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Marcus and Anaya's life continues. Years of a quiet life is enough right? Wrong. With the kids all almost grown up, you would think life would be amazing, but secrets find a way of coming out. As they threaten to destroy everything they have, Anaya keeps fighting to save their relationship, but how does Marcus react? When things come to a blow, and Marcus loses control of himself, Anaya tries to support him. However he is quick to accuse and lash out. While their relationship is in hot water, Jackson keeps quiet about what he really wants to do with the little time he has left, while Liam's tongue just won't be silenced anymore making everyone's worlds come crashing down.

Lunadelephia, a town where hunters and werewolves are sworn enemies, becomes a maze of conflicting loyalties, when Kimberly Silversmith, the destined Leader of the Silversmith Werewolf Hunters, defies the Hunters' Curse. Instead of dying, she survives the fatal bite from a ruthless alpha, Nicholas, and unexpectedly transforms into a werewolf herself. How will her family react when they discover she's become the monster they've hunted and despised all their life? Is Kimberly the true daughter and destined leader of the Silversmiths? What will the Alpha do when he discovers his revenge-driven attempt to murder Kimberly was backfired? As tensions rise and loyalties are tested, Kimberly must decide where her heart truly lies, as it becomes a battleground where love, revenge and redemption collide. A must read!

Beginning 07/2023 book will be updated weekly, sorry for the break, personal issues... Veronica has always just stepped through the walk of life. Hating her gift as an empath, she has spent her life suppressing or avoiding it. She was never the prettiest or the most smartest, just average. Being to aware was her curse. Years as an occult studies research analyst, Roni has dreamed for the day the supernatural vail would fall. When it did, her family's world was upside down. Divorce, a mate, turning into a wolf... Will Roni crack under pressure? Or will she rise to the occasion? Can the wolf and the vampire keep from each other? How will she react when she finally learns the truth of where she comes from?

She had given it all to one man, her love, her heart, her soul, and even her body but all she got in return was hurt and heartbreak just because she wasn't who he wanted. Finding out that she wasn't wanted anywhere, Luna Aurora stood at a cliff wanting to end it all. What happened when she found out that she was stronger than a werewolf and could punish all those who had seen her as trash? How is she going to react when she finally meets the person who had made her life a living hell and found out he still had his grip on her? A strong one at that. Will they have a reunion or would it be war? Find out...

SLOANE HOLBROOK is a thirty-five-year-old copywriter whose only commitment is to sarcasm, but every major holiday turns her into a single, pitiful spectacle for her judgmental family. Her solution? JACKSON, a charming, commitment-phobic Australian golf coach who needs a distraction just as badly as she does. They forge the "Holidate Pact" a year-long contract to be each other’s flawless, platonic plus-ones for every major event, with one rigid rule: zero feelings. But when a New Year's Eve kiss designed for public consumption feels startlingly real, Sloane and Jackson realize surviving the holiday calendar is easy; surviving the relentless, rule-breaking, undeniable attraction might be impossible. They signed up for a cynical transaction, but what happens when their fake relationship becomes the most honest thing in their lives?

A young sports therapist, Mila Torres, joins the Frost City Titans, a pro hockey team famous for their talent and infamous for their tempers. What she didn’t expect? Four star players become fiercely… and dangerously attached to her. The Captain, disciplined and untouchable, keeps breaking his own rules for her. The Goalie, calm and unreadable, hides an obsessive intensity. The Enforcer, violent on the ice, is fiercely protective off it. The Rookie, reckless and young, falls hard with zero brakes. As the season heats up, so do the rivalries—on and off the ice. Mila is their anchor, their obsession, and their weakness. But the deeper she falls, the more she realizes the team’s greatest threat isn’t the championship… it is the four men who refuse to share the ice or HER.

