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A tortured moan escaped him when I ground my hips into his once more.

Fuelled by the harshness of his kisses, I reached between us and slipped my hands into his pants. His cock was hot and thick against my palm.

“Fuck..” He groaned in my ear as I began twirling my thumb around the head of his length. “I can’t wait to bury my cock deep inside your pussy.”


Sienna Adams, an orphaned Omega accustomed to living in the shadows, has always known her place at the bottom of pack hierarchy. When mysterious changes begin to surface, she hides the truth as long as she can, until exposure forces her to flee into dangerous Lycan territory.

There she encounters King Logan Draven, her fated mate, who rejects the bond, convinced she is too fragile for his world. One passionate night changes everything, but by morning he is gone, leaving Sienna heartbroken and determined to disappear.

Five years later, fate brings them together again. Sienna is no longer the vulnerable Omega he abandoned; she has grown stronger, independent, and fiercely protective of the secret she carries, their son. With war looming and hidden enemies rising, Logan realizes the gravity of his past choices.

Determined not to repeat his mistakes, he seeks redemption and a second chance at the family he never knew he had.

As old wounds clash with undeniable destiny, Sienna must decide whether to trust the man who once shattered her heart. Between power struggles, hidden bloodlines, and a love neither can escape, both must confront the past to protect their future, before fate tears them apart forever.

I was seven months pregnant when the car crash left me hemorrhaging and clinging to life.

My husband, an attending physician, burst into the ER—only to turn around and divert the last bags of blood meant to save me and our child.

He gave them to the woman who had hit me: his first love, Sienna, who had just returned from overseas.

When I woke up from surgery, I learned that I hadn't just lost our baby; I had permanently lost my uterus.

Yet my husband didn't bring me comfort. He brought a Waiver of Prosecution.

He was disguising attempted murder as a tragic accident, using custody of our daughter as leverage to force me to drop the charges.

I refused to sign. He slammed the door and left.

But the door didn't latch. Through the crack, I heard him soothing Sienna:

"Don't be afraid. Clara can't live without me. Once she's done throwing her tantrum, she'll sign it like a good girl."

In that moment, I swallowed every ounce of my agony, picked up the phone, and called my lawyer.

"Draft a divorce agreement for me."

I am the worst "loser" in London's underground boxing ring, getting beaten bloody in every fight.
Nobody knows that I was once a top agent who struck fear into the hearts of the entire CIA—"Death" Marcus Kane.
Seven years ago, I was falsely accused of treason and forced to live in anonymity, making a living by throwing fights.
I just want to see my daughter live one more day, even if it means being humiliated like a dog in the boxing ring.
Until that day, I watched with my own eyes as my enemy poured my daughter's life-saving medicine on the ground and forced my wife to marry someone else.
I picked up that satellite phone that had been gathering dust for seven years...

A mouth after my best friend Laura jumped to her death following a rape, I was dragged onto a makeshift stage in St. John's High auditorium by a mob of vengeful students.
They accused me of protecting the real rapist—of being complicit in driving Laura to suicide.
My boyfriend Zayne Spencer, also Laura's childhood friend, was coldly pressing the sensors of a "memory extractor" against my temples.
The agony from my terminal illness made me shake violently, but he didn't even flinch.
He stared down at me, his eyes ice-cold. "Helen, last chance. Either you give up that bastard yourself, or I let this machine rip it out of you."
Thousands of students were screaming for my blood.
And Zayne was about to crack open my skull in this livestreamed witch hunt to drag out the so-called culprit.
But he had no idea that when that face finally flashed across the giant screen, the first person to shatter completely would be him.

I was an orphan, and a rare heart condition ate away at me for twenty years. The night I died in that cold hospital room, a reaper in a black robe came for me.

He told me if I crossed into a world of werewolves, into the Moonheart Pack, and made Estelle's family genuinely love me — Estelle being the real daughter who'd died a horrible death there — and if I rewrote the ending where they all went mad and tore each other apart, I'd get my health back for good. A second life.

For twenty years in that body, I loved every single one of them with everything I had.

My husband Rhett was the youngest Alpha the pack had ever had. I mentioned once that I wanted Alaskan wild berries, and he drove a thousand miles overnight to get them. My mother Sylvia, the pack's head healer, made me tonics herself every single day. My father Everett and my brother Callum spoiled me so much the whole pack envied me for it.

I thought I'd actually rewritten my fate. I thought I was the happiest person alive.

Until that night.

