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When my father asked me to choose between the two Lewis brothers I had grown up with to get married to, I chose Joseph Lewis. He was the man I had secretly loved for 13 years. But on the day of our wedding, his stepsister, Jessica Lewis, leaped off the rooftop of the hotel. She left behind a letter written in blood, blessing Joseph and me with a lifetime of love and happiness. It was only then that I learned that the two of them had been secretly in love for years. At the wedding, Joseph lost control in front of everyone, declaring that he would no longer be concerned with any worldly affairs. I was left standing helplessly in place. For the rest of his life, he lived in guilt, keeping vigil beside Jessica's grave. I resented his deceit, yet stubbornly clung to our marriage, and we tormented each other for years. This went on until we were kidnapped one day. To save me, he perished together with the kidnappers. Before he died, he looked at me and said, "Evelyn, it was wrong of me to keep it from you. But now that both Jessica and I are gone, that should settle the debt, shouldn't it? If there's a next time, don't choose me again." Then, I reopen my eyes to see that I have returned to the day when my father asked me to choose my fiance. This time, I will firmly choose his elder brother, Theodore Lewis.

« Qu'est-ce que… tu fais ? » demanda Celeste d'une voix tremblante mais douce, comme si elle était au bord des larmes. « Qu'en penses-tu, ma petite ange ? » Malakai inclina la tête, ses yeux sombres se plissant, tandis que sa grande main caressait chaque tache de rousseur de son visage. « Voilà comment je montre à tout le monde à qui tu appartiens. En d'autres termes, je te revendique, ma chère épouse, et ici, point de salut, seulement la damnation. » ***************** Celeste Ronan devait épouser le benjamin des frères Valtor. L'amour de sa vie, mais quelques jours avant le mariage, elle le surprit en train de murmurer des mots doux à l'oreille de sa sœur aînée, tandis qu'elle le chevauchait. Fragilité et fille de la famille Ronan, elle fut rejetée, impuissante, tandis que son ex-fiancé épousait sa sœur aînée. Un verre d'alcool était censé l'aider à noyer son chagrin et à se complaire dans son désespoir, mais il n'en fut rien. Sa résistance à l'alcool ne fit pas le poids, et elle finit dans les bras de l'aîné des frères Valtor, Malakai Valtor. Celui qui portait une cicatrice, le milliardaire impitoyable et froid qui piétinait rois et ministres. Il n'était pas un sauveur, mais un démon dans un costume Alexander Amosu sur mesure. Céleste cherchait désespérément à fuir la réalité. Elle signa donc un contrat de mariage et devint officiellement sienne. À lui. À lui de la briser. À lui de la damner. Malakai Valtor est d'une avidité sans bornes. Il n'est pas question de partager sa jeune épouse innocente, qui cherche refuge dans son enfer, ni sa multinationale valant des milliards. Ni avec son frère, ni avec personne d'autre.

Years ago, Elijah’s world shattered the day his husband, Gabe, vanished without a word. They said it was a plane crash. They said there were no survivors. But lies have long wings and now Gabe is back. Alive. Rich. Powerful. And with no memory of the life he shared with Elijah. When Gabe reappears in the arms of another world, Elijah is torn between rage and relief. His husband doesn’t remember the vows, the late-night laughter, or the broken pieces they were trying to heal together. Worse, someone is trying to erase Gabe’s name from his family’s fortune and Elijah might be the only one who can help him uncover the truth. Bound by a fake marriage that once held real love, the two must pretend for the world while battling ghosts of their past. As secrets unravel and the danger grows, so does the pull between them. But this second chance comes with a price and a past neither of them are ready to face. Was Gabe running from something… or someone? And if Elijah helps him remember, will love bring them home or destroy them both? A dark, emotionally raw MM romance about memory, betrayal, and the painful beauty of second chances. .

Cassidy Young is what most people compared to a wildfire - she has sass, beautiful looks, and knows how to make anyone turn in their grave but she has a dark past... In fact, she chasing both ghosts and murders, forcing her way from town to town, hoping to redeem her faults and somewhere along the way she meets a handsome and dangerous stranger... Dodge Moore is called the Reaper, he brings death and calm anger everywhere he goes; he has always been alone and even though he seems to care for no one, a new and beautiful stranger walked herself into his life, taking him in a whirlwind of emotions he has never felt before. Not only is he faced with a new challenge called Cassidy, he's also searching for a murderer... Will they help each other or will their feelings scare them away? Is love real on the Wild West frontier or is it just infatuation? Will Cassidy's wildfire burn her or Dodge? Will Dodge's Reaper presence kill him or the girl he's quickly falling for? Find out in Searching the Wild Lovely West to find out!

🔥 TRIGGER WARNING: Explicit sexual content ahead. 18+ only. 🔥 “Fuck, this is wrong,” he snarls, sweat dripping from his collar onto my breasts as his thick, veiny cock slams into my soaked pussy, each thrust a wet, filthy slap off the office walls. I clamp down hard, every slick ridge dragging fire through me, and gasp against his stubbled throat, “That’s why it feels so good.” Exiled to a small Italian town after a sex-tape scandal torched her father’s career, Lilith Black was meant to vanish. Instead, she strides into Saint Raphael’s in a white dress and targets the one man she can’t touch. Father Damien Cross is devotion incarnate—until the confessional booth becomes her weapon. She sees the killer beneath the collar and craves him anyway. He knows she’ll ruin him, but the monster inside is already clawing free. When ghosts from his blood-soaked past resurface, Lilith must decide if Damien is worth the inferno. Some temptations are worth burning for. Some sins are too delicious to resist.

