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A bad boy rockstar needs a fake girlfriend… Not a girl to fall in love with him when the cameras fall away… When I walked into the party that night, I was worried about my black minidress being too short… I never realized that I was going to meet him. Rhys Grant, lead singer of Misery, one of the hottest bands on the freaking planet. Rhys isn't just any tanned, muscular bad boy dripping with sex appeal. He's so hot he's practically Adonis himself. … and the way he sings… he owns that stage. And he's interested in me. Well, okay, fake interested. He needs a sweet girl on his arm for the cameras, to smile and look like he's settled down. Public Relations 101. I just happen to be in the right place at the right time. Right in the middle of that party, pulling down that mini skirt and feeling so out of place. Of course I said yes! How could I ever say no? But the more I find out about Rhys, the more I see the man behind the microphone and tabloids. I don't want to be one of a thousand screaming fans. When he kisses me, when he touches me... suddenly I want to be his one and only. Paparazzi, crazed band managers, overdoses… Rhys' lifestyle will either drive me away forever or ruin me for all other men. But one thing's for sure… he's going to rock me to my core.

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We're playing a dangerous game, sneaking around in a place where we could easily be caught. I think that's part of the thrill .

One hot mess. One hot boss. One too many hot encounters.
A company policy: no dating of work colleagues.

A passion unresistable.

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This year has been real harsh , seems like am kinda jinxed or something. I know you might think I'm just making things up but seriously, it's true.Am like a Walking talking ticking hot mess!

Not only does my name literally means "unfortunate," but that's the story of my life.
Everything I touch suddenly turns to crap.

Moved out of the studio I shared with my ex for cheating -means I'm living back at home with my teenage like parents,with me acting like the grown up adult .

Which is why I need my new job as personal assistant to Damien Boyce to get back on my feet. Three months in this job and I can move back out and, hopefully start afresh.

Ahem.
On paper, my job is easy. Make coffee. Book appointments. Keep everything in order.

Am like his secretary, pretty sure it's a simple task .
Until I walk in on my boss, half-naked, wearing nothing but dangerous and sexy smiles added with a hot sexy desire.
Now, nothing is easy–except this sudden scorching burn of mutual attraction
But he’s my boss!

you know what they say about mixing work and pleasure:

It never ends well.

Except am I willing to risk losing my job.

it’s just not worth it?

Or is it?

Im not a big believer in romance. Im certainly not the type of woman to get drunk, meet a guy, and run off to Reno to get married.But Dr. Hottie himself, AKA Jack Stratton, changed all that. Too bad it's all a lie.Our relationship is as fake as a bad spray tan. Its all to show up our mutual exes, make them realize how much they miss us. Can I help it if Jack is so ridiculously handsome, simply being near him makes me blush? And when he smiles at meWell, maybe I shouldve nicknamed him Dr. Panty Dropper.And I admit, part of me is falling head-over-heels in love with him. How can I not be when he keeps telling me we have to spend time together? Keep up the charade. Kiss in private so it looks good when we do it for show.When my ex finally gets the message a month after our wedding, he says that he wants me to leave Jack. Start over. I should be happy.Right?

“Well… Well, look who is a curious little mutt.” a deep voice says, sandalwood and vanilla enter the room. Letting me know that Cole is behind me, turning I smile softly. He is leaning against the door frame, his golden red ones staring at me.
Making me wonder how long he has been standing there. He has a smirk on his face, yet his eyes hold a jealousy in them. I take it that these are Derrick’s or he smells his soap on me. I wonder how hard it is for them to share one mate.
Natalina Collins is a werewolf princess whose life changes when her sister disappears six years ago. Natalina is now the heir and is forced into an arranged marriage. On the night of her engagement ball and meets two strangers. She finds out they are her mates and the dragon kings?! Cole and Derrick kidnap her from the party and take her to their palace. They are hoping she is the key to finding out who is behind killing off the dragons. Natalina proves that isn't a part of the anti dragon group and helps them find the dragon killers.