I'm carrying a berry pie I baked myself toward the council hall when I hear my mother's voice, flat and cold.

"Estelle's heart is finally in perfect condition. Now's the best time to take it."

"Her heart buys Lila's life. She should be grateful for it." Rhett says it like it's nothing. "Once we take the heart, I'll dissolve the mate bond myself."

So this is it. All that kindness was just to grow a healthy heart for their adopted girl.

Three years. I've spent three years trying to love them, to thaw them out, to change things.

Then let it end here.

For five years, I had turned Preston Tanner from a broke kid who could barely afford tuition into one of Silicon Valley's hottest young founders.
I thought we would do exactly what we had promised back in that garage—take our AI healthcare startup public, ring the opening bell together, and get married.
Until today.
At the product launch that would determine whether we landed our Series A, Preston stood before the press and credited the core algorithm patent I had spent seventy-two sleepless hours developing to a girl who couldn't even write Python.
"Sloane, you're already my fiancée," he said. "Willow needs this patent to strengthen her green-card application."
Staring at his utterly self-righteous face, I felt sick.
I didn't know when it had happened, but somewhere along the way, he had rotted from the inside out.
And if he was rotten, it was time to throw him away.

My husband's mistress sent me a video to rub it in, claiming she had just beaten my "pathetic, begging mother" bloody and kicked her down the stairs.
I froze, glancing up at my actual mother sitting right across from me, quietly sipping her coffee.
Bewildered, I zoomed in on the video.
When I made out the scar on the wrist of the woman lying in the pool of blood, a cold sweat broke out over my body. I frantically called my husband.
But he interrupted my plea with extreme impatience: "Shut up! Roxy was right to teach her a lesson. She was just taking out the trash for me!"
Since he insisted on indulging his precious mistress's death wish...
I wonder if he'll still be able to say she was right to teach her a lesson when he sees his own grandmother's corpse.

When the apocalyptic red rain fell, my brother and I both awakened spatial abilities.

He awakened a space as vast as a mansion and was hailed by the entire family as their savior.

While I only awakened a "suitcase" and was ruthlessly drained of all my assets by my parents to support my brother, then kicked out of the house.

They mocked me cruelly: "We don't keep deadweights. Go wait for death in the 70-degree furnace outside!"

What they didn't know was that my brother's space had no preservation function—his stockpile of premium ingredients would soon rot into a pile of maggot-infested meat.

But my suitcase had upgrade attributes!

While they fought each other over a sip of putrid green water in the 200-degree hellscape,

I sat in the "Eden" I had created, watching herds of cattle and sheep, drinking ice-cold fresh milk.

Turning into a tiny snake isn't quite the dream Hydra had on the night of her eighteenth birthday. So, with a failed morph, a Kin that doesn't want her and parents set to commit treason on her behalf the only thing she can think to do is get away from the life she's lived for the past eighteen years.

Only running away doesn't go as smoothly as she hoped it would, because it never does, and she finds herself among a unique clan, set to change the world she's knows it. Through meeting new friends, turning into who she's fated to be and possibly allowing love in again she learns who is worth protecting and who isn't as she confronts her past life in her present one.

Her future depends on choices made now, and while she knows tomorrow is important, it won't really matter if she forgets to live today...

“Where are you going, Vesper?”

I looked at my husband’s hand blocking the elevator door—and then at Blythe standing behind him, wearing the smile of a woman who already believed she had won.

“Somewhere my child and I are not treated like tools.”

For eight years, I had built my life around Rhys Hawthorne. I worked beside him, protected his business, became his wife, and carried his child. But when I needed him most, he chose Blythe.

Then they accused me of a three-million-dollar corporate scandal, froze my access, blocked my resignation, and even withheld my acceptance letter to a prestigious design school in Milan.

They thought a pregnant woman had nowhere to go.

They were wrong.

With a professor, a lawyer, a trail of evidence—and my unborn daughter beside me—I am finally ready to fight back.

But there is one thing I still don't know…

Why is Blythe so desperate to keep me from leaving?

Jonathan’s way of loving was always paying in silence. After we broke up, he cleared my shopping cart, stocked up enough makeup remover to last me three years, trying his best to make up for it. But during those three years when I willingly waited for him to propose, he never said a word. Until one day, he found a small note I’d written in pencil three years ago in that wedding planning book: “It’s okay, I can wait.” He cried all night staring at that line, and the next day, he bought 17 copies of the same book. On the title page of each one, he wrote neatly: “Wait for me.” It turns out, the stupidest person takes three years just to learn to say “I love you.”

