas, desperate to outrun a life that’s falling apart. She expects silence, isolation and healing. She doesn’t expect Remy Sterling. Her ex-boyfriend. The man she walked away from years ago. One booking mistake. A brutal blizzard. One night they swear will mean nothing. But weeks later, Naila is hiding a secret that could destroy them both. When a new job offer drags her into the city, she’s ready to rebuild—until she walks into the boardroom and comes face to face with her new boss. Remy Sterling. CEO. Ruthless negotiator. And the father of the child she hasn’t told him about. As Christmas approaches and a dangerous corporate merger tightens its grip, Naila is forced into close quarters with Remy once again—while rumours ignite, rivals circle, and someone begins leaking secrets meant to ruin her. With her career in flames, her body changing, and the truth ticking like a time bomb between them, Naila must decide how long she can keep the secret that could cost Remy his empire… or her heart. Because some mistakes can't be hidden. Especially not the ones conceived on Christmas night.

Millie-Rose lost everything she’d worked for since the age of four in a single day; her career, her reputation, and the life she was about to marry into, when a test revealed she was pregnant… despite never being touched all her life.Scandal followed. Betrayal cut deep. And running became her only chance at survival.But there’s one truth she can’t outrun: the child she carries belongs to Alpha Braham, a werewolf king with power, patience, and a claim she never agreed to.She escaped the world.She rebuilt her life.But how will she escape him?

"Do you feel it coming alive?" he whispered. His hand holding mine on his bulge. "If anyone sees us—" I stuttered. We weren’t alone in the house. "If you agree to be my good little stepsister—they’ll treat you with respect too." His dark eyes held a wicked amusement that sent a shiver down my spine. "I know you had a crush on me." "I—I didn’t know you were my stepbrother," I tried to explain, but he silenced me with a finger to my lips. That touch! That gentle press of dominance. It was dangerous. It was temptation itself. "Then no one has to know our dirty little secret." His voice was a trap, laced with seduction. "Be my stepsister by day… and my whore by night." I had thought I was inching toward freedom. That escape was just within reach. But the noose had been tightening all along. And this time, it wasn’t fate or circumstance pulling it tight. It was the hands of my own stepbrothers. .. Lavender wanted a normal life—one where she was respected for who she was, not judged for being born from rape. But everything changed when she helped a wounded stranger– and unknowingly walked into the world of the mafia. She thought she could escape the ruthless mafia boss she saved—until she found herself in his mansion, introduced as his stepsister. When her mother made her meet her new family, Lavender’s world shattered. How could she tell her mother that her soon-to-be stepbrothers were mafia bosses, who saw her as nothing more than a pawn? Lavender is left with two choices: fight back or submit to her stepbrothers' control. But can she escape the grip of the mafia? But how can one ever escape the mafia?

Alexi Marie A. Cervantez is falling in love with her driver. The driver named Enrico P. Acosta secretly admired her since first day. There love is not easy because they hide it to the parents of the girl. Are they gonna fight their relationship or not?

Ava Nove anos atrás eu fiz uma coisa horrível. Eu não me orgulho disso, mas tive a oportunidade de ter o cara que amei desde pequena e aproveitei. Anos depois, estou cansada de viver em um casamento sem amor. Quero libertar nós dois de um casamento que nunca deveria ter acontecido. Dizem que se você ama alguém… Você tem que dar liberdade.. Eu sei que ele nunca vai me amar e que nunca vou ser a pessoa da vida dele. Seu coração sempre vai ser dela e, apesar dos meus pecados, eu mereço ser amada. RowanNove anos atrás, eu estava tão apaixonado que não conseguia enxergar direito. Estraguei tudo quando cometi o pior erro da minha vida e, no processo, perdi o amor da minha vida. Eu sabia que tinha que assumir minha responsabilidade e foi o que fiz, com uma esposa que não queria. Com a mulher errada. Agora ela mais uma vez mudou minha vida, se divorciando de mim. Para complicar ainda mais as coisas, o amor da minha vida voltou à cidade. Agora, a única questão é: quem é a mulher certa? A garota por quem me apaixonei anos atrás? Ou minha ex-mulher, a mulher que eu nunca quis, mas tive que me casar?

I was with Marco, the New York Mafia heir, for seven years. He never told his family about me. But when I walked in on a wedding rehearsal and saw the groom embracing the bride-to-be. It was Marco! "Her fiancé's held up in Italy. I'm just a stand-in," he told me, but his eyes never left her. "You're the best wedding planner in New York. This wedding has to be flawless." But I saw something in his eyes I'd never seen before. A possessiveness that bordered on resentment. Isabella, the bride, hated every idea I had for her. In the end, Marco told me to give her the wedding I'd spent five years designing for myself. "Our wedding can wait. I'll give you something bigger, I promise. It's just a plan, Sophia. It's what you do. Giving it to a client should be easy, right?" He didn't know. It wasn't just a plan. It was my dying wish. In the end, I gave him what he wanted, quietly preparing to die. Later, he went mad, kidnapping the world’s best doctors—risking a global manhunt—all to save me.

My daughter was violated and killed, yet her death was ruled a suicide. After seven failed appeals, I kidnapped the chief prosecutor’s daughter. I tied the chief prosecutor’s daughter to an autopsy table and publicly addressed the prosecutor’s office in a live stream. “I performed the autopsy myself. My daughter didn’t kill herself. She was murdered. “I’ll give you seven chances. Release the actual evidence and name the murderer publicly. Each time a chance runs out, I’ll remove one of her body parts.” The chief prosecutor and his wife knelt on the floor. They begged me desperately to spare their daughter. “The evidence proves your daughter took her own life. Stop this madness now and let my daughter go. She’s innocent.” Viewers in the live stream called me insane. They said I had lost my mind with grief and was taking it out on an innocent person. I ignored their contempt. With a sneer, I picked up a scalpel and pressed it against the judge’s daughter’s abdomen. “The clock is ticking. Hurry up and reveal the true murderer now.” I knew perfectly well the real murderer was watching the stream at that very moment.

To save my husband, I drank until my stomach bled. Despite making it to the hospital, no one would treat me—all because he, a prominent surgeon, forbade anyone from attending to his own wife. In a previous life, he had saved me, a deed that fate cruelly repaid: the same day he saved me, his beloved, Lily Evans, tragically died during surgery. Consumed by regret, he lamented, "If I hadn't saved you, she might still be alive." On my birthday, in a twisted celebration, he intoxicated both me and our daughter. In a horrifying turn, he used his surgical skills to ruthlessly stab us both. As I lay bleeding, I begged for our daughter's life, pleading with him to spare her, his biological child. He coldly justified his brutality by claiming that being tied to me caused him to miss his chance with his true love. Fueled by a desperate need to protect my daughter, I fought him ferociously. He inflicted thirty-eight merciless wounds on me before turning his murderous intent towards our child. As I faced death, my last sight was of him, his decision clear as he once again chose his lost love over his living family.