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The Falcon Ridge Series Book 1 Anna Riker: I have no patience for the military Security unit. I have a giant chip on my shoulder and it didn't help when one soldier almost gets himself killed and I have to save him. There's something about this soldier that gets under my skin. I don't want to find out, but the closer I get, the more I can't help myself. River Blake: I'm next in line to take over my pack. I joined the security unit over a year ago to appease my father. When he says I need my fated mate to get my title, yeah I'm angry. Until I see a woman, dressed in leather. She says our future together could never be, but I'll do everything i can to prove to her that she's for me and I'm for her. Michael Dorian: I know Im being used. I didn't mind at first, but now things have changed. When she meets some soldier, a rage boils in my gut. Like a powder keg ready to explode. I have to prove to Anna she's for me and only me. And I will. Even if I have commit treason and murder to do it.

Mon père et mon frère avaient toujours aimé ma sœur aînée, et m'avaient toujours détestée. Lors d'un gala, alors que j'étais humiliée en public, c'est Gabriel Dumas, le chef de la mafia, qui était intervenu pour me défendre. Il avait même annoncé devant tout le monde que j'étais la femme qu'il aimait le plus. Gabriel m'avait acheté un château au cœur de la forêt, où il avait fait planter des tulipes, mes fleurs préférées. Il y avait organisé un mariage féerique, si grandiose qu'il avait fait la une dans tout le pays. Du jour au lendemain, j'étais devenue l'objet de l'envie de toutes les femmes. À sept mois de grossesse, j'avais assisté à la fête d'anniversaire de mon père. Ce soir-là, un incendie avait éclaté. Mon père et mon frère, aveuglés par leur favoritisme, avaient protégé ma sœur et l'avaient aidée à fuir. Moi, j'avais failli mourir dans les flammes. C'était encore Gabriel qui m'avait sauvée. Mais quand je m'étais réveillée à l'hôpital, ce que j'avais vu m'avait brisé le cœur. « Qui vous a autorisés à provoquer cet incendie ! » avait lancé Gabriel, le visage sombre. « Elle n'en est qu'à son septième mois de grossesse ! Vous vouliez provoquer un accouchement prématuré ? Vous essayiez de tuer Yvonne et son bébé, c'est ça ? » Mon frère et mon père avaient murmuré une justification : « La leucémie de Sylvie ne peut plus attendre. Le médecin a dit qu'il fallait opérer au plus vite… On a besoin de la moelle osseuse du bébé… » « Je suis plus inquiet que vous pour la vie de Sylvie. Sinon, je n'aurais jamais épousé Yvonne ! » « Mais vous n'avez pas le droit de lui faire du mal. J'ai mon propre plan », avait-il averti d'un ton glacial. Je m'étais enfuie, paniquée. Alors, il ne m'avait jamais épousée par amour. Tout ce qu'il avait fait pour moi, en réalité pour ma sœur. Comme mon père et mon frère, lui aussi ne l'aimait qu'elle, et pas moi. Puisque personne ne m'aimait… alors je partirais.

I had been hanging around with Mark Anderson for eight years. People in his circle said I had become addicted to loving him.To what extent had I become addicted?I had become addicted to the point where I didn't hesitate to get rid of any woman who got close to him.In the end, Mark sent me to rehab.Others went to rehab for smoking, drinking, or gaming addiction.But I went to rehab for Mark.Later, I did successfully overcome my addiction to him, but he expressed regret over it.

The Falcon Ridge Series Book 2 Six months after the battle with Torrents army, Caledons Security Unit decided to open a training camp for young adults from all the Alliance packs. Sarah Reynolds: I live in Black Lake. A tiny town that sits on the southern border of Falcon Ridge. After the Dragons attacked, my parents became worried they would attack again so they signed us up for the Caledon Boot Camp. I'm what you consider a problem child. I tend to get into trouble a lot. I don't want to go to this stupid camp and I'll make them wish they never laid eyes on me. Jayson Duke: I joined the Unit four years ago. I worked hard to get to where I am. Operations Leader was my dream job. That is until they gave it to River Blake. Now I'm told I have to go to Caledon to train their recruits. These aren't soldiers, they're kids. I don't train kids. I'm already angry that I have to be here, but it's made worse when I find out the Terror of Black Lake is here. Here to make my job hell. She's been all kinds of trouble for my pack in Black Lake and I'll be damned if she thinks she can make trouble for me here.