Nineteen times. That's how many times Lucas promised to marry me, only to leave me standing alone because of her.
Today was supposed to be our day. But as I stood in the biting cold outside the restaurant, watching him carefully help Selena into his Maybach, the marriage application still tucked in my purse, I finally understood—that "someday" would never come.
"Let's reschedule the registration, okay?" he'd said without even looking at me.
I walked straight to HR and submitted my resignation. Then I accepted the offer from the Morinetti family—his sworn enemies.
As I boarded my flight to the West Coast, my phone exploded with messages.
"We agreed to go to City Hall today. Where are you?"
I glanced at the screen one last time, then powered it off.
"We're done."

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.

At the parents' meeting, the daughter's diary was read aloud: "My father is the Grand Duke of the Night."
The room erupted in laughter.
The mentor, disregarding her daughter's dignity, tore up her diary, while the nouveau riche woman advised me , a liar, to "get out of this neighborhood."
I didn't say anything, I just stood up. Then, their knees were all shattered.

Diana Hale has spent her whole life running, hiding and trying to learn the act of survival. She is always bullied at college and lives a secret life as a live-in maid in a powerful household.

Until he arrives; Calum Blackwood.

The new professor in her school, also the employer who she works in his house without knowing who he is. He's an Alpha, holding the power to either destroy or protect her. When he spots her, everything changes.

What happens when a classmate who is obsessed with Calum does everything to ruin, humiliate and destroy Diana?

In a world where dangers, betrayals, secrets and ruthless enemies threaten to rip her apart, would she survive?

Would Calum Blackwood choose to protect or destroy her?

On the eve of the apocalypse, magical beasts appeared in our world.
They possessed extraordinary abilities, and humans could master these powers by forming a contract with them.
In my previous life, my adopted brother chose a top-tier Wolf King pup.
But shortly after, the extreme heat apocalypse descended. The low-tier water snake I had contracted possessed the ability to conjure water and lower temperatures, inadvertently making me the envy of everyone.
Meanwhile, my brother’s Wolf King was universally despised for its excruciatingly slow growth and lack of immediate combat power.

Now, I have been reborn to the very day we chose our contracted beasts.
This time, my brother rushed ahead and snatched the water snake.
I know why.
He has been reborn, too.
But this apocalypse is not nearly as simple as he thinks!

Beau and I have been together for three years. I paid for the entire yacht charter out of my own pocket, and he shows up with his childhood best friend Sadie in tow, then goes around telling everyone it was his idea, his grand gesture.

Out on the water, Sadie spots a small octopus drifting near the surface and decides she has to have it. The thing pulses with glowing blue rings.

I'm a certified expert diver. I know exactly what it is the second I see it. I try to stop her.

She bursts into tears and tells Beau I'm going after her.

So Beau, ever the hero where Sadie's concerned, jumps in himself and fishes the thing out.

Sadie plays with it. It bites her. She's on the deck before she even knows what hit her.

Beau grabs me, screaming at me to suck out the venom. I refuse. He calls me a cold, heartless bitch, and in the chaos, shoves me overboard into shark-infested water.

I die out there. Nothing left of me.

They use my phone to fake a suicide note. Depression, they say. Jumped on her own. Then they take my company, my assets, everything.

They post online hinting I tried to push Sadie in and slipped.

My parents, worn down by the online harassment and the grief of losing me, both die of heart attacks.

Then I open my eyes. And I'm back. The morning of the trip.

With one week left until the wedding, Henry Jones asked me to reschedule the date—for one simple reason:
“On our wedding day, I’m taking Ann to the hospital for her prenatal checkup.”
Ann is the widow of his brother Ethan. She’s also my half-sister. In that private room, they laughed at me for being “almost thirty and desperate to get married.”
Ann put on an innocent face. “If Rory is really in such a rush… I can reschedule my appointment.”
I wanted to break up, and Henry frowned as he lectured me:
“As her future sister-in-law, why do you have to fight her over this one day?”
I asked him, “Do you even remember what Friday is?”
He coaxed me softly: “One day earlier or later—what’s the difference?” I nodded and said “Fine,” thinking I could still swallow it.
Until I pressed my fingerprint to enter his office and overheard Ann questioning him about inheritance, and Henry answered under his breath, “It won’t come to that—I won’t let Rory get pregnant with my child.”
That was the moment I u

Divorce + Winning Back the Ex + Clear-headed Heroine + Career Comeback
Amelia Carter had sacrificed her career for love, staying in a secret marriage for three years. Every day, she prepared lunch with her own hands for Eric Reeves—only to be repaid with trending headlines of him accompanying his "first love" to a prenatal checkup.
Her heart turned to ice.
Slamming the divorce papers in front of him, she said coolly, "Sign it. I'm setting you free."
Later, when he came begging with red-rimmed eyes, she merely smirked. "Mr. Reeves, the whole city knows you're... lacking. I still have my pride to maintain."

