Left Hand And Right Hand

Jack Spencer used to be someone else. Someone older, someone hardened, someone who made the mistake of trusting the wrong people—and paid for it with his life. Now, he’s in a different body, staring at a future that doesn’t belong to him. He should be grateful for this second chance. He should want to start over. But how do you move forward when every part of you is still trapped in the past? How do you live when you already died once? Jack tells himself he doesn’t need friends. He doesn’t need love. He doesn’t need anything but distance. But the more he pushes people away, the more they insist on seeing the person he refuses to be. And when the remnants of his past begin creeping into his new life, Jack has to decide: Is he doomed to repeat the same mistakes, or can he finally break free from the dead-end path that refuses to let him go? (Trigger Warnings Included)

Shea's gift is no ordinary. She can forsee things. Good or bad. Despite the odds she hopes that this will help her find the answers on who and what she truly believes in. To find her lost love. Her right place... that for once, time did not allow it to happen.

Madelyn Hills didn’t plan to walk out on her crumbling marriage the same day her best friend was getting married to a billionaire groom she'd never met. When Ava begs her to fill in for her for only a few hours, Madelyn reluctantly agrees. After all, it’s just until Ava returns from a last goodbye with her lover. Except… Ava never comes back. Now Madelyn finds herself on a honeymoon with Dominic Blackwell; a powerful billionaire who has secrets of his own and a family desperate to keep up the charade. What was supposed to be a harmless swap quickly spirals into a rollercoaster of luxury, lies, and one very real marriage to a man she was never supposed to meet. Madelyn tries to keep up the act, but that soon becomes hard when strings get attached. Would Madelyn and Dominic be able to save their marriage when their secrets are revealed? Or had this fairytale marriage be doomed from the start?

They say fated mates are sacred, practically unbreakable. But Aiden wasn’t mine, and I wasn’t his. That didn’t stop me from loving him like he was the last man left in this cursed world. He swore he didn’t need a bond to love me. Said it was pure. Said he’d love me unconditionally. Said he’d choose me—always. But now he’s in our bed, moaning another woman’s name like a prayer. Wearing a forbidden pendant laced in black magic—magic strong enough to block the mate bond so I wouldn’t feel the betrayal. Too late, Aiden. I felt it. Like a dagger slicing straight through my soul. And just as I hit rock bottom, he shows up. A young, enigmatic Alpha—feared, powerful, far too young for me. Alpha Damon. He’s asking questions about illegal mate bond magic. Magic my husband used to cheat without consequences. Magic that ties back to a dark conspiracy. Turns out, my perfect little marriage is just the rotten tip of a magic-smuggling empire. Damon wants my help. Needs me close. Says I’m the only one who knows enough to crack this wide open. But every time he says my name, something in me stirs, something I swore was long dead. I shouldn’t want him. I couldn't him. He’s too young. Too dangerous. Too…everything. But goddess help me—he’s the first man who’s ever looked at me like I wasn’t something broken. Like I wasn’t disposable. Like I was worth fighting for.

I was bleeding out in a corner after a hit from a rival family. My husband, Dante—the Torrino family’s underboss—was in his car, holding his best friend's little sister. He gave me one cold look and said, "Leave her. She's a nobody." Later, after someone else saved me, I walked home, soaked in my own blood. I found Dante cradling Seraphina, fussing over her. All she had was a scraped knee. The blood covering my clothes? He didn't even see it. I just watched. Said nothing. Then I pulled out my phone and called my mother. "Mom, I need to come home."

When Evie Crichton comes to Sirius she has no idea how the placement on the planet will change her life. On her first assignment in her new base she meets Ethan Nacher, the chief of a military team stationed near the base. From the very first moment dark handsome Sirian is a mystery that keeps her awake at night. But his behavior is just confusing-one minute it seems he wants to keep his distance and the next he is everywhere she goes. For Ethan Evie Crichton is like an unattainable dream. He loses his head for her the first minute he sees her. But he is just a Sirian soldier put in charge of protecting the Earthian base and he is convinced a beautiful Earthian girl would not ever care to look at him. Unexpected attack on the base forces Ethan to make on the spot decision. He saves Evie from the bombarded base and takes her on a journey through the jungle to his home city. He promises that when they get there he'll help Evie contact another base and return to her people. But will she want to return? On the journey despite her better judgement Evie falls for the handsome soldier more and more every day. However Ethan seems to treat her just as a burden for his team. Was the chemistry that seemed to have been building between them before just in Evie's head? As they face dangers on their way they will both have to face their feelings as well and decide whether they are stronger than reason.

