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Helaine Fairgrieve wasn't sure what to do when her rent was raised suddenly, until her long time acquaintance, Evan DuRosier, offered her a solution that would benefit the both of them. Helaine travels to his apartment in the less than reputable art district of the city to indulge his less than conventional desires, only to learn that he's keeping a dark secret. She's has never been in handcuffs before, much less bound and suspended from a man's ceiling while he pours hot wax on her sensitive skin. She isn't sure what's more frightening, the knife gliding across her skin, or the fact that she loves every pulse-pounding second of it. BDSM is normally based on a foundation of trust; lacking that, Evan and Helaine's relationship begins as something of a transactional nature, until she discovers that his lust for blood is more than just a fetish. What will she do when she discovers the truth about his Vampirism?

Ilia was never supposed to be chosen. As a half‑breed servant girl, she has no claim to status, no voice within the brutal werewolf packs that govern the wilderness. But when fate delivers a sacred mark meant for another, Ilia finds herself bound to an alpha who should have belonged to someone else. Caelan, the ruthless and commanding Alpha, is torn between honor and instinct. The mark that appeared on Ilia’s skin is a mistake—or so everyone says. Yet every time he looks at the shy, luminous beauty with the voice of a siren and the heart of a fighter, every growl deepens into a claim he can’t resist. With enemies plotting to tear them apart, secrets rising from the mist, and a bond that threatens to consume them both, Ilia and Caelan must choose between obedience and obsession, between the world they were born into and the one they could create together. In a realm where belonging can be stolen, and the heart can be conquered, only one thing is certain: the mark chose her for a reason—and it will burn until it is answered.

A young, beautiful she-wolf moves into the house opposite mine. She always strikes up conversations with me, her tone filled with enthusiasm. "You and Mr. Howl have such a great relationship. Even after seven years of marriage, he still kisses you goodbye when he leaves. It’s so sweet." She blinks playfully before continuing, "I have a friend who constantly complains about his mate. He says every time he kisses her, it feels like he's kissing a fat pig. Her scent disgusts him, and he can't even get hard when she's around. "And at night… just the sight of her belly rolls and sagging skin makes him want to throw up." I don’t particularly like this she-wolf, but I still offer her a polite smile. That night, however, when my mate kisses me, he suddenly freezes—then pushes me away and runs to the bathroom to vomit.

I'm undressed and bound to a testing table when my family comes to pick me up. A thick, sharp needle pierces into my neck. A drug is administered into my blood, and the pain almost makes me lose consciousness. Behind me, I can feel a man's cold hands stroking my skin amorously. Before me, several people are staring at me. They point at me and treat me like an educational instrument. I tremble in fear and curl up on the testing table in pain. Three years ago, my brother sent me to Mykorra's war zone to stand up for Yvette Sanders. Those were the three most insulting and torturous years of my life. They burned away my hope for kinship but not my desire for survival. As the hands roam lower on my body, I bite my lip so hard that I almost draw blood. As the hands start to go overboard, someone knocks on the door. "Wendy Sanders, your brother is here for you."

“Swear to obey me, Ivorie,” he commanded, his teeth lightly dragging across my skin, making me shudder. The soft, yet haughtily seductive whiff of his wolf flared my nostrils as I nodded. I stared back into the eyes of Alpha Regan— the stranger who was supposed to be my enemy. But instead, I found myself caught in a whirlwind of emotions and desires best left unleashed. "And I'll be sure to make the rejection less painful." He added, but the kiss that followed stopped my brain from registering his words.... Everything about this was wrong. I should have understood and ran far away from him, but how was I supposed to understand? I was desperate. A wolfless princess abandoned by her family, and given off to him who was the ruthless Alpha that struck fear in everyone. But... he suddenly became keen on helping me find my wolf, and I fell for the kind gestures.. Shit! I messed up!! Making me fall was all his plan!! Careful plans for rejection.....

“ If it is going to mean me burning down everything in my way just so I can have you, I will do so, Eleanor, I have come to love you, and I am never letting you go” his breath clashed against my skin, goosebumps on my skin. I took in a mouthful of breath because I knew that there was no way I was going to escape him. ********** Being sold off as a breeder, the last thing Eleanor had expected was getting entangled with a man way older than her. Will she be able to get rid of him when he becomes obsessed with her, breaking her in the process? She have had fantasies about candlelight dinners, gentle kisses, but all of that went through the window when she was sold to the ruthless king of the Lycans, who no one wanted to toy with, taking her as just his breeder and nothing more. He would do everything to keep her to himself but would he be able to with the sudden arrival of his rival, the Alpha king?

" You're mine, cara mia…” Adrian's breath crept up my skin as he held me still with his arm around my waist. I hissed, pulling back and failed. “In your dreams, Adrian.” His low chuckle scared me, but I acted tough. I couldn't afford to lose face before him. His other hand ran up to my hair and pulled, making me help and he whispered in my ear. “Disobey me again and I'll make you cum while my men watch.” That was Adrian Moretti the devil, and Mafia Don to the top elite cartel and Serena was his surrogate. He had bought her as his surrogate and didn't love her, but why? Serena craves freedom but she can't bring herself to hate his touch. What happens when she finds out he has a hand in her father's death and planned all of this to make her his? Read on to find out!

Bound by duty, Mia Casteel is nothing but a job. A sinfully gorgeous, downright infuriating job. One year ago, I got saddled with keeping her safe, virginal, and out of her father’s business. Little did I know, the spitfire would become my newest obsession. Pretending I don’t want her is easy enough. Ignoring her advances is hard but not impossible. At every corner, she pushes me, crawls under my skin, and makes my icy cold heart beat again. She makes me want her so badly I’m almost bursting to possess her. Knowing the secrets her father is keeping from her, and the fate that will bestow her sooner or later leads me down a path that neither of us will come back from. Caught between duty and desire, which will I choose? I promised her father I’d keep her safe, and she is safe… safe from everyone except me.

His mouth moved towards my waiting nipple making my skin hot with anticipation. The feel of his lip on the tip of my nipple made it get rock hard instantly. My mind was spinning as he let it slide into his warm mouth. I moaned sharply. *** A boat cruise gone wrong… All sarcastic driven Cara McKay wanted was a pleasurable boat trip. She didn’t expect to be marooned on an island with the worst of the worst- cocky, man whore Zayn Dawson. Sexy as sin, the last place playboy Zayn wanted to be, was on an abandoned island. With only a girl who drives him crazy as his unwilling companion, Zayn doubts the fact of making it out alive sane. Not only does Cara fill him with the desire to throttle her, she also makes other things hard as well with her fiery eyes, pouty lips and curvy body. But what do two hotheaded people who are trapped together on an island do for several days? They wreck each other—in the most pleasurable way possible.

"I'm sorry…" Giselle had her face bowed in guilt and her skin flushed in shame. She never imagined she'd be meeting him again. Not so soon, at least. "You're sorry?!" Ethan repeated indignantly. "For what exactly? Seducing me at the nightclub? Making me bring you to my house and into my bedroom, only to find out the next morning that you're married? What the hell are you sorry for?!" "Everything…" "Sorry doesn't change a thing. You tricked me and that's it. I swear to God, I'll make you pay. I'll make you regret ever deceiving me, Mrs. Giselle Scott…" ************************************** A billionaire boss. A divorcée employee. Estranged Exes. An imperfect situation for a love story, but can Ethan Hunt call off the uncanny attraction he feels for his one-night stand? Will his resentment for her shadow his longing to have one more erotic night with her? Read to find out.