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“Take it off,” he said, his expression cold and dark. “Eh—what do you mean?” I stammered, shocked by his words. “Oh, little one,” he smirked. “Didn’t anyone tell you? You’re here to warm my bed.” Avery Maddox thought she was being offered a job—until she realized she’d been sold to a billionaire. Not just any man, but Luca Stone: arrogant, powerful, and dangerously irresistible. She tries to run. She tries to fight. But what happens when Luca refuses to take no for an answer—and love begins to blur the lines between power and surrender?

"You will not wear that to my pool party, okay?" He was so close now, I could practically inhale his breath. "Why?" "Because I'm your brother and I say so." I scoffed involuntarily. "Yeah, right. You mean my stepbrother, whom I don't and will never accept as my stepbrother?" "Whether you like it or not, we are stuck together. And although I do not like it either," he stepped closer, his body pressed against mine and causing my heartbeat to increase erratically. "I would prefer not to add to my suffering by watching you flirt with some other guy." I swallowed, confused and conflicted. Does my stepbrother want me or not? Which is impossible, because seven years ago in high school, I was so convinced Liam Shedrach hated my existence. Why the sudden change after he found out we would be step siblings? Did anything change? Will the pretense to keep up the loving siblings appearances even last for long?

At one in the morning, the general manager posted the project assignments in the group chat and tagged everyone. I reviewed my responsibilities carefully, going through each detail to make sure I understood exactly what was expected of me. When I was done, I typed a simple "OK" and hit send. Two seconds later, my phone rang. It was him. As soon as I answered, his voice came through, icy and sharp, filled with unmistakable disgust. "Eric, I'm very disappointed in you. I must have been blind to trust you with anything important." My mind went completely blank. "What… what do you mean?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could stop them. What he said next was something I never could have imagined.

What happens when a half demon girl afflicted with nightmares, heir to the throne of the third realm of Hell, catches feelings for a fallen angel soldier, whose sole purpose is to hunt down and kill monsters such as herself? *** Ashton is plagued by nightmares. She’s cursed. With a simple touch she can see your fears. It proved to be quite lucrative under her mother’s manipulated hands until the bodies started piling up and whispers of her name traveled through the streets. Those whispers reached far and wide, catching unwanted attention. Seeking asylum at Mysteria Manor, a home for cursed girls, Ashton is kept hidden away hoping that those looking for her will lose interest. Little does she know is that there's a race to find her first. Being discovered by The Order's demon hunting soldiers, should mean death for Ashton. But they don't want to kill her. They want to use her. And by any means necessary, she will lead them to the demon they seek out. Her father. Working for the people that want nothing more than her kind dead is one this, but falling for the soldier that is assigned to keep her in line, is something else entirely. Carden is rude and cold, blames her for everything that goes wrong, but continues to save her on multiple occasions. Secret motives are revealed, unknown truths are heard and a choice is put upon Ashton. Continue trusting a fallen angel soldier that was assigned to collect her by any means, including making her fall in love with him, or to rule Hell with her family. Who will the daughter of blood and nightmares choose? Family or love? Heaven or Hell?

I was about to marry my boyfriend of seven years, Edward Carter. However, he was secretly getting a marriage certificate with his first love. In a moment of panic and disbelief, I confronted him: "Edward, what do I even mean to you?" Edward grabbed me as I tried to walk away, his eyes filled with helplessness: "Jennifer, you know Chloe is my first love. She only has two months left to live. I just don't want her to leave with regrets." "The woman who will be my last wife, though, is you." It was laughable. He felt sorry for his first love—did that mean I had to suffer? I saw the mocking look Chloe Smith shot my way. Then, to make things worse, Edward actually suggested I let Chloe take my place in the wedding. That was the last straw. After seven years of love, I did not want it anymore. I called my brother, "Hey, the wedding is in ten days. Can you find me a new groom?"