The apocalypse arrives, rain stops worldwide, outdoor temperatures soar to 60 degrees Celsius, and everyone fights and loses their humanity over a single drop of water.
But I gave away dozens of cases of bottled water that I had stockpiled at home to my neighbors downstairs for free.
People laughed at my overflowing compassion; my wicked ex even hoarded two tons of water, waiting to see me thirsty and begging her on my knees like a dog.
But what they didn't know was that I didn't need water at all.
Because I'm not human.

Noah, usually inseparable from his father, had spent the entire week insisting that only I take him camping. His declared mission: mastering "real survival skills"—a not-so-subtle jab at his dad's preference for cushy glamping.
Liam played along, hamming it up as he swung our son goodbye. But beneath the teasing jealousy, something felt off. He packed the trunk too fast. Checked the gas without being asked. Almost assembly-line efficiency.
And that line about a last-minute client flying in from Chicago? Didn't sound like bad luck. Sounded like an excuse.
All week, he never pushed back. Just quietly, almost eagerly, waited for us to leave.
I figured he wanted the house to himself: scotch, cigars, silence.
Then the call came—and I got it.
He hadn’t cleared the house for peace and quiet.
He’d cleared it for her.

"Do what?'', I asked nervously. Damn, I am getting wet having him so close to me.

He smirks and says, "lick you up and down".

Before I can respond he lifts me place me on the counter snugs between my legs and starts kissing and licking me.

His tongue reaches my neck and I shiver. I grew wetter than I already was.

My body was getting hot, my common sense was gone, and I moved my bottom half closer to him.

Hinting to him that I want his fingers inside me. And he did just that, he slid one finger into me. As I got lost in the pleasure, he slid another finger into me.

"AHHHH...HARDER'', lost in the pleasure, I was on the verge of begging for more.


After her divorce, Cleo promised herself that she was done with men. And because of her history, she is determined to stay away from shifters as well. She didn't want a relationship or friendship with a man or a shifter.

However, her best friend Jazz just so happens to be mated with a shifter. A shifter who is the Beta of the most feared pack in America. For some reason, Cleo is drawn to the brother of her best friend mate. As fate will have it a fire happened. Leaving Jazz and Cleo to stay with the Alpha and Beta.

Valenzano wanted his mate for many years. One day he meets his mate who is human. A human who has a bad past with shifters. To not scare her away from him, West and her best friend Jazz keep it a secret that Cleo is Valenzano's mate.

Will Cleo be willing to be Valenzano's mate?
Read the spicy story to find the answer.

Reader description is advised this book contains, strong sexual content, strong language, and violence.

"Please... I'll do anything you say. I'll even be your slave."

"I'm sorry." Freida began to sob. Once the tears started, it was impossible to turn off the floodgates. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"No. Shush," he said, pulling her in for a tight hug. He stroked her hair gently, and she almost felt comforted. "You aren't sorry. Not sorry enough."

"Not Yet."

Freida knew she would regret making such promises to a guy like Damon—a sadistic bully who would show her no mercy—but she had no other choice.

She would have to suffer to save the people she loves, and living in the hope that Damon would stick to his promise to keep her secret.

But, as cruel and twisted as Damon can be, Freida finds herself wondering if there is another side to him.

Does she have what it takes to melt a heart of stone, or will she be completely destroyed by him?

I'll tear apart whoever hurt her, even if I have to kill half of my army!


Rati POV

Those men have the most disgusting smirk on their faces. One of them rips off my leggings and panties while the others hold me down roughly. I kick at him, but he grabs my damaged ankle, and I scream with desperate tears streaming down my face.

Just when I was about to accept my fate closing my eyes, I heard a growl that shook the ground. I feel the weight of Reem off me I repack and see a hand rip his heat off his body.

“MINE!”, an animalistic voice growls, and then I pass out.


