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“Come back to me, Ivy,” the man whom she used to love with all her heart said.

“No, no,” Ivy shook her head and backed away from him. Her body trembled as fear consumed her whole being. He was the reason her baby was gone! He was the reason for all her suffering!


Ivy thought she was the luckiest woman in the world - she was married to the man of her dream.

But that was just her illusion. On the day she received her pregnancy report, she found her husband in bed with his best friend. Before she had the chance to tell him about her pregnancy, she was forced to divorce and her family was driven to bankruptcy by that one man she loved.

Since then, her life went south. She married a governor in another country whom everyone thought was a gentleman. Everyone envied her, but no one knew he was a sadist who loved to abuse her.

Five years later, the man she used to love met her by chance and begged her to come back.

But would she be able to give her heart again, when all she felt toward him was fear and hatred? Knowing that he was the sole reason her life had turned to be what it was today with endless suffering?

Torn between the man she loves, and the man who loves her....

Cordia has always been strong-willed, but she knows her family expects her to accept the hand of her childhood friend, Jaris, in marriage. As the conflict continues to escalate, Cordia hopes it will last long enough for her to find a way to free herself without breaking her friend’s heart.

On the eve of war, Cordia meets a mysterious newcomer. There’s just something about Will that she finds both intriguing and dangerous. She makes a plan to write to him. Perhaps by the time the war is over, Will’s feelings for Cordia will have blossomed into love.

But by the time war begins to wind its way through Missouri, one of these men will be dead, and Cordia will find herself betrothed to a man she loathes. Will she have the courage to follow her heart, or will she do as she is told and acquiesce to a loveless marriage to a heartless traitor?

Bonus story Cordia's Hope!

Forbidden love on the frontier....
Hope is content staying in her hometown of Lamar, Missouri, focusing on her life as a schoolteacher instead of finding love. But when she hears the truth about her parents' romance during the Civil War, how her mother Cordia set out to find her father Will after a deadly battle, Hope is determined to have that sort of adventure as well.

Accepting a teaching position in a frontier town in Texas isn't quite what she was expecting--there are no marauders or gunslingers--but there is one man with a shady past, and when the entire town tells her to stay away from Judah Lawless, Hope finds herself drawn to him.

Is Judah dangerous, or will Hope finally find the romance she's been looking for?

"She is betrayed, left broken and then reborn."
Kaelis Veylaris thought she had everything. Well, until the night her husband pushed her from a tower.
She is the only daughter to the Alpha of the Ashfang Pack and destined to be the first female Alpha in years. When her rule is objected to, she agrees to get married to Valrik Dreadmoor, a warrior in her pack. She helped him rise, helped him soar, and what she got in return was a cheating man because she was unable to conceive. Then he chose to toss her over the window when she confronts him.
She awakens in the territory of the enemy with no memory, chained and imprisoned. There she discovers that she's not just any wolf. She is a hybrid, burning with the fire of veganance and possessed by two spirits.
Now she is caught between two men: Orin, the fierce biker who saved her, and Draven, the powerful rival who once tormented her. Both want her heart. Both could destroy her. Kaelis is confused on which choice to make just as an ancient prophecy rises.
The seer tells her that her heart can not serve two masters. One will fall. And if she fails to choose, all of them will fall with her. In a world where power is survival and love is a battlefield, the first female alpha must make a decision. Will she reclaim her throne? Or will the fractured spirits within her tear everything -and everyone- apart?

My fate was sealed the moment I stepped inside that school. A simple sentence, seven measly words that put a target on my back, was all it took to turn three years of my life into a nightmare.

Savaş Ewald became my tormentor and my nemesis without knowing a thing about me… or did he? How was I supposed to know, when I didn’t have a single memory of my past and no one willing to tell me anything?

I need Savaş in order to find out about my past, but he doesn't play by the rules. He trades answers for kisses, clues for pieces of myself, but how much of myself am I willing to give him in order to find out the truth?

The closer I get to finding out who I am, the more I realize Savaş Ewald will be my destruction.

Summer vacation is finally here, and Olivia has big plans! Unfortunately, news of Olivia and Luca’s success in finding one of the Seven Supreme Hallows at the Holy Draconic Spring of Tritonis has reached the king of Shutora, and before the two can even leave the school grounds, a royal summons arrives. Olivia, Eldraco, and Luca are going to the capital! The search for the Seven Supreme Hallows continues, and though the royal edict seems like it will spell doom for their summer vacation, the eternally optimistic Olivia comes up with a great idea to make their journey as fun as it can be!

I work for the government. My job was simple on paper: steal a key-chip from the man behind an organ-trafficking network.

