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When my younger sister gave me a blessed pendant, I immediately hung it around the neck of a pregnant sow. In my past life, my sister and I got pregnant at the same time, and she bought an expensive blessed pendant from Tenezia to ensure my baby and I would be safe and sound. I was touched, and I wore the pendant every day. Months later, my sister and I went into labor at the same time. I gave birth to a deformed, dead fetus, while my sister gave birth to a healthy, chubby baby boy. My in-laws thought I had cursed my son to death and would also end up bringing misfortune to their family, so they drugged me and sold me to Tenezia. I was turned into a freak show and placed inside a vase to become a public spectacle for all who came to see me. It was only after my death that I found out it had all been my sister's doing. She had known from the start that there was something wrong with her baby, which was why she got me the blessed pendant to exchange the fates of our babies. When I opened my eyes again, I smiled as I stared at the round belly of the sow…

"Let's play a game." "What game?" "One that involves you not screaming." ★★★★★ I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years. Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something. And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago—including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years. Zane Mercer. The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for. One impossible offer. One desperate bet. One night that changed everything. Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures. When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters. But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones. What starts as a transaction turns into obsession. What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from. And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters. They say some men are too dangerous to love. They're right. But I was never good at following warnings. ********** This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+. This isn’t your normal hockey romance. It’s dark, raw, and unrelenting—where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.

She’s a deadly assassin with no mercy. He’s a ruthless Alpha with no time for weakness. But when fate mates them… all hell breaks loose. Samantha Stone is a Were-Vamp hybrid, the most chaotic of Alpha Zoe’s infamous sextuplets, and a cold-blooded assassin with a perfect kill record. Stealth, power, and zero emotional attachments—until a prank gone wrong lands her deep inside enemy territory. Her mission? Infiltrate the Blue Moon Pack. Keep eyes on Alpha Kyler Arrow. Don’t get caught. Too bad she does. Worse? He’s her fated mate. Kyler—genius Alpha, lethal assassin, and a control freak with a temper—should kill her on sight. Instead, he’s drawn to her fire. But just as sparks fly and secrets start to unravel, fate throws its cruellest twist yet… Samantha loses her memory. Now Kyler must protect the girl who tried to sabotage him—the girl who doesn’t remember who she is, what she’s done, or who she is to him. With enemies closing in and her forgotten past threatening to destroy everything, can Kyler convince her to trust him before it's too late? Action-packed, hilariously wild, emotionally intense, and scorching romantic—Bonded To The Dangerous Alpha will leave you laughing, crying, and gasping for more.

My husband, Chandler Goodwin, claims that he doesn't understand what the phrases "silent treatment" or "giving the cold shoulder" mean. Yet, in the three years we have been married, he has never once spoken to me sweetly. The first time we have a falling out, I remain proud and dignified. We end up ignoring each other for seven days straight. The seventh time we have a cold standoff, I start to panic a little. However, despite trying all sorts of methods, he doesn't back down. The 11th time it happens, I have already learned to work through my emotions myself. Chandler doesn't even need to say anything before I take the initiative to apologize first. I simply think that he's just a naturally indifferent person, that nobody can warm his stone-cold heart. Then, on the third year of our marriage, I accidentally ruin his dress shirt while ironing it. Chandler doesn't say a word, but that very night, he packs his things and moves into a hotel. On the third day of being blocked, I head to his company with a handwritten apology. While passing by his office, I spot him leaning over to shoot his angry assistant a doting smile. "I'm sorry for raising my voice at you just now and upsetting you. It's been 57 minutes since you started ignoring me. Please stop giving me the cold shoulder, alright?" I freeze on the spot, the apology letter in my hand practically burning my fingers. As it turns out, it's not that he doesn't know what the silent treatment means—it's just that I've never been the person he wants to coax.

He gave her pussy lips one last, long stroke, and then he moved one finger to her slick channel. He probed it carefully, moved in an inch, paused. When she whimpered and thrust her hips up, he slid in deeper, waited again. Good God, she was wet, and warm, and tight. She was perfect, and she was all his. When she opened her eyes and stared up at him, silently begging and pleading, that was when he added a second finger and slid home. Her whole body jerked in reaction, and both her cry and her eyes were wild. Fuck, yeah, his little hellcat was back – and he hoped he had the scratches to prove it later. **** Eight months ago, Warren “Derby” Kane took one wrong turn, and ended up trapped inside the Fallen Angels MC. Patched in, owned by the club president, and racing toward a dead end, Warren knows his life is already forfeit. What he doesn’t know is that the road he’s on is about to lead him to the one woman who could make it worth living... if she doesn’t hate him first. Six years ago, Shaylene Alcott clawed her way out of the Highway Hellions. So when she’s kidnapped by the Fallen Angels and locked in a remote cabin with Warren, her worst nightmare comes true. He’s everything she despises… or so she tells herself. Stranded together, Warren and Shay discover shared scars, shared rage, and one impossible truth: for the first time, they have a choice. Freedom. Each other. But choosing love means running forever – and the Fallen Angels don’t forgive. When the past comes hunting, will love be enough to keep them alive?

Sandra Kinsey's dance studio was where she buried her passion. It was also our secret place. No one else was allowed in. No one but me. Until one day, her assistant barged in, using a love for Latin dance as an excuse, and danced with her intimately. Sandra didn't push him away. That was the moment I knew—you can't make someone stay when their heart has already left. I stripped her of her authority, took over the company myself, and gave Sandra all the freedom she could ever ask for. But later, eyes red and voice trembling, she looked at me and demanded to know why. I sat on the couch and glanced at her with indifference. "Freedom," I said, "always comes at a price. Doesn't it?"

Angel been sent on a mission to catch one of the biggest mafia bosses in the city. But What happens when the passion between Her and the mafia boss lights up? Will she be able to complete her mission, or will she allow passion to control you?

I'm a dancer, trapped by my stepmother's decree. Discovering a hidden school troupe introduces me to Theo's intensity, Mark's charm, and Danny's allure — igniting a fire I thought long gone. Battling my stepmother's anger, I risk it all not only for dance but for Theo, Mark, and Danny who've brought back my world. Within the troupe, we share dances that defy imagination, deepening our bonds with every step. Despite the taboo, their touch sparks electric desires. Risking everything, I embrace my passion and the love Theo, Mark, and Danny offer. Our unity grows daily. Together, we surrender to music and each other, dancing with abandon. Amidst the whirlwind, I find my purpose and an all-encompassing love that defies limits.

When Queenie's three friends died, she was in pursuit of finding the one who killed them to bring justice, but it led her into a dangerous situation. She thought it was her end, but a man saved her and offered her justice for her friend if she would marry him. That led her down a path she was not expecting, marrying the Billionaire's son, whom she believed killed her friends.

Andrea Laurence had it all, the glamour the perfect fiance, and her dream job that was until her fall from grace. Now she is untouchable no one in the corporate world will hire her. Those are the rules. Corbyn Emerson has never been one to follow the rules, especially when he plays the game. He needs Andrea to take down his enemy who just so happens to be Andrea's ex-fiance and doesn't expect to be so enthralled by her fiery no-nonsense personality. Soon he finds out that she knows how to play the game just as well as him, there is danger, blackmail lies galore, and maybe before they realise it a forbidden sort of love they both decided to ignore. As they play with each other's hearts, from unwilling co-conspirators to something more, are you willing to play the game?