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Vivienne Moonborne was born by whim of the Moon goddess Selmara, and heir to the most revered pack in the realm. Until the night everything burned. Her parents were slaughtered. Her wolf silent. Her mate—Silas Vale—betraying her in the arms of another. She was sold into the Lycan slave trade and marked as nothing more than breeding stock for the highest bidder but Vivienne was never meant to be anyone’s pawn. Beneath her skin burns the truth of her birthright: she is the last Silvercrown. A Rune-marked silver wolf born of prophecy and power. Her blood can save or enslave. Her enemies want to control her but when fate collides with fire, a new legacy rises. Rescued by Cassius Noctbourne the ruthless Alpha King of Noctshire. Vivienne is offered protection but protection has a price and love… is the most dangerous game of all. She was betrayed once. She won’t be again. The wolf they tried to bury is back and this time, she’s hunting for vengeance.

Vampire Selina, after avenging her brother's murder, slept for five hundred years, after which she was forced to wake up by a strange scent. Just woke up from a long sleep, she was forced to sign a blood contract by a human girl - Oralie Langley. Oralie promises that after Selina helps her get revenge, she will forcefully break the contract, volunteering to turn to ashes and set Selina free. Selina is convinced, reluctantly along with this lowly human to go through the conspiracies and engage in danger. Oralie - A human girl who is warm, gentle, and sincere, like a little sun. And a vampire as hungry for warmth as Selina fell in love with that girl. But this little sun, not as bright as it seems… After all, who is Oralie? What is her true identity? And her true purpose, is it as simple as she says it is? Stripping away this beautiful skin, what does Oralie have left? Is it a corrupt conspiracy, or a dirty truth?

Hillary unhooks her bra and lets it fall to my desk. I love the sight of it—of my secretary’s pretty purple bra on my desk, heavy breasts spilling out in front of me, her pink nipples taut and needy. Goodness gracious. She’s going to make me lose my mind. ********* I just got a new job working for my fiance’s older brother, Bentley Brown. Bentley’s reputation precedes him. He’s arrogant, rude, and full of pride—all because of his devastatingly good looks and the company he started at twelve that made him a billionaire by twenty-seven. But he is also hot, charming, intoxicating and he has this dangerous pull that can drag you straight to your ruin. I hate my new boss. He gets under my skin… and under my dress too. CONTENT WARNING: Contains & depicts strong degradation kink.

The Sex Doctor: Bestfriend Crush ( Book 1) This book contains Steamy mature contents, not suitable for Underage. **** Thirty years old straight self-made billionaire playboy Roth Dimitri only has one agenda in life, that is to never fall in love with any woman irrespective of her skin colour, body shape, and never to get married. He love Women, Roth was 100% straight, he is the Sex Doctor of NYC, a pro in the game, endowed in every areas, he love the scream of pleasure from women as he takes them to that secret place, only him is capable of taking them to. But someone is around the corner, watching, wanting, Aroused, panting and lustfully desiring. He wants Roth, he would get Roth, he would taste Roth, he would change Roth. Tristan is ready to risk everything and anything he has to make Roth his, he's ready to risk even the ten years of them being Bestfriend.

Cole Patrick is merely a doorstep spawn who is reluctantly adopted by the Wyatt dynasty. He endures the mistreatment from the family but cannot speak up because the Wyatt's are powerful and influential. Zye Wyatt is an exception. She shows him kindness but is careful not to do it in front of the other members of the family. An innocent touch, a shared laugh, and suddenly, their bond blossoms into a forbidden love, ignited under the stars one lazy evening. However, their ruse comes to an end on prom night when Zane, Zye's brother finds them kissing behind the school library. He reports to their father who ships Zye abroad and kicks Cole out. At 18, homeless and determined to rise above his status, Cole forges a path of his own. Ten years later, Zye, broken and fresh from her divorce, finds herself looking for work in a small town. She is attracted to a bike gang from the town and is interested in joining as a step to her freedom. She realises that the bike gang leader is none other than Cole. Hardened by life but still her first love. However, their reunion does not last longer. A private investigator sent to find Zye's whereabouts reports them to her dad. The fragile peace they've curated shatters as shocking truths emerge: Cole wasn't abandoned; he was stolen from his mother after Mr. Wyatt brutally murdered his father. And his mother? Alive, a prisoner of the Wyatts' dark secrets all these years. Now, Cole stands at a crossroads: choose the woman who once offered him solace, or embrace the roaring vengeance for his shattered past and reclaim his stolen birthright. Can their love, forged in the fires of deception and longing, survive the ashes of Wyatt family lies?