The problem was access. He never moved without bodyguards, and any new face got screened out fast. The only opening was his son’s wedding—the one day he’d show up in public.

But I couldn’t hide what I am. Professional habits give you away. So I did the only thing that would make me invisible: I put myself under deep hypnosis, locked every memory, forged a new identity, and spent six months inside the estate as a disposable security guard.

For half a year, I hauled crates, swallowed insults, and scrubbed floors on my knees. Everyone thought I was easy to break.

On the wedding day, the groom came looking for trouble. He slapped me, forced me down, and my nose bled all over my uniform. I could barely breathe.

Then the wedding march started.

That was my trigger. The moment the music hit, everything came back—my name, my mission, and what I came to take.

They thought I was a dog they could kick. Nobody knew that the bloodied guard on the grass had just remembered everything.

Next, the wedding became my field.

After ten years off the radar, I show up to a class reunion in a worn-out jacket.
To my classmates, Blake is the untouchable winner—money, power, a single word and everyone raises a glass. I’m the loser: broke, jobless, here for a free meal and maybe a handout.

They don’t know Blake isn’t a finance prodigy. He’s a money-laundering drug lord the feds have been tailing.
And they don’t know I’m not here to beg—I used to do the CIA’s dirty work in the dark. Now I wear a different name, and I specialize in finishing what others can’t.

When police lights seal the building and the signal goes dead, Blake locks the doors and turns everyone into leverage.
In that moment of panic, they realize the truth: on this floor, I’m the only one who can set the rules with Blake.

Three days after the miscarriage, I dragged my body — still not healed — to a rooftop club in Manhattan.
All because tomorrow was Bradley's birthday.
I wanted to buy him a gift. With money I'd earned myself.
But just before I pushed open the door to the VVIP suite, I heard his voice.
"That broke girl from Brooklyn? She was just a bet. A toy I won."
I peered through the crack in the door.
The man who'd shown up every day in grease-stained coveralls, crying about how tight money was — that same man now stood in a tailored suit, a watch on his wrist that cost more than I made in a year.
Someone asked, "So what about your fiancée?"
Bradley laughed — easy, unbothered.
"The wedding's still on. Obviously."
I stood in the hallway, one hand pressed against my stomach, where the ache still hadn't left, and suddenly everything made sense.
Three years of love — fake. His poverty — fake. Even the part where I believed he'd loved me. Had that been fake too?
I didn't cry. I didn't storm in and demand answers.
I just looked down at the birthday gift in my hands.
And in that moment, I made my decision —I was done with him.

To get the only targeted drug for my sister's sudden rare disease flare-up, I knelt before the city's elites in a grease-stained janitor's uniform and barked like a dog. My wife in name only glared at me with absolute disgust, cursing that I was worse than a dog. The chaebol heir even crushed the medicine bottle under his shoe, forcing me into a "no fighting back" death match in the underground black market.

Enduring the agony of broken bones, I survived ten brutal rounds, only to be handed swapped poison and witness a monstrous fire engulf the clinic.

Watching my sister's life-support indicators gradually fade in the sea of flames, and looking at the female doctor whose legs were shattered while trying to protect her, I shed no tears.

I calmly pulled a glass shard from my ribs and took out the black satellite communicator I had kept hidden and sealed away for three years.

"Command received, Supreme Commander."

Tonight, I will make the chaebols of this city completely vanish from the face of the earth.

Lysa loved Damian for seven years, yet hypnotic manipulation warped his memories, leading him to brand her the killer of his parents. With his own hands, he cut her bones and implanted canine fur, transforming her into a deformed half-human beast and subjecting her to endless humiliation and torture. She watched her mother die a brutal death and was forced to swallow her mother’s cremated ashes. At the brink of death, her ancestral sea spirit pendant awakened, shedding her mangled hound form to birth a tyrannical deep-sea siren. Once the scheming fake heroine’s lies were laid bare, Damian descended into madness, drowning in desperate remorse. Wielding the immortal power of a siren, Lysa cast all her tormentors into an endless living hell—and she would never grant them forgiveness.

My best friend Bella had a cluster of mushrooms growing on her back, every color you could imagine.

They throbbed like something alive, and the smell coming off them was like nothing I'd ever smelled.

She called it Moonlight Bloom, a gift straight from Viscount Lucas himself.

If she kept that thing on her body for forty days, not one more, not one less, until it bloomed its brightest spores, the viscount would marry her and take her into his estate.

So she refused to shower. Wouldn't let a drop of water touch her.

Everyone in the pack knew me as the one who always looked out for people, and I figured she'd been cursed with dark magic. So one night while she slept, I grabbed a bucket of soapy water and a stiff brush and scrubbed that thing clean off her back.