Jessica had always been easy to overlook, curvy but petite, muscles hidden beneath fat deliberately. She’d been called every insult in the book by her Clan, her brother, his friends, she was quiet and thought once she had a friend but, it was a lie.

Sarah had betrayed her, drugged her and let her brother’s friends rape her of her virginity on the day she was meant to be mated to another clan’s Alpha…a prince to build a strong alliance. Her betrothed was Sarah’s true mate and instead of calling off the arrangement he’d allowed her to be violated…the sick bastard even watched. It was her Uncle Alpha of the Chimaera who had ripped the men from her and held her tenderly with regret. “I am so sorry…may the Goddess watch over you as she once did for me…be strong my little Songtress. Believe in the Goddess and she will ensure you that justice is meted upon them for their crimes. With that she died but awoke at the negotiations and saw the lovelorn looks of mates between the two something she’d bee too busy as an hieress to notice before.

“I will not accept this arrangement…Father.” Jessica spoke firmly but with kindness. “It would be an insult to the Goddess to claim someone when its clear his destined mate is in this room…Prince Apollo…I believe you’ve found your mate in my friend Sarah…yes?”

The Prince looked up startled, “That’s her name…Sarah?”

Jessica smiled, “Yes, May the Goddess bless you or curse you as the fates intend.” Her words weren’t and insult but a formal declaration of her granting him his freedom to be with his true mate. Invoking the Goddess was something noone in any clan royal or would dare contradict not when their mating pull was so clear.

Cynic. F*ck up. Outsider. That's Jameson in a nutshell - not to mention drool-worthy, dreamy, and perfect fantasy object. He's also my older brother's best friend and business partner. I've had a thing for Jameson ever since I was old enough to have dirty dreams. My brother has made it crystal clear that if he catches rough, wrong-side-of-the-tracks Jameson even looking at me, someone will get hurt. That doesn't deter me, though. I want Jameson to be my first. And that's why my brother can never find out what happened. Because Jameson kissed me. No -- not kissed -- he shoved me up against a wall, possessed me, and took my breath away. Then he promptly passed out in my bed, wasted. Now I know that Jameson wants me. I may be off limits because of my brother, but that kiss is branded in my mind. I need another taste of Jameson. I crave his brutal touch. Pinned against the wall, gasping at the feel of his body pressed against mine, crying out in pleasure and pain while he gives me everything I've dreamed about. As long as my brother doesn't catch on, Jameson might just give me exactly what I want… and a whole hell of a lot more. This 50,000-word book is part one of Emma and Jameson's story. It ends with a cliffhanger...

To set a fire, you need a spark. Lily and Cade always had one, but her brother -- Cades best friend -- kept the tinder damp. Besides, Cades a man whore. When a man is that hot, someones always going to get burned. Lily should have learned her lesson the first time she touched fire, when he left town the morning after they finally hooked up.Yet all these years later, the embers still smoldering.She's working at the local bakery, in control of the heat... until he walks back into her life. Fresh from the wildfires of Montana, Cades lost everything he held dear, and the losses left scars. They soon find that more than ever, they are better together. Their love grows, quick and hot.Despite what her brother might say, Cade needs what Lily gives him. But theres no such thing as a controlled burn.And every secret carries the risk of a backdraft.

Open your heart, for only then will you bring light.Marked by the curse of a witch, the Gargoyles are doomed never to be seen by a human eye. Yet an ancient prophecy could mean salvation for them, if it weren't for the war between the two clans, the Grimm and the Pearce. Amid this bitter feud, the siblings Freya, Dean, and Ash must fight their battle with their inner demons. As hope of finding the missing part of the prophecy continues to fade, a last glimmer of light emerges. Alex Lane is the first to see the Gargoyles. Let the game begin.

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

In the wasteland era, the soil is dead. Whoever can grow food is king.
In my last life, my brother gave me the spore we had nearly died to get, and the two of us awakened plant-growing powers together.
But every grain he grew was full and perfect, and the leader placed him on a pedestal; everything I grew was poisonous, and I was mercilessly cast out as worthless.
It wasn't until I died that I learned the truth: his power was never plant-growing, but transfer.
As long as he had eaten the spore, he could transfer away all the crops I grew.
When I got a second chance, I returned to the very day my so-called brother tried to shove the spore into my mouth.
This time, I slammed into him, knocked the spore to the ground, and crushed it under my foot.

