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This spicy tale has you hot steamy nights, bloody battles, palace intrigue, and a forbidden love that will last the ages. Adriana Gervais (Ana), 3rd Daughter of Emperor Franco Centauri Gervais, the Blood Demon, is the new Vampiric Empire’s Ambassador. George Atwood, son of a soldier, has risen through the ranks of the emperor’s forces with a vengeance. He’s been tasked to keep the Ana alive. What could go wrong? George has watched Ana as she combat trains, loving it entirely too much. Everything about her makes him fall a little harder. That’s the problem, if anyone finds out he lusts for her, they'd suffer a fatal punishment. Ana’s first impression is no less than George’s. She’s aware of the dangers if a courtier catches on. It could result in blackmail or death. Ana is part of the Elite caste. George is part of the Guardian caste. No one’s life partner comes from a different caste, even if they’re fated. So, says the law. Ana has no interest in the throne or ruling. Her parents haven’t instructed her like her sisters. Yet she’s still bound to the caste system and laws. Wearing leather and combat boots, instead of silk and stilettos Ana loves to thumb her nose at tradition, even if she can’t at the caste system. Things get dicey for the two when they must resist the sparks of passion when they first meet in the emperor’s presence and as time goes on it doesn’t get any better. Travel back to when Ana was nineteen and rebellious. See their forbidden love begin and how it burns over time. Will they survive the court intrigue, murder plots, and fate that complicates their lives. Cover by Getcovers.

Fann is a mighty Highland warrior on a mission. As a reward for decades of successful battles, the king has granted Fann land, title, and a beautiful young wife! But to claim them he must first rescue his bide from unknown abductors and return her to her home. Their home. And she doesn't know that they have been wed! The king had taken control of Lord MacDonald's clan, his lands, and wed both of the man's daughters by proxy in order to cover a significant tax debt. Fann hopes to find her, rescue her, and for her to willingly marry him before she finds out the truth. That he is called the wicked warrior not because of his fierce fighting, but for the type of sexual acts that bring him the most pleasure. For surely, a lass raised in an abbey will not do the things he wishes to do with her if she knows they are wicked. Or will she...

Eidolon Avenue: Where the secretly guilty go to die. One building. Five floors. Five doors per floor. Twenty-five nightmares feeding the hunger lurking between the bricks and waiting beneath the boards. The sequel to Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast (“a great read...powerful and jarring” - Cemetery Dance) returns to the voracious Eidolon as it savors The Second Feast. A narcoleptic man in apartment 2A battles a vengeful past determined to rob him of everything as he runs from the barbaric disaster of a delusional love. A woman in 2B, reinventing herself to please a callous boyfriend, discovers the horrors that wait in the shadows of her self-renovation. The man in 2C, a teacher at the nearby Catholic girl’s school, collapses beneath the brutal consequences of his lecherous desires. An older woman in 2D, after decades dedicated to the church, is cornered at last by the grisly carnage beating at the hollow center of her faith. And a college student in 2E, hungry to escape an ignored life of invisible anonymity, finds herself captured between the pages of a ravenous book. All thrown into their own private hell as every cruel choice, every drop of spilled blood, every silent, complicit moment of cowardice is remembered, resurrected and relived to feed the ancient evil that lives on Eidolon Avenue. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing

Wyatt Lane stands at the precipice of his own making. Behind the façade of a successful CEO lies a secret life of underground fight clubs, where Wyatt, known as Hawk, battles his inner demons. As he grapples with a love he dares not confess for his childhood friend, Penelope, his nights are consumed by brutal violence, a desperate attempt to control a life that feels increasingly chaotic. Penelope, ever-present yet painfully unaware of the depth of Wyatt's restlessness, struggles to penetrate the armor he's built around himself. As their bond deepens, so does the danger, leading Wyatt to a crossroads: confront his hidden fears and desires or succumb to the darkness that threatens to consume him.

“Just as pathetic as I remember you to be, sweetheart.” “I sleep with you because I’m unfortunate to be married to you so don’t bother reading between the lines.” Slapping his treacherous lips away from my own, I huff frantically. “I detest the sight of you, bastard.” He smirks throwing me against the filthy wall of the cave before whispering against my lips, “I know, sweetheart.” Fisting his shirt, I pull him in, “I’ll kill you someday for all your bullshit. The best part is I’ll be hailed as a hero for it.” I dig my nails into his side while digging my heels in his toes. Chuckling, he kissed me with a novel fervour. Too consumed with his taste on my tongue I don’t realize he had taken me off the floor. In times like these he made his hate achingly obvious by his rough groping. When after several seconds he is still ravaging my mouth, I slap his arm to gasp for air but he takes his sweet time devouring life out of me. He let me go only when my life flashes before my eyes. Caressing my hair as I huffed out puffs of air, he smirked. “Good Morning, Nafasm.” I'll remember to add getting away with murder on my bucket list. .... I had everything in life figured out and about half a year to get out of college and finally experience life (Breathy tone) but that's when Sienna, my bitch of a friend, asked me for a favor. Why the hell am I kidnapped? And what is with these people growling like rabid dogs? And please, can anyone tell me why the f*ck, AM I GETTING MARRIED TO THEIR HUNK OF A GANG LEADER WITH UNNATURAL GLOWING EYES?