I never chose to enter the Arena— the place that swallows humans and supernaturals from every era and throws them into a death game with only one rule: survive. One moment I was walking down a normal street. The next, I woke up in a prehistoric jungle with the ground trembling under massive, thundering footsteps. That’s where I met him—Kael. An Alpha Werewolf with lethal instincts, a body built for violence, and eyes that could pin me in place more easily than his claws ever could. He had zero interest in saving anyone. Especially me. To him, I was a burden. To me, he was a threat. And he definitely wasn’t planning to keep me alive. “You’re not human, Maddie.” His breath ghosted my ear, hot and shivering down my spine. “And whatever you are… you shouldn’t exist in this world.” But the Arena made its choice before either of us could: Every round in this cursed place keeps forcing us together—fighting back-to-back, bleeding for each other, breathing in sync. Yet every time danger closes in, I end up pressed against his chest, his breath warm against my ear as he growls instructions I shouldn’t find intoxicating. “Stay with me, Maddie. You won’t survive a single night without me.” Maybe he’s right. Maybe I don’t want to survive without him. But the truth inside me—what I am, what I carry— …might be the very thing that gets him killed. And when Kael finally corners me in the dark, his voice a low, wicked whisper at my neck, I realize the Arena isn’t the deadliest thing here. He is. “Tell me what you are, little flame… before I’m forced to claim you.”

“How long has this been going on?” Fatima’s voice is steady, almost too steady. Her husband of six years stands there without a hint of shame. “Does it matter, Fatima? Yes, Leslie is pregnant with my child, but nothing is going to change,” he says, annoyed that she dares question him. Her calmness makes him shift, though he refuses to show it. “How. Long?” She repeats slowly, keeping her voice low so she won’t wake their sleeping children. “Three years.” Fatima blinks. “You’ve been cheating on me for half our marriage… with your business partner?” “Lower your voice. Don’t make it sound bad. I’m a man – these things happen.” He even chuckles. “Leslie will be taken care of. You’ll stay the wife, and Leslie and I–” “Will get married,” she cuts in. He stares, thrown off, until she adds, “Top drawer in your office. Divorce papers. Sign them first thing tomorrow.” No tears. No raised voice. No trembling. Just calm finality, and that unsettles him more than anger ever could. “I’m not letting that happen. You’re my wife.” “Ex-wife,” she corrects softly. Before he can react, Fatima pushes her chair back and stands. She doesn’t storm off or slam anything. She simply picks up a magazine from the table and walks out with quiet, controlled steps, far too composed for a woman ending a six-year marriage. And that hits him harder than any shouting would have. No tears. No pleading. No hesitation. Nothing. It wounds his pride. He deserves tears. “Hold on,” he snaps, rising quickly from his seat.

"I'm sorry." He apologized, "Too late get out" I glared but he doesn't budge, he proved to be stubborn and the mere sight of him, irked me. Slowly it made my limbs weak and it slowly made it all the way suffocating. "No," he pushed me against the wall, my back pressed firmly against it, his grip firm on my upper arm. My face blushed red, unsure how to react, yet I yelled, "You're breaking a rule! Don't fucking touch me." "Fuck the rules, you already broke it when you wore this dress." My heart plummeted, a heavy thud echoing in my chest, as the weight of his last words settled upon me like a leaden anchor "Well Fuck off, I don't want you, Tristan Donovan." I spat bitterly, all he did was smirk deviously, dangerously closing the bridge between our lips. "Fuck it Willow, I want you." He said as he crashed his lips against mine Willow Davis finds herself wedge in between one of her father's gamble, having lost the bet she is sold to the ruthless arrogant billionaire, Tristan Donovan, who wants nothing more than to make out a trophy of her. over the course of time they slowly get close but fear of falling in love Tristan has set three rules; "NO STAYING IN CONFINED OR CLOSED PLACES TOGETHER NO ANY FORM OF PHYSICAL CONTACT NO FALLING IN LOVE" But what happens when he's caught up in his own web and breaks one or all together? How far will he go, riding of every single rule? Will the arrogant billionaire finally fall in love? find out in SOLD TO THE ARROGANT BILLIONAIRE.

Adela Montes It took one night. One night of a thoughtless action to irrevocably change my life. One moment, I'm at my father's house going to college and socializing. The next, I'm stuck with a MAFIA boss and his son. One who despises me with every fiber of his being. Stephano Mendoza I was beyond irritated when she interrupted. Large doe eyes, ink-black hair, and a very wide mouth. She disrupts the silence, even when she says nothing. Because it's just her personality. And I hate it. I hate her. But Vince gives zero fucks because, while one moment she's a rat's daughter, the next, she's my wife. My fucking wife.