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Kaelan noticed I hadn't filed a single medical or living expense request in the pack’s resource channel for a week. He must have thought I’d finally kicked my greedy human habits. At dinner, he tossed a black card at me. It cut a cold arc through the air, landing beside my plate. “Your father’s treatment for next month. The wolf gene serum, the lab fees—it’s all approved.” His voice was pure Alpha command. An order, not a suggestion. “Bringing you and your father here was a risk. I fought the Elders for you. You are my mate. Stop begging for pack funds like a common stray. It’s a bad look.” He didn’t know my fingers were ice-cold when I picked up the card. The papers to sever our mate bond were already signed. So was my will. The hoodie I wore when I left was a faded thing he’d tossed at me three years ago. No one would believe it. The fated mate of an Alpha who ran a corporate empire… had to send a photo of a $10 painkiller receipt to a Beta assistant for approval. All because he thought a fragile human like me was a leech who couldn’t be trusted with cash. But a week ago, when my father’s lupus caused his organs to fail, I needed $50,000. He needed a dose of pure gene repair serum, synthesized in the pack’s high-tech med-bay. I begged him on my knees. His childhood friend, Seraphina, just laughed. She froze my request, saying she was helping me break my bad habit of “cashing in on my mate status.” Kaelan never knew I endured that humiliation just so my father could stay alive in his top-tier medical lab. Now, my father was dead. The medicine was cut off, and his ashes were already in the ground. I didn’t need to be his obedient little pet anymore.

***The cover is taken from Google*** I wince when my bangles dig into my skin,forcing a smile,hoping my boredom didn't show in my movements. I inwardly roll my eyes when my father makes introductions. What lame crap. They obviously know each other. Why make intros? I hiss when my sister steps on my foot,making me looking up. I glance at a middle aged couple, freezing when I made eye contact with an all too familiar grinning face, my vision landing next to her, hoping it was just a bad dream, my heart stopping and finally turning into an icicle when I stared into eyes of the most unexpected person, the person looking back at me, but not quite acknowledging me.

He doesn’t knock. He breaks the door down—and your back with it. In Nailed: Men In Heat, the men are ruthless, brutal, and always hard. They bend you over desks, shove you face-first into pillows, and split you open like they paid for the right. No sweet talk. No cuddling. Just cum, bruises, and the sound of skin slapping skin. You’ll gag. You’ll drool. You’ll beg. And he’ll just keep going. Spit-soaked. Ass-up. Throat-fucked. He’ll ruin your hole, coat your insides, and leave you leaking for days. If you’re not shaking by the end of the chapter? You’ll be begging for the next man to finish the job. These are raw, relentless, hole-filling fucks—and they always finish deep. One thrust and you’re addicted.

When heartbreak strikes at a glittering celebration, two bitter souls—one betrayed, the other rejected—form an unlikely alliance. But beneath their human skin lies something ancient, something primal… something that hungers for vengeance, power, and the truth. Once the Queen B of elite society, Sofia Montenegro is humiliated when her longtime love chooses her rival. Meanwhile, Theo Laurent, Alpha Heir of the hidden Moonveil Pack, silently suffers rejection from the same woman. When fate throws them together, they fake a romance to reclaim their pride—but their bond awakens a bloodline curse that threatens to unravel the werewolf world. As ancient laws crumble and rogue wolves rise, Sofia and Theo must decide: fight fate or embrace it. In a world where power is inherited through blood and challenged by the moon, only one rule remains: mate or die.

Heat: Fifty Erotic Fictions for the Fevered Mind By Gem-Ma No fade to black. No soft focus. Just the edge of pleasure. Step into a world where boundaries melt, clothes fall, and fantasies ignite. From secret pillow fights and forbidden fittings to rough backseat confessions and whispered sins behind bookstore shelves, HEAT delivers 50 scorching tales of seduction, kink, and raw, unfiltered desire. Whether it's soft sighs in a steamy bath or the slap of skin in a dark alley, each story plunges you deep into lust, longing, and the edge of surrender. M/F. F/F. M/M. Threesomes. Strangers. Exes. Teachers. Brides. Bosses. No fantasy is off-limits. Multiple kinks. All orientations. One rule: never look away. Perfect for readers who crave vivid scenes, dirty talk, and characters who always cross the line-again and again.

BLURB Clara Langford once had everything until a plane crash stole her family and her future. Now she’s broke, alone, and fighting to rebuild her shattered life at Westbridge University. She promised herself no distractions. No love. No more heartbreak. Then she meets Alexander Robert, arrogant, magnetic, dangerous. He gets under her skin with one look, one smirk, one touch she should never want. And just when she thinks trouble has a name and a face… Adrian Hale appears. Gentle. Charming. Hiding secrets that shake her world. Two men. One girl with a past built on lies. Because the boy she’s falling for is linked to the man who destroyed her life. And Clara is about to learn that nothing about her tragedy was an accident.

"I would rather die than become his wife, Father," I said, followed by the startled noise of the crowd. "Amber, please don't. You know that I have always loved--," "Love, you said?" I cried out. I could feel that my skin tighten and my breath flared. Then again, the recollection of that night flashing before my eyes. What had happened that day didn't kill me, but something inside me died that day.Amber Durant was born a girl in the wrong place and time. By the ages of 16 years old Amber was forced into some sick twisted fate that shatters everything she knows. Love, hate, trauma, desire to be free, and longing for revenge have led her to other shades of life. Will she survive the monster within her?

With raven hair, lips as red as blood and smooth sun kissed skin, without a doubt she was a delicate flower against bouquet of red roses. No man could deny such a delicate flower such as Aurora. Not even the most cold hearted and ruthless creatures that lurk in the shadows. They would stop at nothing to have her even if it meant breaking her in the process. And when they get her they wouldn't share her with a soul. What they failed to notice was that Aurora was a tough nut to crack and the moment she submitted to a man was the day her corpse laid six feet underground. The only good that exists within a cruel world. Every man wants a chance to claim her as theirs. Every woman woman wants to end her life. Read this novel to discover what lies ahead and which path Aurora will choose.

Born the "weak" disgrace of the Moonridge bloodline, Selene was always an afterthought—until she was gifted in an arranged marriage to the man she secretly loved. . .Magnus Lancaster, the cold Alpha of the North. But hope turned to horror when Magnus chose her sister instead, leaving Selene humiliated and discarded. Broken and hunted, Selene vanishes into the lawless West. There, she finds Rage Lancaster, Magnus’s exiled brother. In the heat of their sheets and the blood of the wild, they forge a dark, "no-labels" pact of skin and survival. The fragile girl dies in the dirt, and the Vicious Conqueror rises in her place. Now, Selene returns to raze the empires that once scorned her. As Magnus and Rage both seek to claim a place in her new world, Selene must decide: will she reclaim her title as Luna, or burn everything to the ground as a ruthless Queen?

My mate, Carter, sent me to a werewolf prison for four years. On the day I was released, he arrived holding the hand of his pregnant mistress. “This is what your parents owe me.” “From today on, you’ll take care of Amelia.” I nodded obediently. She made me pick roses with my bare hands. Made me plant a hundred pots under the scorching sun. Made me scrub my allergic, ulcerated skin with alcohol. And I did everything she asked. Until the day they brought me back to my old home. The house was gone. In its place stretched an endless rose garden. And my only sister— had become nothing but a box of ashes. That was the moment I understood. I survived not to atone. I survived to take revenge.