"I don't want to marry him!" I shouted. She slapped me across the face, sharply and mercilessly. "I didn't raise you to be ungrateful. Do I need to remind you why this is necessary?" ___ His father destroyed her family, leaving her homeless and hollow. Consumed by vengeance, she vowed to make him suffer, to see his world crumble just as hers had. But as she got closer, everything began to change. Her resolve wavered, her heart softened. Yet, revenge remained her only path. ___ Dive into the story of a woman driven by revenge and the powerful Don who could be her salvation—or her downfall. Read the gripping tale of shattered lives, burning desire, and a love that battles against the darkest of motives.

Havoc Alexana Javier over-organized every single thing, but not her thoughts when Meter Ozuluen De Leon was around. Since childhood, Havoc already knew how her eyes sparkled just by seeing Meter from afar. The butterflies, the chills, the blushes—they all started with a happy crush until that feeling developed through time. As they faced the early years of adulthood, things suddenly changed. Meter was a heartthrob and he was always chased by girls. As everyone else expected, he got a girlfriend at a young age. On the other hand, Havoc who had a huge crush on him found herself shocked because she was not that sad. It hurt her but not to the point that she would hysterically slap someone's face for stealing someone she never owned in the first place. Maybe because… Rhyme Okideo De Leon was there. Meter's twin brother. Havoc's closest friend. Rhyme always supported Havoc even with her crazy feelings for his twin and whenever it went overboard, he was still there for her—guiding and protecting her. He was consistent. But as time went by, his actions changed due to some inevitable disasters in Havoc's life. Probably because Rhyme needed to help her in his ways. The Rhyme ways—the things he kept holding for a very long time.

★Be careful who you trust. Because, even your bestfriend can also become your greatest enemy★ Don't come close to me !" I yelled on top of my lungs, taking two step backwards. My gaze fixated on his hand, dripping with blood. He had just cut off a man's hands like it meant nothing. What kind of human is he? No! No! No! He is no human, he is an animal. A bloody filthy animal. "I won't hurt you, baby girl." He took a couple of step towards me and I kept moving backwards, until my rear back collided with the wall, trapping me with him. I whimpered in fear. Unable to utter a single word as his bloodied hand caressed my chin. Somebody please save me! I cried inwardly. "You're so fucking beautiful." He complimented me but I returned the favor by spitting on his face. "And you're an animal!" I retorted. He wiped his face with his bloody hand. Then, he shot me a daunting glare. I braced myself for what could come next. I was ready to bear the brunt of my action. He could run a slap across my face. or perhaps, he might even kill me too. But instead, his handsome face brightened with a devilish smirk and he claimed my lips. -----★----★----★----★---- Janie's father took her to a big mansion under the guise of going there to borrow money for her tuition fee. Unknown to her, he was going to sell her to the ruthless and dangerous mafia king, Luciano Pavarotti. The man whom she trusted all her life wasn't really who she thought he was. Her father just betrayed her! what happens after Janie suffers that betrayal from her father? How will she cope living with the most dangerous person on Earth as his possession?

“I, King Damien Thorne reject you as my mate.” I always thought I was Cinderella, that I was gonna find my mate the day I turned eighteen and then happily ever after. But I was all wrong because it came as a slap in the face. Bringing me to the cold reality of my fate. I was a slave, not a princess. And he was King, not a prince. Viola Graham fell from being the princess of her pack to having chains and shackles around her neck and feet, battered and torn and betrayed. Her identity of being the Alpha’s daughter, she must hide from the man who stared at her with hatred and contempt. He realized the slave brought to him is his mate. A second chance mate he never hoped for after his fated mate died cruelly in his arms and he lived in the emptiness to strengthen his pack. Will he be able to open his heart to the weird violet-eyed woman and love again? What happened when she fake her death and run away because of secrets that had made their love turn into hatred?

"I'll accept the hospital's offer. I leave for Italvia in two weeks." Vanessa Jahn stood by the window, pregnancy report in hand. On the other end of the call, Rob Lambert, the hospital director, sounded thrown. "Wait—what? After all this time? I've been trying to get you on board for years." She let out a humorless laugh. "Guess it finally felt like time for a change. Anyway, I've got a lot to wrap up before I go. We'll catch up later." She hung up. The ache in her heart lingered as she glanced back down at the report.