The next morning, she ran her hand over the raw patch of skin where it used to be, grabbed a silver dagger, and drove it straight through my heart.

"You jealous bitch! You just ruined my whole future!"

Bleeding out on the floor, that's when it hit me. She never cared how disgusting that thing was, or what it was doing to her body. All she cared about was marrying into money and status.

When I opened my eyes again, I'd gone back in time.

This time around, I decided I wasn't going to stick my nose where it didn't belong. I was going to sit back and watch that mushroom grow.

In a matter of life and death, the kidnappers forced my husband to choose who would walk out alive: my sister or me.

Declan chose me. My sister, Valerie, was executed because of it.

But in the three years following our rescue, Valerie's death became an uncrossable chasm between Declan and me.

He spiraled into heavy drinking, violently channeling all his resentment onto me.

It culminated in that dead of night, when he held my head forcefully underwater in the bathtub. With bloodshot eyes, he roared, "If I didn't have to save you, why would Valerie be dead?! Why wasn't it you?!"

As I suffocated, the man I loved snapped my neck with his bare hands.

When I open my eyes again, I am back on the day of the kidnapping.

Watching my husband feign his agonizing struggle in front of me, I feel nothing but a dead, numbing clarity.

Since I am going to end up dead whether he saves me or not.

Declan, in this life, I'll give you exactly what you want.

Nicole had loved Samuel for five years, but ultimately it was him who brought her pain and cheated on their marriage. And when she had risked her life to carry his baby, Samuel had no regards for her nor her baby!
Nicole thought she could win his heart, but a serious fire destroyed her and wiped out her love for him.
Five years later, Nicole came back as a cold, unfeeling psychopath . This time around, she was no longer the same lady who lost everything because of love.
With her new found strength, she will step on those scums who brought her pain in the past and pretended to be pure in the face of this earth.
Now, she wanted to avenge herself and bring Samuel Green down.

Callum Brennan was born to lead London's most powerful werewolf pack. Then his twin brother framed him for murder.
Stripped of everything, Callum is thrown into the Rookeries, where packless wolves go to die. But he survives. He builds a pack from the broken and the damned. He falls in love with Valentina, a dhampir hunted by the same vampire Parliament that destroyed his life.
In a city ruled by immortal aristocrats and controlled by ancient dragons, Callum learns the hardest truth: individual virtue cannot defeat systemic evil. But small victories matter. And some fights are worth losing everything

“You’re mine. Even if you scream, even if you run.”

Elara thought being banished would destroy her. Instead, it led her straight to Kael Draven, the Lycan king whose touch burns, whose hands take what he wants, whose darkness threatens to consume her.

But she’s more than ordinary; she’s his mate, his curse, his obsession. Bound by blood, trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, and hunted by enemies, Elara must survive Kael’s world without losing herself.

And Kael Draven will stop at nothing to make her his… body, soul, and destiny.

He died as humanity's greatest hero.

History remembers him as its greatest traitor.

One hundred years ago, Ethan Cole, known throughout the Shadow Realm as Ghost, climbed to the peak of power and became a Hundred-Star War God.

Just moments before becoming humanity's first true god, he was betrayed by the person he trusted most.

Ryan Carter.

His brother.

His best friend.

His killer.

Now Ethan awakens one hundred years in the future inside the body of a slum-born teenager who shares his name.

The world worships Ryan Carter as the Infinite Sword God.

The world despises Ghost as the greatest human traitor in history.

But Ethan knows the truth.

Armed with a century of forgotten knowledge, countless hidden secrets, and a newly awakened SSS-Rank ability called Infinite Fusion, Ethan enters the newly opened Zone 12.

This time, he will reclaim everything that was stolen.

His reputation.

His guild.

His destiny.

And when he reaches the top once again...

The false god who stole his life will finally face judgment.

Rowan Hayes was just another woman lost in the city—tired, broke, and invisible—until the day she threw herself in front of a van and saved a little girl’s life.

Now that girl, Emma Vance, refuses to let her go.
Her father, Asher Vance, refuses to let her stay.

With sharp suits, inked skin, and a voice that sounds like danger, Asher is the kind of man who gets what he wants—and never forgives what he doesn’t. He built his fortune on control and his reputation on fear. But Rowan Hayes makes him lose both.

As their worlds collide, the lies holding his empire together begin to crack. Emma’s mother isn’t dead. The truth is uglier—and far more dangerous—than anyone knows.

Caught between the child who trusts her and the man who tempts her, Rowan must decide whether love is worth the ruin that follows.

He’s power and poison. She’s the spark that might burn it all down.

Eighteen-year-old Princess Eleanor Anderson has always believed her future was already written·A loving family. A handsome fiancé. A peaceful life within the safety of Namalia—the last human kingdom surrounded by monsters.

