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’ ‘And howling and howling,’ Ben assured her. Kerrien was amused. She wondered how Martine had taken that. It must have quite put an end to any expectation she might have had of passionate lovemaking. It wouldn’t have mattered after all, Kerrien thought, if she had been there. Then she realized that she would probably have had the chore of sitting up with the puppy. ‘He’s a setter,’ Jodie said proudly. ‘He’s called Lloyd.’ ‘That’s an unusual name,’ Kerrien said. ‘Who thought of that?’

Story Title: Midnight Contract Author: Feylume Genre: Office Romance, Billionaire, Power Play, Explicit Erotica Main Characters: • Isabella Hart – 26, ambitious, intelligent, beautiful with long dark hair and curves that drive him crazy. • Damien Cross – 34, ruthless CEO, tall, muscular, dark hair, piercing gray eyes, extremely dominant and controlling. Blurb: When her devastatingly handsome and ruthless CEO offers her a secret after-hours contract, Isabella discovers that mixing business with the most sinful pleasure comes with a dangerous price… and she’s addicted.

It was a subtle movement, a betrayal of her body's hunger that her mind might not have been ready to admit. I drank in every detail, the flush spreading across her cheeks, the way her lower lip trembled, the darkening of her eyes as pupils dilated. What is your name? I asked, whispering in her question ear, Lira she replied trembling. The scent of her rose up, mixing with the smell of the lake and the damp soil, a sweet, musky perfume that went straight to my head. My cock was a steel rod, pulsing with every heartbeat, desperate to be freed.

"Samuel? Who's that?" The ghost bride looked completely confused. "If you say you're my husband, then tell me… Do you even know my name?" I watched as her fingernails slowly grew longer, sharpening into blade-like claws. My heart jumped into my throat, afraid she would swipe at me any second. "Ximena. Your name is Ximena!" The ghost bride slowly retracted her claws, a thoughtful look crossing her face. "Well… it seems we really do know each other."

The room was filled with department heads. The general manager, Wallace Beckham, frowned. "Ms. Thornton, what exactly is going on? Is what was said in the email true?" "Mr. Beckham, everyone." I stood up, scanning the room before my gaze finally landed on Everly. "Ms. Chance says I'm obsessed with men. She claimed that I was competing with her, that I used dirty thoughts to accuse them of an inappropriate relationship." I smiled slightly, then my expression turned cold. "So, I'd like to ask, what kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves using a girlfriend's supplementary card to buy the mentee a Tiffany necklace? What kind of mentor-mentee relationship involves booking a king-size room to

He never gave her money to glam up, but he wanted her to glam up. When I got to the bus stop, I brought out my phone to order for a uber. I always sat at the bus stop to order a ride. While I wait for my ride, I enjoyed the beautiful busy view of my small town. Greentown was name after the beautiful gardens that was almost everywhere in the town.

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

She raised her brows. “Seriously?” He narrowed his eyes at her. “Yes, seriously! Ah yous should check it out too, come I’ll read it out to you, it’s great!” She clapped her hands in excitement. “No thank you, you know I don’t read romance,” He shook his head. “But it’s a unique one,” She protested, “A popular mystery/thriller writer is thrown inside her own novel! How cool is that?” “Hmm?” he raised his brows. “Did it pick your interest?” She wiggled her brows. “Ah, the guy has the same name as you, by the way,” She added.

Its title is Persephone’s Pomegranate, a novel it based the game on. I rarely read romance novels. When I looked at the synopsis, the plot seemed promising.