I took my sister’s place to save my family. Now I am living a life that could destroy me. I never wanted anything to do with the mafia. But when my twin sister vanished without a word, I stepped into her world and became her… the wife of Rowan, a man people fear and never question.
Every day, I live a lie. His son, Dante, looks at me like I am his mother, and something inside me breaks every time he says in a low voice that l look like his mom. But not everyone is fooled.
Rowan’s family watches me too closely. They see what does not belong and they are waiting for me to slip so they can get rid of me for good.
I tell myself I can handle it. That I just need to survive long enough to protect the people I love.
But I am losing control. Because the man I was never meant to love is starting to look at me differently. And the worst part is… I think I am falling for him too.

In my previous life, my wife was addicted to black market gambling on football, which caused us to lose everything.
To make matters worse, a zombie horde then broke out.
We had no shelter and were quickly torn apart by a horde of frenzied zombies.
After being reborn, she planned to run off with all the money, then dump me and elope with her lover.
What she didn't know was that I had awakened the ability to read minds and knew all her plans.

The kiss grew more passionate as he felt her warm supple body pressing against his chest.
He couldn’t believe how soft she was.
He was gentler this time, making love to her with a slow, languorous pace, pausing now and then to check the expression on her face.
Kira was… transported.
She no longer felt the fabric of the sheets underneath her.
One moment, she was floating in the air, cuddled by cotton candy clouds.
The next, she’d become one with a dinghy, bobbing up and down with the undulating waves.
His scent enveloped her.
He was on top of her, using his arms to support his weight and avoid crushing her.
She snuggled up closer to him, safe and snug, cocooned in his warmth.
Kira had always marvelled at Austyn’s stamina, but he outdid himself tonight.
In the midst of overwhelming rapture, Kira still had the presence of mind to broach the subject she’d been meaning to bring up. ‘My dad’s medical bills…’
Austyn paused.
He frowned as he looked into those beseeching eyes.
‘It’ll be taken care of by the end of business day tomorrow,’ he said with a bit of an edge in his voice.
Kira breathed out.


She is a 21-year-old college student who dreams of becoming a journalist.
He is the heir of the McCarthy family and president of a business empire.
She is bright-eyed and vivacious, a glass-half-full kind of gal.
When life throws her a curveball, she knocks it out of the park.
He is the archetypal alpha male, aggressive and domineering.
Endowed with both brains and brawn, he steamrolls over his enemies and rules his company with an iron fist.
The two would never have crossed paths if not for a cruel twist of fate.
Kira’s world was turned upside down when her father was hospitalised after a car accident.
The medical bills were astronomical.
Austyn McCarthy offered her a way out.
The price: becoming his contract wife.
At night, he consummated their marriage but called out another woman’s name.
Who was she?
Why did Austyn marry Kira if he was in love with someone else?
Kira was his lawful wife, but she had no right to ask these questions.
Then one day, the woman showed up in front of her…

Being second best is practically in my DNA. My sister got the love, the attention, the spotlight. And now, even her damn fiancé.
Technically, Rhys Granger was my fiancé now—billionaire, devastatingly hot, and a walking Wall Street wet dream. My parents shoved me into the engagement after Catherine disappeared, and honestly? I didn’t mind. I’d crushed on Rhys for years. This was my chance, right? My turn to be the chosen one?
Wrong.
One night, he slapped me. Over a mug. A stupid, chipped, ugly mug my sister gave him years ago. That’s when it hit me—he didn’t love me. He didn’t even see me. I was just a warm-bodied placeholder for the woman he actually wanted. And apparently, I wasn’t even worth as much as a glorified coffee cup.
So I slapped him right back, dumped his ass, and prepared for disaster—my parents losing their minds, Rhys throwing a billionaire tantrum, his terrifying family plotting my untimely demise.
Obviously, I needed alcohol. A lot of alcohol.
Enter him.
Tall, dangerous, unfairly hot. The kind of man who makes you want to sin just by existing. I’d met him only once before, and that night, he just happened to be at the same bar as my drunk, self-pitying self. So I did the only logical thing: I dragged him into a hotel room and ripped off his clothes.
It was reckless. It was stupid. It was completely ill-advised.
But it was also: Best. Sex. Of. My. Life.
And, as it turned out, the best decision I’d ever made.
Because my one-night stand isn’t just some random guy. He’s richer than Rhys, more powerful than my entire family, and definitely more dangerous than I should be playing with.
And now, he’s not letting me go.

