Slow Burn Glass

Allistair Zane Fretzellis was haunted by the same dream every night. A vision drenched in blood, fire and carnage. A phantom whose touch burns and his face he longs to see but cannot. Samael Lucian DelFierro-King of Wolves, Alpha of Alphas. A ruler cloaked in ruthlessness, feared across the realms. He was a monster. A king. A man broken and whole all at once. When hatred collides with fate, what would they do, when destiny bound them as fated mates? A dark tale of blood and fire. Of desire that burns, possesses, and whispers- "I will let the world burn for you."

His fingers traced down my side, slow and teasing, until he reached my thigh, he gripped it hard and lifted it higher around his waist, the change in angle had me gasping as I felt the hard nudge of his very hard and well sized shaft. “You’re sensitive,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. I wanted to give a reply, show him I was still in control but damn it, he moved and he pushed that little monster inside me with deliberate, frustrating slowness and it was like the room tilted. “Oh my…” —------------------- The day Emilia lost everything, she met a mysterious man who she ended up having a passionate night with, but it only left her longing for more. Little did she know, her forced wedding was about to bring them together again. But this time, as brother-in-law and sister-in-law. Torn between duty and desire, Emilia must decide: resist the attraction or give in to her heart's desire.

I was performing the hundredth "restoration" surgery on my mafia husband's latest mistress when I finally decided to leave him. For five years, I, Isabella Rossi, have lived a double life: the respected wife of a powerful Don, and the personal physician tasked with "purifying" the women he discards. Vincent's twisted religious conviction is his law: only a wife untouched by any other man can bear his legitimate heir. I was that pure wife, yet he treated me as his most unclean possession. My love for him died a slow death. A thousand empty nights. It was killed by the cold steel of my own operating table. By the sounds of other women boasting about his touch. The five-year prenuptial agreement that bound me to this hell was set to expire at midnight. I had already called my grandfather, the only man Vincent truly fears. My escape was hours away. By the time he realized his mistake, it was too late.

"Loving you is the worst sin I've ever committed in my life, Tyron," Lizelle's bitter words seemed to burn her heart. The butterflies in her stomach died, the rain joined her lifeless heart, and above all, her self-loathing could not be erased as if it was a mark engraved on her entire being. What can we bestow for love? What can we waive? And what can we give up? People who were met at the wrong time and chance. How long can they forgive each other to forget the past?

“You’re paid to protect me, not touch me,” Aria snapped, backing into the velvet wall of the limousine. Aria Kingsley had been kissed before. But never like this. Not against the cold wall of her father’s mansion. Not by the one man sworn to guard her body, not steal it. Aria has been raised like a jewel in a glass box—perfect, untouchable, and suffocated by her father’s power. When a threat against her life surfaces, Damon Cross, a brooding ex-special forces soldier with scars he doesn’t talk about, is hired as her personal bodyguard. Aria hates his rules. Damon hates her defiance. But the more they clash, the hotter the tension burns. Every stolen glance, every forbidden touch threatens to destroy the walls between them. Yet Damon’s past is as dangerous as Aria’s future. Enemies close in, secrets unravel, and passion becomes a risk neither can afford. In a world where loyalty can be bought and betrayal is inevitable, one question remains— Can Aria survive falling in love with the one man she was never meant to have?

The rumbling of the thunder and the rain kept pouring in torrent as Martina knelt in front of the man she called her husband and beside him was the only person she had ever called friend. With blood dripping down from her white nightwear and sweat glistening her forehead despite the cold weather, tears were streaming down her eyes. The two people in front of her looked like the devil she has watched from movies when she was just a child and the much talked about demon from her Bible stories. This was the longest night of her life, how she wished everything would end and she would wake up in her big comfy bed back at her father’s mansion but here she was, kneeling in front her own husband begging for her life while her best friend just sat there with a glass of whisky in hand. Martina was left wondering if it was not too cold for whiskey at this time. Five years later, she is reborn as the youngest and richest CEO and guess what??? Her ex husband is her cousin and she will be married to the richest and the most dominant man in America.. revenge is sure to be served hot.

He kissed me breathless, senseless—he had me wanting, shamelessly panting against the cool glass of the courtyard, open for anyone.“We can’t! Someone could see—!”“Let them," he husked against my neck. "I want them to see.”My name is Ayda Sabine, once the princess to the illustrious Emerald Lake pack, now a single mother living a life of destitution in Eventide City. My status has been stripped from me, banished by my parents for my digression of falling outside my betrothal agreement. To make matters worse, I don't remember who the father of my son is. All I can recall are his golden eyes. However, when the opportunity arises for me and my son to ascend the social ladder as the personal stylist to Narcissa Onasis of the Diamond Spring clan, I finally get the opportunity to find the man who could be my true mate. If Narcissa's fiance, Prince Sebastian of the Obsidian Moon doesn't stop me. Alpha's Secret Mate is created by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Published author.

Lyra Castell once believed love could survive anything — even fame. But when her husband, Dorian Veynor, betrayed her on stage and the world turned against her, her voice, her child, and her heart were destroyed. Years later, she returns as The Phoenix — the mysterious singer the world can’t stop talking about. Behind the mask hides the woman Dorian once loved… and the one who’s come to make him pay. Because this time, Lyra isn’t here to sing for love. She’s here to burn for revenge.

Dark shadows, bloodlines and ancient magic. There was never a time I knew what normal was, not even in my dreams. Born a blood sucker, trained a warrior, blessed with gifts - or cursed which ever way you see it, and now having to protect myself from the ones that want my soul. But I'll burn before I let them. Or I might just drown... Right before I rip my heart open But you'll find me, at the bottom of the lake buried deep. Right after I rip my heart open

Screw standard blurbs. This isn't an ordinary book... This is a paranormal romance, with a reverse harem feel. Addictive as crack, and I'm not talking old, hairy builders crack either. Don't expect any fluff or happy endings, because what you'll actually get is bad attitudes, foul language, and men so damn hot, they'll melt your panties off with just one look. Read the book. Let me pull you in and make you fall in love, before viciously ripping out your heart, just because I can. By the end of the book, expect to be ugly crying, while you plot my slow, yet painful death. As tempted as you are, do not throw your tablet at the wall. I promise I'll send one of my hunks to rescue you from that cliff you're currently hanging from by your bra straps. You're welcome. I'll see you in the next book, sweetcheeks.