"I sold my soul to the devil to save my life, only to find out the devil wanted my heart.” “One year. No feelings. Just a contract. When the time is up, you leave with nothing.” Gabrielle Daniels was the discarded "Jewel" of the Daniels family, drugged and sold by her stepmother to pay off her father’s gambling debts. To escape a fate worse than death, she crawls into the suite of the most dangerous man in Celios City—Ethan Shore, the cold-blooded "Emperor" of the Shore Corporation. She thought he was her temporary shield. He thought she was just another gold-digger. But when Gabrielle tears up his five-million-dollar check and demands a marriage certificate instead, the game changes. Under the silk sheets and behind the closed doors of the Shore Estate, a "contract" becomes a battlefield of desire. As her enemies conspire to ruin her and ghosts from the past return to claim Ethan’s heart, Gabrielle must decide: Is she a pawn in his corporate war, or is she the only woman capable of taming the beast? He thought he bought a wife. He didn’t realize he’d met his match.

BOOK 2 after “Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friends TW: Dark Romance. BDSM. MF. FF. MFF. MM. MMMF. After years of fantasizing about her best friend’s hot, untouchable brother—the ruthless president of the Crimson Reapers MC—Ashley Johnson finally gets her chance. Gray’s wife walks out, leaving him shattered with nothing but rumors of a pregnancy she may or may not have faked. Gray is struggling, drowning in ghosts of the past, but Ashley is more than willing to distract him—with her body, her loyalty, and threesomes at sex clubs that push every limit he’s been afraid to cross. But when Christine storms back into town nine months later—with Gray’s four-month-old son in her arms—the game changes. Will Ashley step aside and let Gray rebuild his family? Or will she fight for him with everything she has… even if it means sharing the man she swore would one day be hers? Sharing My Best Friend’s Brother by Destiny B. Is a streamy, dark MC romance full of betrayal, obsession, and a love too wild to cage.

A well-planned day will be the way to cross their path crucially. August 13, 2014, was the marked day Lavender Visha Grey will meet her new psychologist, Dr. Black, to maintain her lovely reputation she will need a therapist to help her heal her darkest past she had been hiding since she escaped. Growing up in an orphanage as skinny and stinky as she was, she has been the target of big fat bullies since she arrived in the shelter. The poor little Lavender tends to stay alone in the empty room, as usual after their meal she will run up to the third floor with her little smile and the idea she will be alone again. But she didn’t expect that the moment she stepped into the room her nightmares would be made and hunt her for the rest of her life. She never expected that the mighty psychologist would find the key to open her soul again out of curiosity. With his charming smile and dark look. Will her walls be shaken with the hot psychologist? Or she will buy any preference book to learn how to seduce a great seducer. Even she can entice many as she can. She needs to have the one she can’t unless she tells her story for the first time. On their way to getting into each other, they will be burned with their fiery desire with their way through. One heart that seeks revenge for her loved one, and one heart that intends to show his love but in a wrong way. “Manipulation is not always needed I know,” “I want peace but I need to avenge, yes,”

When I was a kid my entire family committed suicide. Weird, I know. Unfortunately, they thought themselves as unfit to live and ended their life. They had gotten themselves stuck in something deep and dark with a couple of the demons around our neighborhood and their contract was coming due. So at the age of only 13, I was left to fend for myself and survive in a world full of werewolves and demons. ~ I am Lisa Summers and my family was once one of the most powerful werewolf packs in North America. That is, however, only because of a contract made by a demon. After their deaths, the pack diminished to almost nothing. The spell cast upon the pack members had been lifted and they saw no reason to stick around. I was left with no one to support me and I was f****d to find my own way through life. My title as the Alpha's daughter slowly slipped back to Omega in a matter of hours. Nobody wanted anything to do with me. I was a freak in their eyes. They were embarrassed of me, I humiliated them. I was supposed to be strong and lead the pack when her parents couldn't and I wasn't able to. I was an Omega at heart. I always had been, no matter the spell the demon put on everyone. I was an Omega and they were finally beginning to see that. I was weak, pathetic, unloved, and an outcast. Everyone despised me. People who I thought of as family members disowned me. For the first time in my life I was completely and utterly alone. Until I met him. He is the one for me . Only him.

Je m'appelle Isabella Wright. La cinquième année de mon mariage avec le Don d'une puissante famille mafieuse, je découvre que le talisman de protection qu'il m'a offert me provoque des maux de tête chaque fois que je le porte sur moi. Je retire le petit sachet dissimulé à l'intérieur du talisman et l'apporte à l'hôpital Cursley. Le médecin examine le sachet, puis relève la tête et m'explique qu'il contient un type de poison à action lente, qui non seulement endommage progressivement le corps de la victime, mais finit aussi par la rendre stérile avec le temps. Je fonds en larmes et m'écrie : « Mais c'est impossible ! C'est mon mari qui me l'a donné ! Il s'appelle Vincenzo Cursley. C'est aussi le propriétaire de cet hôpital ! » Le médecin me regarde, visiblement déconcerté. « Mademoiselle, je crois que vous devriez consulter un psychiatre. Je connais très bien M. Cursley et son épouse. Ils sont extrêmement proches et affectueux. De plus, Mme Cursley a donné naissance à un petit garçon il n'y a pas si longtemps. Ils se trouvent tous les deux en ce moment même dans le service VIP, en train d'admirer leur enfant. » Puis le médecin sort son téléphone et me montre une photo. Vincenzo y a apparu, vêtu de son habituel costume noir, avec l'emblème de la famille Cursley brodé sur la poitrine. Il a tenu un bébé dans ses bras. Et la femme qui s'est tenue à ses côtés… Je la connais. Elle s'appelle Claudia Henderson. Et Vincenzo l'a toujours présentée comme sa sœur adoptive.