Alpha Michael POV

Continuing to walk, I smell the stench of blood, sweat, and despair. At this point, the battle is over, and the injured of the opposing pack is rounded up.

Looking at her, I am in awe. She has beautiful raven hair paired well with her caramel skin, and even though she is battered and bruised, she is still insanely attractive.

Mate! She's my mate, the mother of my pups!

I'll tear apart whoever hurt her, even if I have to kill half of my army!


Alpha Michael is a ruthless Alpha. When he says jump, other Alphas say how high. The only thing is he is still a virgin. Growing up, he saw the consequences of Alphas spreading their seed. He has vowed never to jeopardize his Luna position. His mother taught him the importance of a Luna, stressing they are not just pup carriers but their equals. He promised his mother he would never have a girlfriend, mistress, or lover and that he would save himself for his true mate.

Rati Nymph is the daughter of a fallen Beta. At the age of 18, she became the mistress of the Alpha, who killed her father. She never cared if she found her mate; she was sure she never would as long as she was Mistress an Alpha. As fate would have it, her mate would make an appearance at a bad time. But fate doesn't stop there; she is stuck between her first and second chances. Unknown to her, linage carries a secret.

"Kai, please," Jenna tried one last time, grabbing at his arm. "Please don't hurt him. If you want to punish someone, it should be me."

"Foolish girl." Kai laughed. "I AM punishing you."

As he strode off in Jacob's direction, she could only watch helplessly.

Starting at a new school halfway through the year isn't easy, but it's a lot worse when the only person you know is your evil stepbrother. He's sadistically cruel - the worst kind of bully - and he's determined to make Jenna suffer.

When Jenna goes to school with him, she sees him bully a gorgeous guy called Jacob who she immediately has a crush on. In order to stop Kai from bully Jacob she agrees to do what he wants...

She wishes she could stand up to him, the only problem is, she finds herself falling for him despite all his torture.

Can she find a way to melt his cold heart, or will she be crushed by Kai or one of his numerous enemies before she can get the chance?

Book 6 of the Tessa's Wolves Series of Stories

She's an alpha wolf who suddenly woke up in a strange, new world. He's a smoking hot ancient warlock with a nasty reputation. It's a bond that she doesn't want, but one her body just can't resist...

When Gretchen Mason learns she cannot ever go home again, she embarks on a journey to find her family already living in the Realm- Tessa, Jacob and Logan Hexom. She is terrorized along the way by an unknown presence. Finally finding the courage to confront her stalker, Gretchen is taken captive by the dark figure from her nightmares.

After escaping, Gretchen tries to put the ordeal out of her mind and get on with her new life, but Damien Darke isn't the kind of man who will be ignored and forgotten.

Will Damien ever be able to melt the icy shell of Gretchen's heart? Or, will he be forever tormented by the ghosts of his past?

Warning: Graphic depictions of violence and sex...enjoy!!

Melanie Sinclair is a scholarship student in one of the most influential schools for werewolves. Having been bullied her whole life for not having a wolf, she suffers the same fate at Dalderia High School. After getting rejected by her crush, the son of the alpha king, and being publicly humiliated in school, she accidentally mates with his identical twin brother that same day.

Having her eyes already set on his brother, she tries all she can to break the mating bond; all it takes is to make the person she loves fall for her as well, and the bond would be broken.

Does she succeed in making her crush fall for her to break the bond?

Or will unexpected feelings grow for his brother instead?

Alice only wanted to help her younger brother when she confronted his bully. She ends up agreeing to do whatever Adam wants in return for him leaving her brother alone. He goes one step further, befriending and protecting her brother, but only for as long as Alice agrees to follow his orders. Orders that become increasingly difficult for her to agree to.

Luna Elara Valen’s world shatters when Alpha Thorne publicly claims Vespera his rejected true mate as his second Luna. Betrayed, branded barren, and humiliated before the pack, Elara flees into the frozen wilds. There, the Dark Lycan "Draven", exiled rebel king who defied the Moon Goddess finds her. One touch ignites a forbidden bond. Thorne hunts her in guilt and fear. War brews. Packs mobilize. Vengeance or forgiveness? Elara stands between two mates, two fates. Choose wrong and everything burns.

My squadmates falsely accused me of being a vampire. They poured scalding water over me claiming it was "holy water," spiked my meals with garlic extract, and even splashed me with stinking goat blood. In the end, their madness drove them to plunge a sharpened cross straight into my heart...