But everything changes when the dreaded Bridal Selection returns.

For centuries, the humans of Namalia have survived under a fragile alliance with the Vampire Realm. Every twenty years, a human bride must be offered to the Vampire King in exchange for the kingdom's protection.

This time, the chosen bride comes from Eleanor's family.

And the sacrifice is her twin sister, Maria.

Determined to save Maria from a fate worse than death, Eleanor vows to fight the decision, even if it means standing against her kingdom, its traditions, and the terrifying Vampire King himself.

But before she could save her sister, Maria escaped from the kingdom, leaving Eleanor as her only Substitute.

Now Eleanor is being forced to become the kings fated bride.

“Since you suck at stripping, why don’t we skip that part and go over to the main thing!.” Lucas suggested as he tries to suppress a laugh.

“S-sure!.” Kimberly stuttered and moved closer to him. She cursed herself for not knowing how to do something as simple as stripping.

With her heart beating very fast, Kimberly stood in front of Lucas confused on what to do next.

Lucas pulled her closer until she is plastered on his body and placed his right hand on her butt while his left hand moved inside her shirt and cease her bare skin.

Kimberly immediately panicked and pushed Lucas away from her.

“Sorry, I can’t do this. I am not a prostitute!.” Kimberly uttered and picked up her bag amd rushed out….


Kimberly needs to pay the fifty thousand dollars her mom owe to loan sharks in a week time or face the consequences.

Left with no choice, Kimberly decided to sell her body in order to get the money.

I’m on my knees again, wrists bound tight behind my back with silk that bites just enough to remind me who owns me tonight. He circles slow, leather boots echoing on the marble, and I can already taste the salt of anticipation on my tongue. When he finally grips my hair and yanks my head back, his ck—thick, veined, leaking—slaps heavy against my cheek. “Open,” he growls. I do, and he thrusts in deep, no warning, stretching my throat until my eyes water. The wet, choking sounds fill the room—gluck-gluck-gluck—as he f*s my mouth with brutal rhythm, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin. Every plunge forces a gag, spit dripping down my chest, but f**k, the burn in my jaw and the way he groans low makes me leak onto the floor. He pulls out just to slap my face with his slick length, then rams back in, deeper, claiming every inch until I’m nothing but his hole.

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This collection plunges headfirst into the raw, unfiltered world of explicit gay dominance and submission, where powerful alphas—billionaires, mob bosses, ruthless mentors—claim their willing (and sometimes reluctant) boys with iron control and unrelenting hunger. Every story drips with dark MM heat: contracts signed in sweat and cm, red rooms equipped for flog, boge, edging, and total power exchange. Expect gric, immersive scenes of throat-fu****g, a-pounding, br**ding fantasies, impact play that leaves marks, and aftercare laced with possession.

Synopsis: Dr. Camelia Hayes, a famous marriage counsellor has the perfect husband. He is handsome, kind, and successful.

Then one day, she receives an anonymous package containing photographs of seven women.
Each woman dated the same man and each woman disappeared after saying yes to his proposal.

The shocking news: Her seemingly perfect husband is the man in every picture.
The problem is...
The photos were taken years before he was born.

“Are you not… mad at me?” I asked breathlessly. “That I’m a girl?”

He gripped both sides of my arms. His eyes scanned my face as he cupped both sides of my face tightly between his hands. “I don’t care… I don’t care that you lied… I love you either way,” he panted and pressed his lips against mine.

My hockey stick landed against the ice with a loud clank as I began to kiss him back.

He didn’t hate me anymore.

William didn’t hate me anymore!!


Daphne Sinclair is an obsessed fan of a hockey player, William Hollander. When William suddenly announces that he would quit hockey after high school, Daphne gets a crazy idea.

She would attend William’s high school, dressed like a boy, and try to get into the school’s hockey team. This way she would be close to William and try to get him to keep playing.

Will Daphne’s plan work?

Will she get into the team, or will the school figure out that she is a woman and send her away before she even gets a chance to carry out her plan?

Four years. Ninety-nine times on the altar, and the Alpha I was going to mate held the door for every one of them.
I heal from anything. That is the only reason they picked me.
The Moon Goddess promised that the hundredth offering would buy back the night somebody stole from me. The night Cassian knows it was me who dug him out of that mine, and looks at me the way he used to.
Not this one. In this one I am what his priestess practises on.
So I never refused. Not once, not through any of the fevers.
Tonight is the hundredth. The drug hasn't taken, and the two of them are talking on the other side of the door.
"It'll hold. We built that voice out of her own memories."
"The heart tonight, not an eye. When she wakes, don't let anything slip."
There is no Moon Goddess. There never was.
And he doesn't know my healing was never mine. Something else lives in my chest, and it stays there because my heart does.
Take it out and I don't wake up.

