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A comedy of errors, that offers second chances for first love in this BDSM Mafia, Reverse Harem Romance. In that moment of embarrassment, fear and dread, I do the unthinkable…….. I jump into the black clad stranger's arms, and kiss him with all the drama of a soap opera. Yes, I meant it to be for show to avoid my stalker, but .....Let’s just say it’s not all fake when I practically swoon like the well-to-do British lady I’m impersonating. “Renfield tricked me,” I pant, pointing my shaking finger at the obnoxious blonde man, literally crying, this is all so hysterical to him. “Dracula's spell is too powerful. I can't fight it, go! Go find Van Helsing!" How did this happen? Nicky! That’s right, this is all my orphan brother, Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault! Ever since that tweedle twap jerk named me after the bad luck stray cat outside our orphanage, there is no end to the comedy of errors that is my life. I was hoping to avoid the so tragic it’s funny or so funny it’s tragic stigma with my second chance on life, but no such luck with his latest shenanigans.

"Do you remember saying my woman is very lucky?" I nod, unable to find my voice. What is he getting at? He trails a finger down the side of my face, grips my hair and lands a kiss on my lips. "Good. You are the lucky woman. You'll bear my heir, and we'll be a happy couple. Capisce?" "No, Evren. I'll give you your child, take my money, and leave. That was and is the plan." He chuckles. "Will you, baby? Will you?" Liora Wilder made a deal with the devil. Carry his heir, take the money, and walk away. No attachments. No emotions. No illusions. But Evren Valesca doesn't play by anyone's rules but his own. He doesn't negotiate. He doesn't let go. And now that he's claimed her, he has no intention of ever setting her free. Liora refuses to be controlled, but resisting a man like Evren is dangerous. He's ruthless, possessive, and completely unstoppable. Because nobody says no to a Valesca.

Anita," her angelic voice calls to me. Thunder rumbles in the distance. Her soft, delicate hands caressing my face, sparkling green eyes grounding me from the dark past I wish I could forget. "You're safe, it's okay." I bring my hand up, running my finger over the mound of scar tissue. The constant reminder of that night. The raised bump covers the bullet fragment embedded in my sternum. She takes my hands as more thunder rumbles and tears roll down my cheeks. "Breathe Anita," she says in a soothing whisper. My lungs were burning with the need for air and it was then that I realized I'd been holding it. I take in a gasping breath and recall the first time my eyes met her green eyes. My sister had been lifted off me and my eyes opening had startled her. The first time she touched me gave me strength to hold on. I held her hand tight, trying to tell her what happened, but couldn't get enough breath to form words. Sitting in the present going through the same as I had five years ago. "They were all found, Anita. They can't hurt you anymore. It's just a storm. All the doors and windows are locked, the alarm is set. It's just you and me." "Will you keep the light on tonight, please?"

As the wife of the Colombian cartel heir, Krystal Serrano is a symbol of diplomacy and control. Dressed in silk, wrapped in silence, and displayed like a crown jewel at the center of power. But behind the flawless smile lies a woman raised not just to survive, but to rule. When her husband's betrayal ignites a war with the Italian mafia, Krystal is taken. Kidnapped and hidden away by Zachary Romano, the young, ruthless Don who solves problems with bullets and buries questions with bodies. He thought he had captured a soft, obedient mafia wife. What he brought home was a storm in heels. Krystal doesn't beg. She doesn't break. Her silence provokes, her lips taunt, and her gaze slices deeper than any blade. Inside the stone walls of his private villa, control begins to slip. Hatred turns into tension. Tension burns into obsession. And in their world, love always comes with blood on its hands. The ring on her finger still binds her to a man who believes she belongs to him. But what happens when a woman like Krystal meets someone dark enough to understand her, broken enough to match her, and reckless enough to want her? Because there's a difference between loving a woman like Krystal… And trying to own her. And Zach Romano is about to learn—only one man can stand beside her. The rest will be buried.

“Here. Sign this and you can start immediately. If you have anything important at home, bring it here....I’ll provide you with everything. "Clothes, food, whatever you need,” he said, the smirk returning to his face. She reached for the file hesitantly, her eyes narrowing slightly. Something felt…off. Too quick. Too intense. Just as she was about to flip through the pages, her phone rang. Tring… Tring… She glanced at Liam. He nodded. “It’s okay.” She quickly signed the last page without reading. Inside, her instincts itched. Something didn’t sit right. But she brushed the feeling off. Maybe he was just one of those flirty, arrogant bosses. “You signed without reading it,” he said in a whisper only she could hear. “Bold.” “I trust Liam,” she replied. Vincenzo smiled, not the kind that made people feel safe. She handed the file back and turned to leave. Vincenzo stood silently, watching her go. The way her hair swayed. The curve of her waist. That innocent look in her eyes. As she disappeared around the corner, he exhaled sharply. “Such a girl,” he muttered under his breath. “I never expected someone like her in my life, that face, those lips. Those curves.” He laughed, low and full of wicked pleasure. “Oh, Vincenzo De Luca. You are one lucky bastard.” He reached for the contract she had just signed and tapped his fingers on the table, a smirk growing on his face. “Welcome to my kingdom, once again” he said. “You just sold yourself to the devil.” He ran a finger slowly across her photo again, his smirk spreading. “Such a fucking beauty,” he muttered under his breath. “And she walked right into my trap"