On the seventh wedding anniversary, I woke up in the lounge and found a big word "BITCH" sprayed with red paint on my chest.
The culprit, holding a spray-paint can, had a naive-looking smile on her face and said, "I'm doing you a favor. Your white outfit's way too boring."
I was just about to take action when my husband rushed in to protect her, frowning and scolding me: "She's just a little girl; she doesn't know any better. Do you have to be so petty?"
At this moment, looking at the man in front of me who had risen because of my family's influence, I suddenly laughed.
He probably forgot who had given him this overwhelming wealth.
I unscrewed the red-tipped thick paint pen and walked step by step towards the trembling girl.
"Your face is boring, too. Let me do you a favor."
As for my husband?
I'll make him know that without me, he's worse than a dog.

When Hazel Parker moves in next door to the Forest Ranger, she feels an instant attraction but feels hurt when he rejects her initial advances. However, an encounter in the forest with him changes everything when she learns his true identity.

Strong Sexual Content

Excerpt:

Rhett slowly brought his hand up and ran it up Hazel’s body without touching it, just mere centimeters away. When he got to her neck he stopped and then reached in and grabbed Hazel’s jaw and turned her face back towards him. “You don’t have to be scared of me Hazel. I don’t want to hurt you. Show yourself NOW!” he demanded.

“You’re going to have to learn to listen,” Rhett said as he pulled her head to the side. Then, he suddenly thrust forward and sunk his teeth into her neck.

I have three mates!
The first is Stone, originally, I think he is a human and then I can hide my true self to live a simple life with him, but he told me I look like his ex-wife. Screw him!
The Second, Lycian, Alpha of Gladiator Moon Pack, he said I am his mate and wait for me for many years, but wants to share me with his destined enemy just because I am the key to peace. Fuck him.
Yeah, the third one is Requiem, Alpha of Stone Moon Pack. The shit man has a fiancée and also said I am his mate. Am I insane or is he insane?

And who am I?
I am the Last descendant of the Moon Goddess, a special breed child and a prize to any Alpha.
Should I kill the three men or force them to kneel before me?

"Time for you to entertain me."

As he laid back his T-shirt rose, revealing the bottom of his ab muscles and the line of his hip. Scarlett had to tell herself not to stare before he noticed her perving on him.

She shifted on the spot, feeling her lips stretch unnaturally wide.

"W-what do... do you expect me to do?" she stammered. Her mind raced at a mile a minute, conjuring up all sorts of scenarios ranging from ludicrous to steamy.

When her stepbrother moves in, Scarlett's human best friend is mesmerized by him. Sienna is popular and beautiful, but Adrian curtly informs her that while he is not interested in having a girlfriend, she may serve as his slave. Sienna believes she can win him over if she spends enough time with him, unaware of his status as Alpha. Meanwhile, Scarlett is falling head over heels for his Beta-Riley, who has been strictly forbidden to mate with her. Will she follow the rules of her Alpha, or rebel for the sake of love?

Suspense/Romance.
Rachael Sinclair is a half Native American (Lakota) Police officer with Red Ridge PD in a tiny town in Montana with a new identity because her father was the nation's first native American serial killer.
She is 30 years old and because of the disappearance of her mother, the abuse suffered by her father and the things she was subjected to seeing in his cellar, and testifying against him at his trial, Rachael has become a depressed alcoholic, attempting to self-medicate her pain away.

She has questionable behaviors for someone that is law enforcement and a stalker.

When one body found on her patrol route turns into another, each in the same manner as her father. The FBI is called in to assist with the manhunt for the copycat killer.

Enter Roman Hanshaw, The FBI agent assigned to help Rachael find the truth behind these murders.

Their relationship takes an erotic turn when Roman realizes he sees the real her and he could be exactly who she needs to help her heal.
One reckless decision helps Roman make his mind up about wanting Rachael, but will she feel the same way?
Who is the killer?
Why are they targeting Rachel?
Can Roman and Rachael uncover the truth in time?
Can Rachael handle the twists and turns life throws her while uncovering this truth?

Tropes and Triggers (minimum)
Depression
Suicidal ideology
Child abuse (mentioned)
Death and dismemberment
Abuse of a corpse (eyes cut out, chest marked)
Police officer FMC
FBI MMC
Twists and turns
Erotic novel, 5 chili peppers
Bullying (co-worker and mentioned childhood off page)
Snarky, minority FMC
He falls first
Breath play
Dirty talk
handcuffs
Slow burn
Slight enemies to lovers
He breaks down her walls
Betrayal
secrets
Stalker
serial killer
touch her and die
one bed

Fuck, I want to hate him at this moment.
He inches his way lower and lower until he reached my dripping core, He stops and kisses my pussy lips before using his tongue to open me up.
Then he kissed my clit, and I came hard.