My teammates viewed me as a mobile food supply and planned to butcher me before they ran out of rations.
They thought that as long as I died, they would win this "survival game."
However, they would never know that what I brought back from the depths of the ruins wasn't fear, but the highest-level administrative privileges of the entire logistics system. While they killed each other for a bag of expired biscuits, I had already locked the exit to this hell. Sorry, but in this settling of accounts, you aren't even qualified to be treated as bargaining chips.

My biological parents and younger brother conspired with an adopted outsider to fabricate an elaborate lie about a "super tsunami about to strike." They staged an act together, tricked me onto a cruise ship, and locked me deep in the hold. The moment the hatch closed, I heard their voices through a hidden camera, toasting with glasses:
"Finally got that jinx locked away. From now on, the family fortune is all ours!"
But they didn't know that at that very second, a piercing system alert blared in my mind:
[Super Tsunami Generating. Countdown: 5 days.]
The apocalypse was real after all.
I seized the moment to bind with the Deep-Sea Fortress System, drained the family's entire assets, and went on a manic hoarding spree.
Five days later, hundred-meter-tall waves ripped the coastline apart.
Watching on the monitor as my parents and brother knelt outside the alloy door, tearing at each other, banging their heads bloody as they begged me to open up,
I cut into a perfectly seared, juicy steak and asked softly into the mic:
"Didn't you say the tsunami was a lie? So why are you crying now?"

Three years ago, a private plane crash took my father, my mother, my brother Carter, and Grayson, the man I'd loved for seven years and was about to marry.

To hold onto everything they left behind, I cried until my eyes were raw, destroyed my stomach, and fought my way through boardrooms and Wall Street vultures.

On countless nights, I held their photographs and cried until I passed out.

What I never understood was why Willow, the foster sister we'd taken in, vanished without a trace after the crash.

Until today, three years later, when I drive back to the family estate with a diagnosis in my bag telling me I have three months to live.

I push open the heavy door and hear laughter. I see my family—the family that's supposed to be dead—gathered around Willow and her three-year-old son, singing happy birthday.

Turns out no one in this world ever loved me at all.

Why do they all get to live while I'm the only one who have to die?

My stepsister killed someone while driving high and made me take the fall.
She knelt in front of me, crying, "I'm so scared."
My mom snatched the only piece of evidence and told the police it was me.
My fiancé, Darian, took my hand and said, "Trust me. I'll marry you in three years."
Three years. Not one person came to see me.
The day I was released, it poured rain.
I clutched that engagement ring and walked back to that house.
The door was unlocked. The moment I pushed it open, I found him kissing my stepsister.
She spun around, ducking into Darian's arms.
"Sis... you're... you're out already?!"

In my past life, I personally dug up two alien meteorites, handing the blue one that granted "Frost Mastery" to my childhood friend, Mike. He repaid me by sealing me inside an ice wall, cursing me to "die like a piece of trash" in the minus 70-degree blizzard.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at the initial blast site.
This time, I didn't even spare him a glance; I stuffed both meteorites into my pocket.
I transformed a missile silo into a doomsday bunker, brought my parents inside, and stockpiled ten years' worth of supplies.
When Mike arrived with a gang of thugs to smash my door down, I stood in the warm command center, watching half his face rot with frostbite on the monitor.
I didn't open the door.
This time, I am sending back the despair of my past life tenfold.

"You're just my business partner!" the handsome man across from me roared.
What he didn't know was that our 'love story' was already the hottest gossip in the entire company.

In a world where secrets are woven as tightly as fate itself, Bleeding Love follows the story of Naya—a woman whose voice once shook the very foundations of her society, but whose silence now hides a scarred past. Torn between power and vulnerability, loyalty and betrayal, she navigates a fragile existence in the spotlight of a world eager to either worship or destroy her.

But when her carefully crafted peace unravels, and forgotten enemies resurface, Naya finds herself at the center of a storm that threatens everything she holds dear. Alongside unlikely allies and dangerous rivals, she must confront the tangled threads of her past to protect the fragile present—and perhaps, to claim the future she never thought she deserved.

With betrayal lurking in the shadows, love bleeding through the cracks, and the truth dangling like a thread waiting to be cut, Bleeding Love takes readers on a journey of resilience, sacrifice, and redemption.

Will Naya’s voice rise above the noise, or will her silence be her undoing?

Top designer Emma Carter catches her boyfriend cheating with her best friend.
In the fallout, she marries the legendary business tycoon Liam Hayes, a man rumoured to avoid women entirely.
As he loosens his tie and walks toward her, her pulse stutters.

