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Her perfectly manicured finger tapped fast across the screen, eyes darting, lips tightening with each swipe. Ping. Ping. Ping. Her phone lit up with a flood of calls and messages. Notifications stacked like bricks. She answered none of them. Leo leaned back, silent, sipping from his water like it was whiskey. His expression unreadable, but I could feel the tension coming off him in waves. Sloane finally exhaled. “Well, congratulations,” she said dryly, glaring at both of us. “You’re trending.” “What?” I blinked. She turned the screen to me.

I loved their slow burn, I loved how they found themselves even when someone tried to ruin them, it was so sweet and just as I was about to turn the page where he writes a poem for her, someone yelled my name. “Sloane.” Natalia yelled as she walked in, she startled me. She opened the large curtains and it almost shook my perfect position, because I was in a fetal position, on the link jelly bean bag, I had a book light shining bright on the words, the library was dark and cozy. “Oh God!” I said as I closed my eyes, a second to adjust to the light. “What? You are just reading, relax - I didn’t hurt you.” She said as she sat down on the second bean bag, I was the one that made Chase bring bean

For the first time in a long time, I don’t feel like I’m bleeding out. This is strange. This is not the life we know, but it’s starting to feel like something we could build. The next few days turn into weeks and we get into a routine. Ryan teaches Kaelion how to play video games. He breaks the controller by accident. Twice. Thorne helps Elle fix a blown fuse. He’s surprisingly good with wires. Sylvaine finds a bookstore and returns with three paperbacks and a tabloid featuring werewolves as a “mysterious forest hunk.” She has become obsessed with human books and food.

Halima was confused. “Her first book,” Sloane said suddenly. “Her first book was about an alien who was into bondage. All of her books have a thread of kink to them. We always thought she simply has a vivid imagination but maybe she goes for research? There is no way she’s participating. She’s got the lowest pain threshold of anyone I know. The girl cries with a paper cut. I mean I love her to death but she’s a wimp. There is no way she’s getting spanked, tied up, flogged, clamped or anything else.”

I just hoped He would reveal something quickly, though, before she went off and mated with someone else… ***** WANT TO SEE WHAT HAPPENED BETWEEN REECA AND RAKE? On September 26th the series bundle of SLAVE TO THE WOLF KING will release on Amazan. All four books in ONE volume, exclusive to KU/Kindel, and that will include extra content that answers this question AND MORE! Check it out—follow my author profile on Amazan (Aimee Lynn) to be notified of ALL my upcoming new releases!

"We give him what he wants. All three hybrids. In the same place. At the same time." "That's suicide." "No. That's bait." Her gold eyes burn. "We let him try to drain us. And when he does, we drain him back." --- **[End of Chapter 119]**

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa

He simply stood there and waited, he didn’t seem impatient about while doing it. She turned from the window. “I want to fight back,” she said. Damon looked at her without any surprise. “All right,” he said. “Then sit down.” — Sloane sat on the barstool. Then he walked around the counter, set down his coffee, and moved the photographs and receipts into a neat pile to the side. He wasn’t throwing them away, just clearing them from the middle because that conversation was over, and this was a different one now. “Before we talk about how,” he said, “you need to understand what you actually have.”

“Best morning I’ve had in years.” They cleaned up just enough to be decent, then he made coffee on the little machine in the back. They took it outside and sat on the front step together. Her in last night’s blue dress, wrinkled and marked with faint handprints. Him in yesterday’s clothes. Neither of them cared. She had the wrapped book in her lap. Opened it to the first essay. It was good. Really good. “She really didn’t deserve this,” Sloane said softly, holding it up.