Bastet is the leader of the Hunter association founded by her ancestor Abraham Van Helsing. In a male-dominated field, she is the only woman ever to hold the top position, due to the fact her father had no sons. She worked harder than any of her male predecessors, always dutiful to the cause.

However, she is stuck between a rock and a hard place because she loves two men. One man owns her heart while the other owns her soul. However, she must marry and choose her future husband wisely.

Making the wrong way can turn her world turns upside down. During her decision making jealousy and envy shows its ugly head. And threaten to destroy all she holds dear and what he works for.

“I have loved you since the first moment I laid my eyes upon your gorgeous face.” the next thing he says has everyone completely flabbergasted.

“My wolf knew you were his, which was just after my sixteenth birthday, he wanted you from the moment he knew you were meant for us, but I’ve wanted you to be mine since we first played at recess in kindergarten, would you do me the honor of being my wife and not just my mate?”

The world we come from is a very dangerous one. One that we wanted to escape from, our world is divided up into factions, there are seven in total. Human, Angel, Demon, Werewolf, Vampire, Fae, and Witch.

Life is what you make of it, but what do you do when you find out that you're not exactly human? My life wasn't exactly perfect, but it was a good life, on the day I turned seventeen years old, I found out that there is a prophecy about me. A prophecy that stated that I would be the downfall of the Under World Society as they knew it.

"Are you sure you want this?" She nodded unable to speak even if she wanted to, her brain so overloaded with lust.

My brain must be malfunctioning too, I can't believe I am breaking all the rules by taking her now, before the games. Taking her this way could result in my own lashing or worse. I knew the rules, but any punishment would be worth having her.

"I need to hear you say it beautiful."

"Yes, Lucas please take me." Her voice is borderline begging, I can smell her sweet arousal perfuming the room.

It’s like my body refuses to stop even though I know I should.


Captured and taken far from her home along with fifty other women, she is thrust into a whole new world.

Leaving her beloved hometown and familiar life, she entered an unknown adventure, but she was attracted by two dangerous men. Their similar eyes looked at me with desire and love, and I was lost in this erotic game.

Who's my partner? I seem to feel the burning gaze.

His pupils dilate and my mouth goes dry with the contact. Why am I so drawn to these two men, men who took me and will probably hurt me? Why do I suddenly feel safe when their eyes are on me? I have officially lost my mind.

Warning: this book contains strong, sexual content and strong language.

Ayla Frost is a beautiful, rare omega. Kidnapped, tortured, and trafficked to rogue clans and corrupt alphas to do with as they pleased.  Kept alive in her cage, broken and abandoned by her wolf, she becomes mute and has given up on hope for a better life until one explosion changes everything. 

Thane Knight is the alpha of the Midnight Pack of the La Plata Mountain Range, the largest wolf shifter pack in the world. He is an alpha by day and hunts the shifter trafficking ring with his group of mercenaries by night. His hunt for vengeance leads to one raid that changes his life. 

Tropes:
Touch her and die/Slow burn romance/Fated Mates/Found family twist/Close circle betrayal/Cinnamon roll for only her/Traumatized heroine/Rare wolf/Hidden powers/Knotting/Nesting/Heats/Luna/Attempted assassination

Amelia is an orphaned shifter that was forced to be raised by a hard, cold alpha. She endures unspeakable hardships and abuse and as an adult, remains trapped in the pack, at the alpha's mercy. One night changes everything when another alpha from a bordering pack visits and reveals as her fated mate. The heat is instant when the bond snaps into place for these two. Amelia is finally hopeful that she can have a normal, safe existence when her fated mate whisks her away from her cruel alpha and to her future pack where she will become their luna, but it's not all what it seems to be. Is Landon Ironclaw of the Noble Claw Pack the answer to her prayers or will her life be thrown another unbelievable twist for her to cope with. To overcome. To be redeemed from?

Join me in this fated mate's dark romance with wolf shifters. There will be plenty of hidden twists and drama with tons of angst. Not all is what it seems in this shifter romance.