Where is his vow of abstinence? *
All I see is a hungry beast that’s just been awakened. *

"My king…” I said in a low, needy voice, I didn't know, belonged to me.

“Stay right there. Bended that well.” He growled and he took a deep breath. As if inhaling my scent in.

I froze, my heart pounding wildly in my chest. My face flushed with embarrassment, my body betraying me in ways I couldn’t explain.

“I can smell you,” he murmured, his voice sending shivers down my spine. Before I could react, his hand moved, brushing against my thigh, then slipping under the fabric of my dress.


Ava’s life has been nothing but misery since the day she turned eighteen and discovered she had no wolf. She’s been rejected by her mate, Landon, who chose her cruel older sister, Helena, instead. Betrayed by her family, abused by her pack, and treated as nothing more than a burden, Ava feels trapped in a nightmare she can’t escape.

But when her jealous sister Helena takes things too far and ends Ava’s life, fate gives her a second chance. Ava is reborn three years earlier, right before her life fell apart. Now, she seeks refuge from the only man that could help her; Raphael Axel. The Lycan king.

Warning:18+ Dark Paranormal Romance | Contains explicit content, captivity, and morally grey characters

They call him the Beast King. I call him mine.

I thought losing my fated mate to my sister was the worst betrayal I would ever face. I was wrong.

When my husband and sister sold me to the Underworld to cover their sins, I expected death. Instead, I got him, Ragel Marcel Angilioleteo, the Beast King of Salvatore. The most devastatingly beautiful man I have ever seen.

He took me for one purpose: to get revenge for what was stolen from him. But the moment his beast caught my scent, everything changed.

"You will be my queen," he growled, his golden eyes burning into mine. "You will wear my marks. And you will scream my name until you forget you ever belonged to anyone else."

I should hate him. Fear him. Run from the monster who claims me as his mate. But when his beast takes control and the mating frenzy begins, I discover a terrifying truth: I don't want to run. I want to surrender.

But our enemies are circling us. My family wants me dead for a ritual that could destroy Salvatore. His supposedly dead wife is alive and plotting our destruction. And the man I'm falling for has secrets that could destroy everything we're building.

In my past life, I died on that operating table, watching my husband personally hand my kidney to another woman.
When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn—back at our engagement party.
He looked at me tenderly and said, "Marry me."
Without showing any emotion, I played the sex tape of him and my sister on the wedding screen.
I said, "I refuse."

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During a luxury cruise, Lydia is drugged, blacks out, and wakes in the hands of Ethan, a notorious arms dealer, the most feared name in the UK, and a whispered warning across Europe.

He catches her by the ribbon in her hair and turns her escape into a dead end, yet he never takes her life.

While everyone waits for the moment she breaks, Ethan clasps a bracelet around her wrist, a mark she never manages to remove.

"They say you'll redeem me," he murmurs, voice dangerously low as he tilts her chin up. "But I only want to lock you away forever."

He thinks he's playing a game of conquest. Instead, he's the one who surrenders. Until the day he kneels, blood on his hands, a ring held out like a confession.

"Good girl," he breathes. "Call me 'honey.' Stay with me, forever."

He marked her with blood. She answered with fire.

Jaquelyn Wells was never meant to be turned. A seasoned blood doll with sharp instincts and no tolerance for vampire games, she should’ve died when a fledgling lost control. Instead, she woke undead, transformed by Ezekial Duvarra, one of the most feared elders in the city.

Now she’s something new. Something no one expected. Especially not the Council.

Her turning wasn’t sanctioned. Her presence breaks every tradition. And Jaquelyn? She refuses to play by anyone’s rules.

Ezekial thought saving her would be the end of it. A mistake made for mercy. But Jaquelyn doesn’t fade into obedience — she pushes back. Their connection is tense, coiled, and electric. She’s not his servant. She’s not even his equal. She’s becoming something else entirely — and he can’t look away.

Topher, the unstable fledgling who started it all, is barely holding together. But Lacey — a human blood doll with her own buried pain — sees through the hunger to the broken boy inside. What starts as pity might become something more.

Meanwhile, the Council begins to fracture. The Arbiter is missing. The shifter is waking. And Jaquelyn’s name is on everyone’s lips — not as a mistake, but as a warning.

Because something is changing. Something old. Something dangerous.

And the bloodmarked are no longer quiet.

