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Before the day of my husband's succession as the Don, my stepsister personally tattooed the "Inverted Angel's Eye"—the mark of a traitor—onto my back. My husband didn't just turn a blind eye; when the family vendetta broke out, he withdrew all the elite guards to protect my "pregnant" stepsister, leaving me alone in a defenseless city to face the slaughter.  "Elena, you are strong enough to protect yourself. But Sophia is fragile, and she is carrying my firstborn. She needs the protection more than you." Facing a siege of heavy firepower, I survived by the skin of my teeth. He thought I would swallow the insult for the sake of the family's reputation. He didn't expect that I would kick open the doors of his coronation ceremony wearing mourning weeds, flanked by the FBI and the Commission, and personally strip him of his title. "Goodbye, Lorenzo. This time, I choose to be the Don."

On our third wedding anniversary, I brought a gift to my husband’s office. Walking past the secretary's suite, I stopped dead. A king-size bed had been set up inside. A young woman in a designer dress was sprawled across it, a handheld game console in her hands, surrounded by imported snacks of every variety. "Kevin, the lunch you ordered yesterday was pre-packaged meals. Marcus and I both felt sick after eating it. Today, make sure it's from The Palace Hotel." Kevin -- my husband's personal assistant -- bowed and scraped before her, his face a mask of obsequious flattery. "Mrs. Thorne, please don't worry. Mr. Thorne made it very clear -- everything should be tailored to your preferences and the baby's. He knows you love the chef at The Palace Hotel, so he set up a standing VIP account for you. Anything you want, anytime." She was Mrs. Thorne? Then what exactly was I? My brow furrowed. I glanced down at the wedding ring I'd worn for years. The girl beamed, radiant. "For the baby's arrival, my husband is throwing a lavish yacht party. Every important person in New York is getting an invitation. I want the whole world to know that I'm the love of his life, and that our son will be blessed by the most powerful people before he's even born. The champagne and flowers must be the finest available -- no budget limit. Our child is going to have the best of everything from day one." I stared at the gentle swell of her belly and called my father. "Dad, that divorce agreement you drew up three years ago -- you can have the lawyers send it over now."

"Are you sure you want this?" The witch slid the vial across the table. "Once I cast the unbinding spell, your Fated Mate connection will dissolve over ten days. On the tenth day, it's permanent. No reversals." I didn't hesitate. "Your name?" She picked up her pen. "Mara Voss." Her hand froze. Everyone in New York's vampire community knew that name. Conrad Levin — the Prince of the New York Dominion, an eight-hundred-year-old monster who had never shown a flicker of attachment to anything — had three years ago announced to the entire supernatural world that he'd found his Fated Mate. A human girl carrying the rarest blood type in existence. Golden blood. Her name was Mara Voss. I held out my wrist. The witch began her work. I opened my phone and booked a one-way ticket to Prague. Departing in exactly ten days. This time, Conrad would never find me.

My ex-girlfriend destroyed my entire life on a Tuesday morning. By Tuesday night, I was standing in the rain, saving a stranger from dying on a bridge. That stranger turned out to be her uncle. The most powerful, most dangerous, most cursed man I had ever met. Cursed to die before his fortieth birthday. Just like every other man before him in his bloodline. And somehow... I'm the ONLY person alive who can stop that from happening. There's just one tiny problem— When I tried to save him, I accidentally took his only bottle of longevity serum— The one thing he desperately needs. This man now swears he'll find me. He has no idea that I'm NEVER giving it back. Now, he wants me to sign a seven-day contract, move into his house, sleep in his bed... ...and prove to him that I'm completely straight. Seven days. One bed. One dangerously possessive man. But I just have one problem— I don't think I am straight. *** What happens when the devil himself decides he wants you? You stop running. And you start praying he's gentle. He's not—

I was a human, but my husband Damien was one of the noblest vampires. When I was two months pregnant, I was kidnapped by a traitorous vampire whom Damien had banished, and tortured to death. But my husband Damien, was with his first love Vivienne, accompanying her for her Blood Withering treatment. This is an extremely rare vampire disease that requires human blood of a rare blood type for treatment. Three days ago, he demanded I give my blood to Vivienne. When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold. "Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Vivienne die." He drove me to the edge of the territory and left me there — a human, alone in the wilds after dark. "Find your own way back since you're so heartless." I stood there in the darkness and was taken by Silas — a rogue vampire Damien had once condemned to punishment. He cut off my limbs. With cruel satisfaction, he called my husband. But Damien simply didn't believe it. His response was brief and cold: "Whatever it is, Vivienne's treatment is more important. She needs me right now." Silas let out a dark laugh. "Well, well... Seems like the great Enforcer values his ex over his own wife." When Damien arrived at the crime scene hours later, he was horrified by the brutality inflicted on the corpse. He raged at the killer for being so savage to a pregnant woman. But he didn't recognize that the mutilated body before him was his own wife — me.

