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I smiled. “I write all kinds of books under the romance genre. I write, billionaire, office, paranormal, and all other kinds of romance.” I revealed. I have touched all kinds of romance. “No wonder you weren’t so shocked about us being werewolves.” “Are you for real? I literally collapsed when I saw you shift. It was a whole new kind of experience. That I write paranormal doesn’t mean I believed paranormal existed.” I told him. I was quick to get over the shock but that doesn’t mean I wasn’t shocked by their real identity. It still feels like I dreamt that part.

“I’m Madame Humphrey. Welcome to my shop! Can I help you find something?” “Um.” Kylee glanced at Price and echoed his question. “I’m not sure. What kind of shop is this?” “This is a spiritual shop, my dear.” “What?” Price jerked backwards, hitting his ribs on the corner of the glass countertop. “What do you mean?” Kylee asked. “Like, religion?” Price’s eyes were wide with what Kylee could only assume was fear. “Or, like, the occult?” Madame Humphrey laughed. “Not the occult. Spiritualism is a gathering of all beliefs. All the good that can be found in religions around the world.”

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

The taller man in front of me with the gorgeous amber eyes, dark curly hair, and a tattoo of a half-moon on his neck, smiles and says, “I am Max, this is Damen, and the stealthy stud behind you is Sam, and you are our mate.” Did he say “mate?” I must have seriously hit my head or something and this cannot be happening. I have read so many paranormal and supernatural romance novels, and it is only in stories that I have heard someone say “mate” in the way he just did. “What do you mean by mate,” I say while looking at him like he grew a third arm or something.

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It wasn’t like I wasn’t used to his womanising brain. “Whoa!” he said laughing, “Alright man, she’s all yours,” I shook my head to clear it and then nodded to Jamie. “Go on,” I said and even though he looked hesitant, Jamie carried on with delivering the information. “She is twenty-six years old, single and lives alone in a one-bedroom apartment downtown. All her online activity points to her being an author of paranormal romance, whatever the hell that is,” he said with a scoff. I couldn’t help but smile as Liam let out another laugh.

“For now, trust that ye have no need for partner swapping to protect the lass. Just stay close to her, Edwin, my boy, and all will be well.” “Show thyself,” Agatha roared as she lit the candle with a flip of her magical wrist. “Show thyself, demon!” “I am no demon, witch. I am a spirit and I shall show myself when I am good and ready,” the voice said, its words echoing off the walls. “Now, witch, if ye would, I should appreciate it if thee and thy friend would give my great, great, great, great grandson the privacy he requires to connect his energy with his lady and form the bond.”

“My father’s name is Cramby; like mine.” “An empyrean is a type of fairy. Your father is a fairy ,” Hap said. I’d grown tired of denying the wild stories they kept telling me about mythical creatures being real, so I went with it and simply asked, “Is that good or bad?” “Not only does fairy taste delicious to those who aren’t fairy, but it’s addictive. Fairies are highly sexual and great in bed. Although a bit too demanding for a human to keep up with. They also have a magical side that wolves would love to possess. So, for them, it’s good,” Hap said. “Here’s the kicker. Your mother also has fairy blood in her from your grandfather’s side, although not as strong. I like to tease her

“Thank you. This is all going to seem impossible. We aren’t sure how this all works truthfully, and we aren’t looking for any favours now or in the future for this. Sherri may be human, but she is definitely a hybrid of some sort. What I mean is, everyone knows pure humans don’t have any special abilities. Since she’s been my mate, Sherri has exhibited some oracle abilities. It’s all a mess. I won’t bore you with the details of this part. I’ll leave that part off with saying that she’s not well versed in the abilities, nor is she trained in interpreting what information she is given.” Favours were a major currency between different supernatural creatures until recently. It was still popular,

Feeling the hard length of him, with heat so intense it almost burned her palm, she grew slick and ready for him. Eamon set aside the book, but his hands weren’t idle after that. He used them to push aside the pink underwear from the freshly laundered fae fabric, which heightened her pheromones or somehow enhanced her arousal. Or maybe it was just Eamon himself. They stroked each other almost shyly at first, until he lifted his hips. It seemed to break the spell between them, and she took advantage of the moment to strip his pants down past his thighs. He pulled her closer, guiding her sheath to the tip of his cock, which slowly entered her. He murmured a contraceptive spell as he sank compl