“If you are looking for a town to fall in love with, then you can't go wrong with the Jupiter Point series.” Welcome to charming Jupiter Point, where a sexy new crew of wildfire fighters is taking the town by storm. SET THE NIGHT ON FIRE Crew leader Sean Marcus is out to prove he’s no longer the troubled boy who left Jupiter Point after a night of violence. All he wants is to clear his name. Falling in love isn’t the plan, but everything changes when he sets eyes on his best friend’s sister Evie, all grown up and more gorgeous than ever. He’s the only one who knows her secret—but will she trust him to help heal her heart? BURN SO BRIGHT Josh Marshall is all about fun, firefighting and flirting. But there’s one woman who keeps him at arm’s length--honeymoon-planner extraordinaire Suzanne Finnegan. Her life plan has no room for someone she thinks is a player—until he’s injured rescuing a crewmate in a wildfire. Then she can’t resist a hometown hero who needs her help. Besides, if they’re so wrong for each other, why do the sparks between them burn so bright? INTO THE FLAMES His hotshot crew knows him as Rollo, but to his family he’s Rollington Wareham III, a banking heir with responsibilities he can’t escape. His days of freedom are almost over, which means it’s the worst time to realize how sexy and adorable his friend Brianna is. Besides, Brianna’s comfort zone is with plants, not high society. But a limited-time fling can’t hurt, can it? Especially when they’re both sure it can’t possibly lead to anything… This box set includes Books 1-3 of the Jupiter Point series. Each book can easily be read alone, but you will find familiar characters and settings as you go. “Jennifer Bernard is an author who knows how to write the perfect yummy alpha hero and a kickass modern heroine.” Harlequin Junkie “The dialogue in Bernard’s stories is always, always quick, fun, and super smart & sexy.” HJ “Jennifer’s writing is so realistic and descriptive you feel like you are part of this community, that these are your friends and family. I was emotionally invested with these characters, their lives, their stories, the battles they had to overcome.” “I can’t wait to see what Jupiter Point has to offer next!”

They say office romance should never be a thing.
They say you should never mix business with pleasure.
They say you should avoid falling for your boss at all costs even if he just happens to be the hottest man to ever walk the globe.
They say true love shouldn’t be as complicated as it is.


“Listen to me Anastasia, here’s what’s gonna happen.
I’m gonna watch… and you’re gonna play.
I’m gonna possess … and you...
You are going to be a good girl.
Understand?”


When Anastasia Wells realizes that her hatred for her boss is not hatred after all but something else, something that runs deeper than she cares to acknowledge, she tries to shut it down at all costs, to drown what she feels and flush it down the hole because office romance has never been the kind to ever end well.
But the fact that Jake Keaton will go out of his way to stop her from quitting, the fact that he would go against all odds to keep her by his side, the fact that… he gets obsessed with her… is not helping.
And how can she stay away from this man when he all she wants to do is forget all about her traumatic past and let him take possession of every aspect of her life.
But there’s more to Jake Keaton than meets the eyes. The ruthless multimillionaire slash playboy attitude might just be a façade hiding the dangerous man that lurks beneath.

Elena had loved Nicola for eight years until she overheard him.
She lay in a supernatural slumber for three years, a pawn in her husband's cold bargain with his family's cruel legacy.
Now, awake and alone in a world that has moved on, Elena makes a desperate deal with fate itself.
Armed with an ancient ritual that could rewrite history, she returns to the past—not to win back Nicola's heart, but to escape it.
She flees to London, reinventing herself as an artist and daring to hope for a life without him.
But some bonds transcend time.
Nicola, the man who sacrificed everything to protect her, will stop at nothing to find her again.
When their paths finally cross under London's rainy skies, they must confront the truth: Was their love destroyed by betrayal or merely tested by it?
This is a haunting tale of second chances and the courage to choose one's own destiny.
This time, what will you choose?

When billionaire heiress Ruth Keen falls for a gorgeous, supposedly broke college student, she hides her identity and plays the role of an ordinary girl to win his heart. Marriage comes fast, life is sweet, and everything seems perfect — until she discovers her impoverished husband is actually Matthew Lynes, a powerful tycoon who’s been outplaying her from the start.

In a kingdom where winter never fades and shadows whisper beyond ancient peaks, the Frost Throne stands as both shield and shackle. Zavian, a ruler bound by duty and scarred by war, has sealed away an ancient abyss that once threatened to consume his world. But peace in Ironvale is fleeting.

As the kingdom rebuilds from its battle with darkness, whispers of rebellion stir in the Eastern Reach. Ambitious lords and masked conspirators weave plans beneath the frostbitten skies, while ancient prophecies foretell a coming eclipse that will test the throne’s fragile grasp. With betrayal blooming within his walls and a forgotten darkness stirring beyond them, Zavian must navigate a deadly game of loyalty and power.

Allies like the fierce mage Selene and the sharp-eyed ranger Faelar stand by his side, but trust is a rare and precious thing in a kingdom built on secrets. Beneath the silent snow and distant stars, the battle for Ironvale's soul is far from over.

