Mech Touch

He needs an heir. She wants his head. Too bad the moon bound their souls in blood. After five brutal years of slavery under the North Claw Pack, Naya escapes — bruised, hunted, and burning for revenge. But freedom slips through her fingers when she collides with him. Kieran, an Alpha. a Monster. Her enemy. The male responsible for everything she lost.He should've killed her on sight. Instead, he buys her because fate is cruel. Because the mate bond doesn’t care about hate. And because only Naya’s touch can break the curse consuming him. She swore she’d destroy him. He swore no one else would ever touch her, Now, hate is the only thing holding them together and it’s not long before blood turns to obsession, and blades turn to need.

In a realm where light survives only as a memory, and the flowers of sin bloom from ash, two souls defy what has already been written. Kael, the fallen warrior marked by demon blood and the ghosts of his past, has long abandoned the idea of redemption—believing only in battle. Rhea, the White Rose whose touch both heals and wounds, carries within her the final hope of a world collapsing under its own weight. When their paths cross, fate begins to unravel. Between power and desire lies a fragile balance where every touch becomes a choice and every word a sentence. But what happens when the price of salvation is the soul itself—and saving the world means losing each other? The White Rose of Damnation is a haunting dark-fantasy tale of sin, faith, and forbidden love—where purity is not innocence, but the last chance left before the end.

“I’ve been in hell for years, Bella. Trying to forget. Trying to do the right thing. Trying to be the man Victor thinks I am.” I stood up, closing the distance between us. “What if the right thing is being honest about what we both want?” He reached out, cupping my face with one large hand, his thumb stroking my cheekbone. The touch was gentle, completely at odds with the hunger in his eyes. “If I kiss you now,” he said hoarsely, “I won’t stop. I won’t be gentle. And I won’t be able to pretend anymore that you’re just Victor’s daughter.” “Good, I don’t want you to.” I leaned into his touch, my own hand coming up to cover his. “I don’t want you to pretend.”

EXCERPT: John freed himself from the security lashes in order to gain more access to Tom. He gripped his friend's waist, squeezing to emphasize how much he was willing to give up for this man. "I can touch you. We can touch. Touch me." Tom searched John's face with his eyes, the flush on his cheeks darkening and capturing John's attention once more. He could feel Tom's uncertainty as if it were a weighted net falling over them both to pin them in place. Summoning his courage, he stripped his tunic from his upper body and seized Tom's hand in his own. "Touch me. Please." John thought Tom was going to refuse until he used his free hand to reach out. SYNOPSIS: Refugees of a dead planet, the Zen are grateful the people of Earth are willing to offer them a new home. Executive Orders from the White House declare America a safe-haven for any of the shapeshifting aliens as long as they follow three basic rules: 1. Zen must take a human appearance. 2. Zen must register with human names at Social Services. 3. Zen must find paid work or volunteer to help their country. Two friends declare themselves "married" during their registration without realizing they are now legally bound to one another as a couple. Will New Americans John and Tom see their friendship turn into a romance or will they reject being accidentally married aliens?

"She threw her head back as he buried his lips into her neck tasting her, Cole's touch was all she craved and she could not keep herself from wanting more, no matter how hard she tried to stay away from him…"

Due to my heightened sensitivity, even the slightest touch causes an uncontrollable reaction. My husband, concerned, sends me to the hospital for treatment. As I lie on the operating table, the attending doctor unexpectedly triggers a wave of intense response from me—right in front of my husband.

WARNING 18+ CONTAINS MATURE SCENES “Touch my throne and lose your hand. Touch her. . .and lose your soul.” • • • • • King Kaelric is cursed and his kingdom withers without the continuation of his bloodline. Thirty-two maidens were ritually prepared to carry his child and all thirty-two failed to conceive. His enemies sharpen their spears, and King Kaelric is scarred from battle, cold with a duty to protect his people. Elira, a slave girl with no memory of her past, shares a forbidden yet passionate night with the King and bears his seed. But when the pregnancy threatens her fragile life, Kaelric has to choose between the heir fated to restore his kingdom...or the slave who gave him something greater than a kingdom. • • • • • Cursed Bloodline is the first book in The Bloodline Series-a dark, steamy fantasy romance full of fated mates, sacrifice and twisted magic.

BLURB ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** ** You can’t force me to go with you,” I sneered. “I will carry you myself, Vanessa, if you insist on acting like a kid.” “I‘ll yell out for help, someone will hear.” “And sentence your loved ones to death? I think not,” he squinted. “What was their name again, Alena… Eugene" “Kai, don’t you dare touch my loved ones!” I said in gritted teeth as I walked closer to him, warning him, “Or else I will— He scoffed, and he grabbed my hand. “You will what? Huh?” Tears began to fall freely from my eyes. “Kia, don’t touch the ones I love!” I said in between tears. “We made a deal,” he said, grabbing my hands as I struggled to be free from his grip. “There is no going back. If you ever run away again, I won’t even give you a preview, you will attend the funeral of your loved ones.” his voice was dangerously low. Hot tears fell from my eyes. “I won’t touch you, so that you can suffer for your mistake,” he smirked. “You and I know, the pain is worse than death,” he said in a whisper. I closed my eyes and let tears cascade down my cheeks. I now understood what I had done. Understood that I had made a deal with the monster who was once my lover. I was foolish to think he had changed.

I'm a thirty-year-old hot wife, but my husband won't touch me. Driven to distraction by loneliness, I rely on toys for relief. Then our new yard guy, Samuel, arrives—built like a brick outhouse and gorgeous. With my desires raging, I make my move…

Why suddenly Anisha Mathur wanted to marry Viren Malhotra, who is already married. Is she love him ? If this is true , why she did not let him touch her Is she wanted revenge ? Or there is something big, which she hides from Viren and his first wife Peep inside to know .....