Intrigue; something or someone who arouses curiosity or interest or fascination. For Grace Summers, Daniel Romano is the personification of that verb. A perfect stranger to have a perfectly wild one-night stand with, but he's definitely not the kind she wants in her life on a day-to-day basis. She has enough trouble as is, she doesn't need a rich playboy who can't take no for an answer. Intrigue; making secret plans to do something illicit. Oh, he has plans alright, and some of them can get him behind bars. Once Daniel has had a taste of the sensual beauty, he knows that once wasn't enough. And the plans he has for her....But God forbid, the stubborn woman is bent on keeping him from getting under her skin and her tight fitting corporate skirts. But, Daniel isn't a quitter. And the prim and proper Miss. Summers needs a few lessons in the bedroom on how to loosen up.

"I'll hate to spoil your makeup." He brushed my hair aside to kiss the delicate skin on my neck. He was my husband, and he was trying to seduce me. A man my father forced me to marry so he could form a political alliance, and also gain access to this enemy family for revenge through me. My name is Racheal, the only legitimate child of one of the world's most influential presidents. As the president's daughter, you would think my life was perfect, but it wasn't.   Since my mother’s untimely death, my step-mother has maltreated and tortured me relentlessly. My boyfriend betrayed me, and then my father sold me off to be married to a man I did not know, a complete stranger, the billionaire son of a rival president.  Now I am forced to make a decision, continue with my father's revenge plan, or let myself fall for my new husband’s seductions?

Before the day of my husband's succession as the Don, my stepsister personally tattooed the "Inverted Angel's Eye"—the mark of a traitor—onto my back. My husband didn't just turn a blind eye; when the family vendetta broke out, he withdrew all the elite guards to protect my "pregnant" stepsister, leaving me alone in a defenseless city to face the slaughter.  "Elena, you are strong enough to protect yourself. But Sophia is fragile, and she is carrying my firstborn. She needs the protection more than you." Facing a siege of heavy firepower, I survived by the skin of my teeth. He thought I would swallow the insult for the sake of the family's reputation. He didn't expect that I would kick open the doors of his coronation ceremony wearing mourning weeds, flanked by the FBI and the Commission, and personally strip him of his title. "Goodbye, Lorenzo. This time, I choose to be the Don."

I balled my hands into fists and chunked my shoe at him. A little drastic, but called for in the heat of the moment. Madden chuckled and lunged for me, tossing me over his shoulder. My body blazed like an inferno from the feeling of his fingers against my bare thighs. Every innocent touch he'd given me over the years meant nothing, because the rough skin of his palm soared me over into oblivion. I felt so undone I didn't realize he'd walked us all the way into my room until he tossed me face first onto my bed. Before I could defend myself, I felt his palm come down sharply on my butt cheek. A gasp broke from me, and my fingers tightened into the covers. Heat swarmed my cheeks and nerves skated down to the throbbing juncture between my thighs.

I stay on my knees waiting for him to tell me the reason why he came here and sent Jill away, trying my best to not look at his torso,wolves have heightened hearing I'm sure he could hear the violent beating of my heart and the intoxicating scent didn't make things better all I wanted was to lean into his touch. He wrapped his hand around my waist making me sit on the edge of the stone just his touch alone was making my skin buzz. "Ain't you ashamed of being out here, soaked to the bone and everything on display? Is this for Mark ,are you trying to seduce him?". I looked at him puzzled before what he said hit me " And if I am, what's that got to do with you Alpha?" I snap. I could see his eyes darken and his jaw tick .