Shadows rise, loyalties crack, and the throne's verdict has yet to be written.

Will light hold firm, or will Ironvale be claimed by the silence between heartbeats?

"You're terrible in bed! The stamina of a goldfish! I want someone else!"
"Oh yeah? Who exactly?"
"Someone who can actually keep up!"
My husband's jaw ticked. That night, he proved exactly how much stamina he had—and I could barely walk the next morning.

Three years of marriage. Three years of negative pregnancy tests. Desperate times called for desperate measures—so I pushed every button he had, hoping to finally conceive.
One reckless night of passion later, I thought we'd finally made progress.
Instead, divorce papers slammed into my hands.
"Anyone could mother my child," he said coldly. "Literally anyone but you."

Six years later, I returned from overseas—CEO of a medical empire, renowned archaeologist, certified gemologist, and secret heiress to the nation's wealthiest family. Oh, and I brought along my adorable twin geniuses.
My multiple identities? Mind. Blown.
Meanwhile, my ex-husband's dirty secret hit tabloids: He's firing blanks. Always has been.

Just as I'm about to marry my charming new fiancé (who actually appreciates me), my ex corners me in a hotel suite. His eyes bloodshot, voice cracking:
"You're the only one—the ONLY one—who can be my children's mother. My love. Please..."
Too bad, buddy. You snooze, you lose.
💎 Revenge. Rebirth. Twin Chaos. And one groveling ex who's about to learn what he lost. 💎

My husband gave me away to another man's bed. To him, I was nothing more than an object.
What he never expected was that the gift he so carelessly threw away would become the most powerful man's cherished lover.
When my ex-husband knelt before me, that powerful man pulled me into his arms.
"Pregnant with my child," he murmured, his voice a possessive growl, "where do you think you're going?"

"P-please, I beg you. Come let's go tell Christian I had no hand in whatever happened, p-please." I clutched the lapel of his jacket desperately. "Let's go. You need to tell my husband you were paid."
"Young lady, you're harassing me." His tone was cold and his stare granite.
But I could care less. "You harassed me first! You had sex with me without my consent, my husband knows and now I'm pregnant with this child he doesn't want. You ruined my marriage! I-I hate you!"


Caught by her husband with another man on their matrimonial bed the morning after her birthday, Hailey Codza could not defend herself.
As though it's not enough, she gets pregnant. Her enraged husband decides to pay her back for her infidelity by having an affair with his ex-girlfriend — Denise Kellers, the family Hailey never knew she had.
Losing her family's wealth and company to her husband and his ex (now girlfriend), she is devastated, homeless and penniless.
She sees the man who is responsible for her pregnancy. The man she has no idea how he'd found his way to her matrimonial bed — Jared Johnson.
Jared is annoyed when this strange woman disrupts his meeting and accuses him of ruining her life, marriage and impregnating her.
It affects his business deals and having no choice, he marries her to calm the public whilst engaged to someone else.
But he loathes her and allows his family treats her badly. Hailey who has fallen in love with Jared is broken when she can no longer take the humiliation.
She signs the divorce papers and leaves, only to arrive six years later to the country as a self-made, secret billionaire and a mother of twins.
Now her two ex-husbands are begging to have her back...

When Jennifer—the top student of Los University—discovers her boyfriend’s betrayal with her best friend Sarah, she doesn’t shed a tear. Instead, she plots a far more delicious revenge—by seducing Sarah’s soon-to-be stepfather, the ruthless business tycoon Michael, 14 years her senior. doesn’t waste a single tear. She’s already planning her revenge—a game no one else dares play. Her target? Michael: Sarah’s soon-to-be stepfather. Ruthless, untouchable, fourteen years her senior, and king of the city’s underworld of power.

She leaves a teasing note in his bed: “Uncle, I want to sleep in your arms!” leaves a note in his bed: “Uncle, I want to sleep in your arms.”
But innocence is just another weapon.

A mix of boldness and innocence, her temptation is relentless. defiance and dangerous innocence, her pursuit is relentless, her every move a dare.

Michael watches her struggle like a god from above—until the day he sees her with another man. That’s when his control shatters. That night, he drags her to a hotel, kneels before her, and begs: “Hold me while I sleep.” thinks he’s in control, an untouchable god.
Until the night he sees her with another man—
—and every last ounce of his restraint snaps.
That night, he drags her to a hotel, pins her beneath him, and for the first time in his life, kneels at her feet.
His voice breaks as he begs:
“Hold me while I sleep.”

This is a gamble named love—where desire and vengeance collide.
This is a high-stakes game of obsession and revenge, where every kiss is a threat, every touch a betrayal. Who will be destroyed first—the hunter, or his prey?