I stretched lazily on the bed, much like a contented kitten, before opening my eyes. Hovering above me was a face that could have been sculpted by the gods—a handsome, well-defined face with sun-kissed golden eyes. My first groggy thought was that Cara had finally brought home a decent, well-groomed man for a change. But…. Why is he in my room? I abruptly shoved him away, ending the spell. "Get off your asshole!" With a scowl on my face, I got up quickly. “Was personal space not mentioned by Clara, huh?” I spoke in an irritated tone. “Clara?” He turned and casually picked up some papers from a nearby table, settling down with an annoying smile. “And who might that be, if I may ask?” He doesn’t even remember her? Asshole “Well, if you must know, Clara—” I started, but my words faltered as something shiny caught my eye. What is..? Then my memories began to flood back. —it’s a damn golden sofa. Shit. Brain Freeze. ~~~ Growing up as the oldest kid on a Chicago farm was no picnic for Mary Johnson. Her folks, good ol' Mr. and Mrs. Becky Johnson, were salt-of-the-earth types, who worked hard on their small farm not far from the gritty backstreets of Chicago. They taught Mary and her siblings the value of hard work, self-value. But as much as Mary loved her family, she dreamed big, but those dreams took a backseat when she needed to step up and help support her family. Then, out of the blue, fate threw her a curveball. A chance in the US came knocking, and Mary didn't hesitate. And then she crossed paths with the Blacks – New York’s high society, dripping with wealth and power, who offered her a deal she couldn’t refuse.

Amberleigh Dubois never expected to find herself in this position twice, pregnant and alone. But she should've known the billionaire's offer was too good to be true, two million dollars to have his child. Following Grayson Godwin's shocking shotgun engagement, she returned back to the Cobra Club to try and pick up the pieces of her life. At least until a familiar face shows up. Leo Clemonte just may prove to be her happy ending to this dark fairytale after all. But then comes the call that changes everything, Grayson abducted, held for a hefty ransom. And just like that Amberleigh finds herself entangled with the billionaire once more. To find him before it's too late will take no princess. But a girl born and raised in The Fringe. But does a girl like her ever really get a happy ending?

Harmony White's life has never been easy, even before her sadistic stepfather turned Harmony into a wolf against her will. She has chosen to live her life as an Omega, suppressing her inner wolf, and resisting those who attempt to claim her for their packs. Well, at least until the night two warring Alphas bring the fight right into the middle of her small mountain diner. And both Alphas decide to make a claim on her. Alpha Roam of the Stonemountain Pack, sexy and brooding, his violence proceeds him, but he excites her body in ways she's never felt before. Or Alpha Grey of the Timberland Pack, charming, hot as sin, known to not tolerate disrespect towards she-wolfs, and his caresses ignite something feral inside her. Caught in the middle of a feud, which Alpha will she choose? Her choice has the power to make or break a pack. Are two Alphas better than one?

So far Amberleigh Dubois rags to riches story hasn’t been much of a fairytale. Impregnated by billionaire Grayson Godwin, told pretty promises, only to be dumped when the railroad heir chose another. She found comfort in the arms of his best friend Leo Clemonte. But fate brought the three of them back together. And it became a love story that broke all the rules. Amber, Grayson, and Leo's happily ever after is threatened by their enemies.The evil Van Tessin empire must fall. The Godwin dynasty must unite in the face of those seeking to tear it apart. To make the world safe for their little princess.The trio will face more enemies than one as Grayson’s illness progresses. Is a new drug the miracle cure? Who will rise and who will fall? Life’s not a fairytale until you make it into one...

The full moon isn't the only thing about to rise in Stillwater. Leila Dupree has been a lone wolf for the past year since escaping from her brutal pack and the sadistic alpha who turned her. Leila has had enough of wolves and men.. She never stays in one place to long in an attempt to shield her heart and stay out of her old packs' clutches. Her latest job is at the Stillwater Bar and grill in a sleepy little town near the Florida Everglades. But the uncomplicated life and solitude Leila seeks is threatened both by the dashing bar owner Sterling Mount and the murder of one of the bar regulars right outside the bar during a full moon. Leila joins forces with the charming Sterling Mount in an effort to catch a killer. Murders are bad for business but not so much for budding romances it seems.