Tropes:

Fated mates with betrayal
Abused but sassy FMC
Wolf shifter romance
Rejected mates
Alpha-hole
Second chance mate
Enemies to lovers
Villian
Heats and emergency heat
Mating
Marking/claiming/knotting
Smut Adult 18+
One bed
Who did this to you?
Touch her and die
Slow burn
War and violence
Depression and trauma

BBW Kamasutra Jones aka Karma is a woman with dreams of becoming a businesswoman. Lance Logi is a man who profits from selling pleasure and its various forms. He has many strip clubs, sex clubs, and other sorts of adult entertainment companies. Masks are used to hide identity. Mostly because those from the high society were expected to maintain a certain decorum and follow certain rules. Where deviant behavior would have been scandalous. Read what happens when two strangers meet in a place of pleasure.

Gray-Lynn Spark just graduated from college and her father recommends that she interns by his best friend's company. Little does she know that Mr. Stern has been her childhood crush which she completely forgot about and she hasn't seen him for years. She has it tough at the office to not let her feelings affect her work, because with Mr. Stern, work is very important. One night, a shift in the air happens between them, what will happen when he returns her feelings? What will her father do when things progresses? What will Gray-Lynn do after finding out something that she didn't know about him?

Elona, who is eighteen, is on the cusp of a new chapter- her final year of high school. A dream she has her sights on becoming a model. But beneath her confident exterior lies a secret crush on someone unexpected- Mr. Crane, her best friend's father.

Three years ago, after the tragic loss of his wife, Mr. Crane, a painfully handsome man, stands as a hardworking billionaire, a symbol of both success and unspoken pain. His world intersects with Elona's through her best friend, their shared street, and his friendship with her dad.

One fateful day, a slip of a thumb changes everything. Elona accidentally sends Mr. Crane a series of revealing photos intended for her best friend. As he sits at the boardroom table, he receives the unexpected images. His gaze lingers on the screen, he has a choice to make.

Will he confront the accidental message, risking a fragile friendship and potentially igniting emotions neither anticipated?

Or will he grapple with his own desires in silence, seeking a way to navigate this uncharted territory without disrupting the lives around him?

In the dimly lit bar, amidst the storm of my haunted past, a painfully handsome stranger took a seat across from me, shattering the fragile peace I had found in the pages of my notebook. His piercing blue eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing me into a dance of desires I dared not acknowledge. Little did I know that this enigmatic man, who haunted my thoughts day and night, was none other than my ex-boyfriend's father. As the tempest of emotions raged within, I faced the dilemma of seeking comfort in his arms when my heart shattered at the hands of his son. The hospital, where I worked to escape the whispers of my past, now became a battleground of suppressed desires. A revelation awaited me – he, the painfully handsome stranger, was not just a doctor in the hospital; he was also my private doctor, his eyes lingering on me in a way that hinted at secrets and a troubled relationship with his son. In the clash of emotions and hidden truths, I must navigate the stormy seas of love, betrayal, and the forbidden allure of the man who holds the key to both my heart and my healing.

Warning: No Cheating

I don't have friends, and I'm yet to develop the need for them. After what happened last year, I learned friends can stab you in the back, and I've never fully recovered from it.

The last year taught me a bitter lesson- never trust anyone. Not even friends because they will do anything to destroy you, even when you did absolutely nothing wrong to them.

Ora Marshal is a nineteen-year-old history university student. Her first day doesn't go as planned after seeing the man that she thought she would never see again. Her history professor, whom she has a crush on. His attitude had changed to a cold manner towards her after the incident that happened the previous year. The past events catch up with her and the fear that she has to endure. They are both hurting on the inside. Can Ora handle the semester in his class? Can they work through it? Will she be able to tell him the truth about the incident? What happens when he returns her feelings? Can they heal each other?

Maddie, consumed by an intense love for the handsome director of Sternpoint, finds herself tangled in a web of emotions. The stolen glances they share ignite a fire within her, yet Mariko's marriage casts a shadow over their connection.

As Maddie navigates the labyrinth of her heart, torn between following her feelings or denying them based on her past, she must confront the ultimate question: will she take the risk and listen to the whispers of her soul? Meanwhile, Mariko battles the growing intensity of his emotions, struggling to resist the magnetic pull that draws him towards Maddie.

With the impending finalization of his divorce, the specter of his ex-wife looms, ready to unleash her fury. But amidst the tumultuous journey, Maddie and Mariko share a burden, a secret that binds them in a way they never anticipated-a secret they both wish they didn't have to keep.

Will they find the courage to embrace their love, despite the odds stacked against them? Can they withstand the storm that threatens to unravel their world?