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Summer’s RoadMy name is Ian Memmer, and I've been keeping something from my best friend Summer Quinn for years. I'm in love with her. She breaks my heart over and over, day after day, but I love her. We grew up next door to one another. She's kind and beautifully broken, and she has no idea how I feel. Because of her depression, and since she never showed any signs she felt the same, I've kept silent. Tormented. Wanting her. Becoming the playboy everyone views. I'm her rock. She needs me. I fear she's keeping secrets from me, too. Then a passionate moment between us changes everything, gives me hope. Yet the guy she's been dating wants to take their relationship to the next level.Winter’s PathMy name is Matt Holcomb, and I'm the good guy. The boy next door. I'm the safe bet and I always do the right thing. Then one night two years ago, I made a terrible mistake that caused irreparable damage, and the guilt is killing me. If I'm ever to make the leap and find love again, the woman would have to be perfect. She can't disrupt my carefully constructed control. I met my best friend Jenny Winter as a teenager and have loved her ever since. She's gorgeous and talented. Her voice could make angels weep. Yet she chose someone else and I swore I'd never fall for her again. Until something happens between us and passion ignites.Seasmoke Friends is created by Kelly Moran, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

As one of London's premier wedding planners, I have spent my career orchestrating "perfect moments" for others, yet I never seemed to find my own. The ballroom at Claridge's was bathed in an opulent glow for my best friend Stella's wedding. The bridal bouquet sailed over the crowd. It brushed a young woman's fingertips, bounced once, and landed squarely in my arms. In an instant, half of London's high society turned toward Ryan. "Proposal! Proposal!" the crowd chanted over the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes. "Ryan, a sign like that is rare. Looks like we should prepare for the next big party!" Ryan was nudged forward by the crowd. In his charcoal Savile Row suit, he still managed to look detached, as if the noise had nothing to do with him. As I held the flowers, the lingering scent of fresh roses filled the air. For one ridiculous second, I even wondered whether I should warn him not to crease his trousers if he knelt. But he only smiled. Then, with practised ease, he took the bouquet from my arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and handed it to his assistant, Emily, who was standing nearby. "She touched it first," he said, ruffling my hair with the same flawless tenderness I had endured for eight years. "Be good, Claire. Let's wait for the right time." The attention followed the flowers as they moved away. I caught the flicker of triumph in Emily's eyes and quickly looked down, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet while forcing a perfectly poised smile. Ryan lived by schedules and efficiency, yet he never understood one simple truth: some chances, once missed, don't come with a "next time". My own wedding is next Saturday. And he has been officially struck from the guest list.

Freya Blackwood is a rouge witch. Her birth parents were killed by vampires and she was abandoned by her adoptive parents when her powers began to manifest. She has survived by bounty hunting vampires, werewolves, and other creatures of the night. Freya was the best in the business and no one got away. Until she met Kieran, a handsome and dangerous vampire who just so happens to be her next victim.

Meet the hottest girl band in town: The Fab F.O.U.R.! Making up the band is a financially unstable keyboard player, a lead singer with daddy issues, a drummer who won't eat and a guitar player in the closet. Add a hot male bass player to cause the girls to lose their minds and they just might be the next big thing. But with their overwhelming secrets and a crazed fan meddling in their lives is the band on the road to success...or disaster?

Maya transmigrate to another world, with a husband who doesn't know her, and a child who adores her and wants her love. Lennon woke up one morning to find a woman sleeping next to him and a child who is scared of him. What will the two do? And what will happen when the tone shifts, making them forced to protect their son from serious danger and monsters?

The Devil didn't come from hell, he lived right on Earth. There's nothing much more dangerous than a clique of wealthy men, billionaire to be precise, going wrong and turning against each other. When family and friends becomes the major bait and attack, which led to sleeping with one eye open, because........ You don't know who's next!.

Get Your Lube Ready! Clean your fingers for some spicy action, because this Erotica Collection is meant to have you drenched, panting and begging for the next chapter. Warnings: 18++ BDSM, Bloodplay, breathplay, Wax play, Breeding kink, Cum play, Cuckolding and hotwifing, Praise kink or degradation and humiliation, Knife play, Foot fetish, Voyeurism, Collar & Leash, Dominance and Submission... Dive straight in!!!

In an East London lock up, two film makers, Jimmy and Sam, are duct taped to chairs and forced to watch a snuff film by Ashkan, a loan shark to whom they owe a lot of money. If they don’t pay up, they’ll be starring in the next one. Before the film reaches its end, Ashkan and all his men are slaughtered by unknown assailants. Only Jimmy and Sam survive the massacre, leaving them with the sole copy of the snuff film. The film makers decide to build their next movie around the brutal film. While auditioning actors, they stumble upon Melissa, an enigmatic actress who seems perfect for the leading role, not least because she’s the spitting image of the snuff film’s main victim. Neither the film, nor Melissa, are entirely what they seem however. Jimmy and Sam find themselves pulled into a paranormal mystery that leads them through the shadowy streets of the city beneath the city and sees them re-enacting an ancient Mesopotamian myth cycle. As they play out the roles of long forgotten gods and goddesses, they’re drawn into the subtle web of a deadly heresy that stretches from the beginnings of civilization to the end of the world as we know it. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

I'm Vivian Lunaris, the daughter of Alpha Mason Lunaris of the Moon pack. Yet, my life is even worse than that of a low-tier Omega. I can only become the secret lover of Alpha Damien Londo of the Silvermane pack in order to survive. For five years, Damien has given me all of his love and affection except the Luna crown. On Christmas Eve, Damien and I end up using 99 condoms. During our last round, he bites me on the nape while telling me that he'll announce me as his Luna on the next day. But the next day, he locks me into a cage made of pure silver for the sake of my half-sister, Candice Lunaris, at the Christmas ball. Everyone claims that I'm an evil she-wolf who's prone to jealousy, and that I'm a defective wolf with tainted blood running through my veins. As for Damien, the Alpha I've loved with all my heart, he's the one personally humiliating me in front of everyone. At that moment, I swear to the heavens that I won't be the one kneeling when the altar's flames come to life.

Charlotte Crowe's childhood sweetheart started acting up again, which meant she was ready to divorce me again. By then, I had gone numb. I looked at her calmly and said, "This will be the eighth time." Guilt crossed her face as she looked at me, her eyes full of helplessness and pleading. "Gregory, I don't have a choice. You know Victor talks about killing himself every day. I can't just ignore him. But don't worry. As soon as I calm Victor down, we'll get married again." I said nothing. She had said the same thing to me more times than I could count. We got married eight times and got divorced eight times. Even the courthouse staff knew me by now. Behind my back, they said we practically kept the divorce court in business. With the freshly issued divorce papers in my hand, a staff member behind me asked curiously, "So when are you coming back for your next remarriage?" I gave a faint shake of my head. "There won't be a next time."