“He is the successor of a billionaire!” After breaking up with her “sugar daddy”,Avery decided to take the aim on the youngest billionaire in the country who she encountered on the rainy day. Avery smirked and walked up to him. The wave and curl of her blonde hair gave her sensu-ality and youth. She stopped when she’s inches from his face, her rosy lips were so charming and alluring that few mans can resist the tempta-tion. “So you are interested in me. You liked what you saw in the con-dominium.” “Yes, you are pretty but I don’t think I am that interested. He smiled politely and slowly moved his body away.He gave the umbrella to her as if nothing had happened,“I’m sorry.” It was the first time in Avery’s life that she tasted the failure. “What’s up with this man? How dare he rejected me! The asshole man!” “I must captive the guy’s heart!” Avery was determined.Not Her Usual Target is created by Sunshine Lee, an EGlobal Creative Publishing signed author.

On my birthday—the same day Troy hyped some "surprise" for me online—I saw a photo that afternoon. He was on my horse. With his assistant. His shirt hung open, red finger marks dragged across his chest. Caption? [First time in my life. Thanks to him.] The comments went wild: [Jealous of whoever touched those abs.] [That position... damn.] Troy liked that one. My chest went cold. I thought that side of him was just for me. Turns out—it could be anyone. I washed the horse myself. Scrubbed off every trace. Then I signed the ranch over to him. "You can give the rest away. Pick whoever you want." He lit up. I said yes to the arranged marriage.

"The marriage certificate's fake..." The clerk in the County Clerk's Office shot Serena a sympathetic look. "Vincent Schit legally married Maggie Cheape. Two weeks ago." Serena didn't even blink. Of course the guy she'd spent six years loving married his ex behind her back. "Thanks."

My father-in-law tossed a credit card across the table and looked down at me, demanding that I divorce his daughter. In my past life, I had refused with everything I had. But this time, I picked up the pen and signed the divorce papers without a second thought. Because right then, I remembered what had happened last time. In that life, I found my wife after she had lost her memory. To support her, I worked myself to the bone, delivering 200 food orders a day. But when her memories came back, she realized she was actually the daughter of the wealthy Harretts. She saw our marriage as a stain on her perfect life. To get rid of me, she pretended to have amnesia again. She said, "Since you saved me once, I'll give you some money. But after this, don't ever show up in front of me again." I refused. I stayed by her side, enduring her insults and beatings. But in the end, she ordered our son to set the fire that killed me, just so she could marry her first love. Now that I had been given another chance, I wasn't about to make the same mistake twice.

A week before the wedding, my fiancé, Luke Graham, announced that he needed to marry his first love, Mandy Lynch, before marrying me. “It’s because her mother passed away,” he explained, “and her dying wish was to see Mandy married to a good man. I’m just fulfilling an elder’s final request. Don’t overthink it.” But the company had already planned to launch the “True Love” jewelry line on the day of our grand wedding. Impatiently, he dismissed my concerns: “It’s just a few million. Does that compare to Mandy’s love for her mother? If you’re so eager to make those millions, go find someone else to marry.” Hearing his cold and heartless words, I understood everything. Without another word, I turned and dialled my family. “Brother, help me find a new groom.”

The day of the verdict, Simon—my fiancé—begged me to take the deal. "I know you're innocent, but Nancy's pregnant. I can't let her go to jail." Tears. Fake concern. "This is for your own good," he said, holding my hand. I signed it. In my last life, I refused—and paid for it with prison, torture, and infertility. This time? I played along. By morning, headlines screamed I'd stolen trade secrets. Nancy? Front and center. "Yeah, it was her. I saw her sneak into Johnston Group with my own eyes!" But when court opened that afternoon, Clark—yes, the plaintiff—stepped up and dropped the case. Then, in front of everyone, he pulled out a ring, dropped to one knee, and said, "Heidi Wynn, this time... will you marry me?"