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He was so handsome. The work he had done, the story of old loves, the closeness of our bodies, it was all intoxicating to me. My body craved the taste of his lips and I could no longer fight against the craving. I leaned over and kissed him. It was the culmination of years of longing, particularly intense for the last three weeks. I had wanted this so badly, ever since the kiss at the Winter Carnival. He pulled back a little. "Holly?"

I’m damn proud of it, and I’m glad I didn’t give up after the first fail. I’ve discovered that I get into those fantasy stories where one person knows who his or her soul mate is upon meeting them, or even before that, as what happened in the A Court of Thorns and Roses series by Sarah J. Maas, A Kinda Fairy Tale series by Cassandra Gannon, and many of the shifter books by Eve Langlais that I have loved so much. So that’s where I came up with the Love Mark idea.

After only a few minutes of trying to catch our breath in the dark room, the crazy heat between us started up all over again. Callan rolled onto his back, reaching out his big hands to grab my waist and pulling me up on top of him. "Get on top," he told me, his dark blue eyes looking right into mine. I didn't wait. I climbed over his legs, sitting right on his hips. I leaned down and licked his big chest, tasting his salty sweat and running my tongue all over his hard muscles. I grabbed his big, hard dick with my hand, holding it straight up. Slowly, I pushed my hips down, sliding his thick cock deep back inside my wet pussy.

— His Claws On My Neck (c) 2020 by zavieda COMPLETED Total word count: 150k Genre: Romantasy Subgenre: Werewolf, office romance This book contains adult scenes that may not be suitable for young audiences. Reader's discretion is highly advised. Grammatical errors are also incurred throughout the book, but it is constantly being proofread and revised. Readers' understanding is deeply appreciated.

With a sudden, violent motion, she swept it off the nightstand. The glass shattered against the stone floor, the liquid spilling out like wasted light. Dante let out a guttural sound, a mixture of triumph and agony. He crushed his mouth against hers, a kiss that tasted of finality and fire. This was the "Intimate Love Romance" at its most visceral—a communion of the damned. He didn't make love to her; he reclaimed her. He used the "Body Betrayal" as a conduit, forcing her to acknowledge that her choice was permanent.

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Antony pointed to one of the cabinets in Claire's room, filled with her favorite romance novels. "Those are just stories in romance novels," he scoffed. "No CEO buys breakfast in movies or novels because they don't tell the story of the cook." He continued, "And besides, in this situation, I'm not a CEO. I'm just a guy trying to get attention. Do you know what that means?" Antony asked again. Claire didn't answer, and he took it as a sign that she understood. "And I'm looking for the plus points in the woman I'm pursuing," he added. Claire still looked at Antony in disbelief. "Why are you just silent?" Antony ended up feeling frustrated. Claire shook her head. "I didn't know you could be thi

I am grateful. To everyone who has ever inserted a clause. You know who you are. I hope it worked. To J., who said on the day I finished the first draft: the dedication should be for the people who inserted the clause. That is the dedication. Thank you for reading my mind. The building is forever. Both things are true. About the Author Clare Felix writes MM Romance and BL fiction about men who are complicated in specific and recognisable ways, and about the people who love them anyway.

, sleeves rolled up over those thick, veined forearms that flexed when he moved. His dark eyes locked on her, burning with something feral, intense. Before she could even process it, he closed the gap in two long strides—his big hand clamping around her wrist like a vice, spinning her around and slamming her back against the cold granite island. His body pinned her there, all hard muscle and heat pressing into her softer frame."What the—Sir?!" Shock hit her like ice water in her veins. Her heart slammed against her ribs, pulse roaring in her ears. This wasn't happening. Not to her. Not ambitious Maria, who kept her head down and her legs closed.His other hand clamped her jaw, firm but not br