Jude Queens never believed in fairytales—until Malachi Flynn crashed into his world with a grin like summer and a spike that could stop time. Bound by their shared love for volleyball, their chemistry burned bright and fast, leaving everything else in the shadows. But just as Jude opened his heart, Malachi vanished without a word. Two years later, Malachi returns—older, familiar, and still devastatingly magnetic. The moment they lock eyes, the ache returns. So does the desire. But buried beneath Malachi’s smile are secrets that could shatter them both. Torn between anger and longing, Jude must decide: can he forgive the boy who left him in pieces, or is some pain too deep to heal? “Why Did You Leave Me When I Needed You Most?” is a sizzling, tender story of second chances, the scars we carry, and the hope that love—real, soul-deep love—can echo back stronger than before.

My breath hitched. My step-brother did what? Did he give me to this man? This was insane! “I-I don't understand?” I lowered my gaze while trying to comprehend what he just said. Suddenly, a thought came to my mind and I lifted my gaze to look at him. “But can't you make me your maid? I'll work hard and pay back what he owes you,” I suggested. I desperately wanted to have the reins over my body again. He was quiet this time. His eyes were void of any emotion as the silence grew between us. Soon his voice sliced the air. “Baby girl, if I wanted a maid, I could simply get one. The only thing I need is a wife,” his words only dissipated the little hope I had of escaping.

At twenty-eight, I held the dubious honor of being the last unmarried socialite on New York's Upper East Side. Everyone around me was growing increasingly anxious about my single status. In my previous life, my mother arranged a matchmaking cocktail party, where I was told to choose a husband from ten handpicked elite bachelors. I bribed the event planner to place Mark West's profile at the very top—and as I had hoped, I chose him. After we married, Mark treated me with what seemed like tender affection. He even bought me an oceanfront villa in the Hamptons, making me believe I had finally found true love. But that illusion shattered the day I was nine months pregnant, just hours away from giving birth. Mark drove a scalpel straight into my abdomen—then, right in front of me, hurled our newborn onto the floor. "If you hadn't forced me into this marriage with your family's power, Sofia wouldn't have been heartbroken enough to go drinking and get drugged and assaulted. This… this is what you owe her!" He tossed the scalpel aside, then calmly let his private doctor pin down my blood-soaked body. I fought through excruciating pain for six agonizing hours, until I finally bled to death. Afterward, Mark dumped my corpse into the Hudson River. But for Sofia, he hosted a grand funeral—funded with my money, under my name—and paraded himself to the world as a grieving, devoted widower. Given a second chance at life, I refused to step foot in that cursed matchmaking event. Instead, I went straight to my mother with a demand: marry me to Robert Black—the most ruthless, cold-blooded titan of Wall Street, whose scarred face was feared by all. In the end, stripped of my financial backing, Mark's hedge fund collapsed. He became a disgraced fraudster, spat on by everyone on Wall Street.

When Yelton Group tanked, their CEO and his wife showed up at our door, begging for a marriage alliance. My dad, thinking I was still head-over-heels for Rosie after ten freaking years, threw a million into their sinking ship and signed me up to marry Rosie. Wedding night? She blindfolded me and kept whispering how bad she wanted it. A month later, I tested positive for an STD. Then I caught her bragging to her friends. "Quinn got wrecked by, like, a dozen girls," she laughed. "Wanna guess who gave him the infection?" Her friends were cracking up. "I scouted all the grossest red-light spots," one said. "Each one's got a different flavor." "Just wait," another giggled. "When the symptoms hit hard, we'll know who wins." Rosie added, "Prize money's ready. Soon as we figure it out, she gets paid." That's when it hit me. It wasn't Rosie in bed that night—it was a lineup of strangers she set up. I lost it. Went straight to her, demanded answers. She didn't even flinch. "Mad? Please. If you hadn't dangled that million to force me into this marriage—or scared Caleb off—do you think I'd waste my time on you? "Once Caleb forgives me, you're done." I asked for a divorce. She locked me in the basement. "Chill," she said. "We're still placing bets on who gave you the STD." Six months later, I died down there. Just rotted away. Then I woke up—right back on the day her parents came begging for that deal. Only this time, on the wedding day? She was the one crying.