I just got my billionaire husband to sign our divorce papers. He thinks it’s another business document.
Our marriage was a business transaction. I was his secretary by day, his invisible wife by night. He got a CEO title and a rebellion against his mother; I got the money to save mine.
The only rule? Don’t fall in love.
I broke it. He didn’t.
So I’m cashing out. Thirty days from now, I’m gone.
But now he’s noticing me. Touching me. Claiming me. The same man who flaunts his mistresses is suddenly burning down a nightclub because another man insulted me.
He says he’ll never let me go. But he has no idea I’m already halfway out the door.
How far will a billionaire go to keep a wife he never wanted until she tried to leave?

Married for seven years, I lived my life like an absolute joke.
For the sake of my brother, my wife personally uprooted the roses I had so painstakingly cultivated. To please her uncle, my daughter pointed at my nose and called me a "bad daddy."
The entire family even held a vote to force me to donate my bone marrow. My wife, Elena, raised her hand without a second thought: "You'll just lose a little bone marrow. Liam will die without you."
In that moment, my heart died.
The surgery was a success.
As the anesthesia wore off, Elena was holding my hand tightly. Her eyes were bloodshot, and her voice trembled with remorse: "Aaron, I was a jerk before. As long as you were willing to save Liam, I will love only you for the rest of my life."
She thought I would be as pathetically grateful as a dog, begging for her affection and humbly forgiving her.
But I merely frowned in disgust and pulled my hand back as if shaking off garbage.
In the dead silence, I looked at this tearful woman before me and asked, politely yet confused:
"Excuse me, ma'am... who are you?"

Ailenna Maytha and Marianne Lyon-Maytha are the betrothed sisters of Prince Nickolas of Luavyn — however, the future King can only have one Queen. The three were allowed to live freely until the age at which Nickolas would receive the crown. What their parents didn't expect is that the distance between the three would create unexpected bonds that could compromise the Real game and the interests of many important people.
When Nickolas begins his journey to prepare to take the crown, the three will have to make a difficult choice: reason or heart. How much tension can a relationship endure before bonds break? What kind of love are we looking for when we choose not only the person to say “yes”, but also the future of the entire Kingdom?

Betrayed to death by my own brother, I was reborn before the apocalypse descended.
He rushed to seize the god-tier [Copy] talent first, leaving the trash [Purification] talent for me.
He thought that with this talent, he'd have no worries and reign supreme in the apocalypse.
Meanwhile, I quietly closed the last door of my fortress.
He didn't know that his prized copying ability had a fatal flaw.

When the apocalypse struck, my brother Leo didn't hesitate to choose the offshore sanctuary.
In our past life, faced with a choice between a powerful inland warlord commanding a massive army and a leader clinging to a solitary island, Leo snatched up the first option.
But when a zombie horde overran the mainland and defenses collapsed, he fled to my island for refuge.
Jealous of how well I was surviving the end of the world, he and our parents knocked me unconscious in the dead of night and threw me into the ocean to drown.
Now that I've been reborn, Leo immediately took our parents to the maritime base, leaving the "dangerous" mainland to me.
He thinks the ocean is a natural barrier that guarantees his safety, that he can sit back and relax while the world burns.
But there's one thing he doesn't know.
Zombies aren't just static, mindless walking dead—they evolve.
And when they do, that offshore sanctuary will become a floating hell with no way out.