[MATURE CONTENT] Every night, he snuck into her bedroom and gets intimate with her. She wasn't his mate, neither was she his Luna who had just been newly crowned. She was his slave. Yet, he discloses the fact that he felt lust for her, disregarding the fact that he had a Luna. She had once asked, "Are you in love with me?" River was breathless when she puffed those words out, her heart threatening to burst through her ribcage. "Oh, River, my love. What I feel for you is more than love. It can never be put in actual words." He had responded, running his finger down her face, caressing it softly. His touch was tender, yet River was quaking in fear as she gazed up at him. "And, if I don't end up having you by the end of the day, I'd kill you," he continues, brushing a thumb against her trembling lips. "and, kill myself." However, he wasn't the man for her. They both had their mates. And worse, he was a man who had contributed to her agony. She had once been the Alpha's daughter, living a glossy life, but Alpha Ryker had waged a war against their Pack, riding them of every single thing they owned and forcing River to relocate to a new Pack as an Omega subjected to bullying. How will River accept her fate of being the obsession of ruthless Alpha Ryker, who had caused the ruin of her father's Pack and made her into an Omega?

I was supposed to be his. Killian Storm, the most powerful Alpha in the kingdom. Ruthless. Untouchable. The mate I was destined for. But on the night of the Blood Moon, he rejected me. Humiliated and cast out, I ran. I swore I’d never look back. Then he hunted me down. Not because he wanted me. Because he needed me. For an arranged marriage to unite our packs. A loveless bond. A cold, calculated power play. But the second he put his ring on my finger, his touch became a brand. His gaze turned dangerous. And his rejection? A lie. Now, I’m trapped in a marriage with a man who swore he didn’t want me. And the worst part? I still want him, too. But Killian has secrets—dark ones. And the deeper I fall into his web, the more I realize…I’m not just his wife. I’m his greatest weakness. And in his world? Weakness gets you killed.

"I've found that pain makes liars." His voice was husky and low. "But pleasure brings answers." His finger slid through the slick mess he had made of me, and I clamped my mouth shut, refusing to give into his lunacy. There was nothing else to say to him.  But I desperately wanted and needed more of him. Sage is a young woman who is lonely and down on her luck. One day, she falls into a fairy ring and is immediately swept up by a mysterious man who takes her captive. Fynn is a fae prince who was cursed by a water witch to find his mate within a hundred years. Otherwise, he'll lose everything. When Sage falls into his path, he is concerned she is somehow connected to his enemies and refuses to trust her. However, he can't deny the overwhelming attraction he feels for her. Falling for my Fae Captor is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

My marriage to Bryan wasn’t perfect, but it was never bad enough for me to want him dead. Yet when he was brutally murdered in a hotel room, every finger pointed at me. His family accused me. The world believed them I spent months behind bars for a crime I didn’t commit. My empire crumbled. My only child now sees me as a murderer. I was bullied, broken, and forgotten until Damon stepped back into my life. Damon, my ex-lover, is now fighting to clear my name. He has one goal: to set me free. But he has another theory, one more shocking than the accusation itself, My Husband could be faking his death to make me suffer and start a new life with his mistress . Freedom didn’t make life easier. Outside those prison walls, I’m paying for my husband’s mistakes while battling for custody of my son, his family took everything from me but what if i turned everything around in my favour? And the question haunting me remains: Or how long was my supposed dead husband going to keep hiding?

Hailey Forge is one of the fiercest warriors in the Wolf Shade Pack, feared across the realm for her deadly skills in seduction and destruction. Confident and untouchable, her world shatters when her fated mate, Argon Grant, betrays her with her own sister. Heartbroken and furious, Hailey vows revenge, determined to make Argon suffer the way she did. Her plan? Seduce Alpha Grant Argon’s powerful father until Argon is wrapped around her finger, begging for forgiveness on his knees. But Hailey doesn’t realize that Alpha Grant, a hardened leader abandoned by his mate years ago, has been watching her for longer than she knows. Drawn into his web of desire, she finds herself in deeper than she ever intended. As the ruthless Alpha refuses to let her go, Hailey’s game of vengeance turns dangerously real. Secrets unravel, and when she discovers her affair with the Alpha has led to an unexpected twist; a child destined to become the next Alpha, Hailey is forced to confront a new reality. Will her seduction strategy lead to her downfall, or is it the start of something she never saw coming?