“The day my husband brought home his fated mate, was the day my unborn child died.” Ame is preparing for the return of her husband, the Alpha of the Shadow Hunters pack, blissfully unaware that his return will destroy everything. He doesn’t come alone. Suddenly during one fateful day, Ame finds herself framed for the death of her own unborn child…the mastermind to her downfall is her husband’s fated mate who returned from the war with him. Ame loses all trust in her husband of three years, having spent every day praying for his safe return, pleading with the Moon Goddess for him to survive the war that has torn neighbouring packs apart. Rather than celebrate his return, she is thrown into turmoil as it turns out she isn’t the only one carrying his child….his fated mate is also pregnant. What does this mean for Ame, for her position as Luna….as his wife. When she awakes from an incident to find her child gone, rather than console her….her husband blames her for the death of their child. Resigned to the fact that she cannot win, she prepares to leave only for her rival to attempt to murder her…to annihilate the competition. Unbeknown to the pack, she fails, Ame fleeing but not before declaring an oath of revenge to the Moon Goddess as flames rip away at her past life. She will prove her innocence; she won’t rest until she clears her name.

Past hurts have taught Vivienne Bouvier not to shy away from danger or show fear, not even when she encounters the ruthless Adonis Knight, CEO to Crimson Inc. But things are not always what they seem, and Vivienne may not be the only one with secrets up her sleeve—secrets of the shapeshifting, moon goddess, mates variety. As feelings and temptations ignite, old enemies start to close in on all sides, and with a potential war brewing they know they must fight to win, as failure could mean their deaths.

Diana Walter is a Journalist in the urban area of Los Angeles, California, focused on getting a promotion at the Media company she works for. She comes from an abusive family and has ruled out every chance of love coming her way. She comes in contact with Bryan Fox, a Neurosurgeon at Kindread Hospital Los Angeles, and a Philanthropist, driven by passion for his work and children. Unexpected rigmaroles bring them together and they realize they just might be what they need for each other, secrets and vulnerabilities are shared, but there are challenges ahead. Their differences and conflicts defeat all purpose and both characters are forced to make a decision. What exactly drives Bryan's love for children? What skeletons does Bryan have in his cupboard? Is Diana willing to commit to a relationship and let go of her fear? Where does this roller coaster of emotions and high flying romance lead Diana? Where does it lead Bryan? Happy ever after? Or not?

Fedora Smith was done with love. Finished. Buried. Betrayal had ripped out her heart and torched it—her boyfriend of four years and her best friend of twenty-five caught pants down on the very anniversary sheets she gifted him. And their excuses? “You’re not attractive anymore.” “You took too long to marry him.” Fine. If love was a game, she was rewriting the rules. Now, she runs The Bridal Fix, an elite agency providing fake marriages for a steep price—rent-a-bride services for men needing to fool their families, secure an inheritance, or stage the perfect breakup. Fifteen weddings, fifteen divorces—no strings, no mess. Just business. Until Judah Carlstone. He hires her like the rest—one contract, one wedding, one payday. But Judah asks too many questions. Looks at her too long. And when he smirks and says— "Tell me, Fedora… how does it feel to say ‘I do’ and not mean it?" For the first time in years, she has no answer. Because this was never supposed to feel real.

I suspected my husband was a detached ascetic. Every night, he'd skip to the backyard, muttering prayers under the stars instead of sharing our bed. When I slipped into something slinky, he'd frown and clutch his prayer beads like a lifeline. Now I was done with the cold shoulder, slapping a divorce agreement in his hands. That was when his thoughts started leaking into my head. "She touched me. Her hands are like silk. I'm dying to kiss her. When is she gonna be okay with me being a snake? I just want to cuddle her." "A snake?" I thought. "Does that mean he's packing two things? I have to find out." I leered at his chiseled frame, practically drooling. Before divorcing, I needed to test his things and my limits. I tripped purposefully and fell onto his toned pecs, ready to test the waters. "Whoops!" I gasped, setting the stage.