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Sure, I can rock a tank top and ponytail while collecting ancient relics, but don’t call me a tomb raider. I knew the guy who built the pyramids… and I mean in the biblical sense.   Archaeologist, fashionista, and an ancient immortal with a serious memory problem, Dr. Nia Rivers has spent the last few centuries filling in the blanks of her past, all while outrunning dark assassins and stealing brief moments alone with Zane, her immortal lover.   But when a two-thousand year old relic from her past resurfaces, Nia isn't sure if the story connected to it is one she wants told to the world. The fact that Tres Mohandis, a fellow immortal and Nia’s greatest rival, is determined to develop the land and bury the site before Nia can excavate it suggests some dark history lies hidden in the site. Worse, Nia is beginning to realize that she doesn’t dislike the broody billionaire land developer as much as she remembers.    Letting Tres have his way might be best for Nia, especially when the truth might expose a horrific crime from Nia's past—one with her name written all over it. But don’t all stories deserve to be told? Even the ugliest ones.   Even if it proves she’s not at all who she thinks she is.   Get this hot urban fantasy featuring spine-tingling adventure, twists on historical mysteries, and thrilling romance, where Tomb Raider meets Indiana Jones—and they live forever!

In a forgotten roadside bar on the edge of wolf territory, mechanic and bartender Wren Calloway has spent her entire life believing she’s insignificant: a low-rank wolf overlooked by her pack and safely invisible. But when Declan Mór, the dangerously powerful alpha of Blackridge Pack, walks into her bar one storm-heavy night, everything she thought she knew about herself begins to unravel.

Declan recognizes something no one else ever has: Wren is not weak. She’s a suppressed female alpha, one deliberately hidden and chemically bound by the very pack that raised her. As buried instincts awaken and a fierce, undeniable Bond ignites between them, Wren is forced to confront a terrifying truth: her alpha has been grooming her for years as a weapon to secure absolute power.

Now hunted by the only home she’s ever known, Wren flees into Blackridge territory with Declan: the one man who can steady the storm inside her, and the one man she’s not sure she can trust. But as political alliances fracture, rogue wolves close in, and ancient pack laws threaten to drag her back in chains, Wren must decide who she truly is: the obedient wolf Harlow Pack created… or the alpha she was always meant to become.

Bone Deep is a slow-burn paranormal romance filled with dangerous attraction, hidden power, political pack intrigue, and a heroine discovering that the most terrifying thing in the world may not be the wolf inside her but what happens when she finally lets it loose.

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The town looks sweet, cider on every breath, smiles on every porch. But Cass Ryder tastes the rot under it. She came from the city thinking farm country meant bar fights and stolen cows. She didn’t expect graves lined up like seeds.
A skull turns up under the apple trees. Then another. Each buried upright. Each set like someone was planting them to grow. Folks whisper about the Orchard Man — a story Cass used to laugh off. But the trail runs back through decades, twisting straight into her past and the brother who never came home.
Every clue drags her closer, every secret pulls tighter. Until she finds a fresh grave waiting, her own name carved on the lid.
And that’s when Cass learns the orchard isn’t just hiding bodies, It’s waiting for her.

A teenage girl moves to a small town and discovers she's a hybrid- half werewolf, half vampire. A secret her abusive, alcoholic father kept from her. She finds herself drawn to two fated mates: an alpha wolf and a vampire. The vampire resents or fears what she is and tries to eliminate her, forcing both mates to put aside their rivalry to protect her.

“Look at me.” I growled against her skin.

Her eyes fluttered open and her gaze locked on mine in the mirror. Her lips were slightly parted, eyes dark and filled with that burning desire that mirrored mine.

Good.

I needed her to see me. I needed her to know exactly who was doing this to her.

Not Rhys. But Cassian Kaldrix.


After four years, Tessa Aldren returns home only to realize she was to be married off as her father’s dying wish. Determined to make the most of a rare opportunity, she planned to seduce her lifelong crush, but that plan spectacularly backfired—now, she’s become the obsession of Cassian Kaldrix, the most dangerous man in the city.

A renowned boxer and her brother’s best friend, Cassian Kaldrix always knew she was off-limits but when he is forced to become her only safe haven from a killer on the loose, he realizes the threat isn’t the danger outside but the passion burning within.

Faced with an impossible choice, will they battle the forbidden attraction that could ruin them or surrender to the dangerous desires that promise to consume them whole?

He is a boastful, conceited, rough, abusive, unromantic, arrogant boxer.
And she is pure calm, pure tenderness, organized, respectful, intelligent, hardworking, with very high aspirations, but with the perfect character to put anyone in their place.
Their lives collide unexpectedly, and everything spirals out of control. What are you waiting for to find out what will happen between these two?

I was the best student, the most obedient, the most compliant—yet the only unloved child in our family.

When my brother got into fights, I took his punishment. When my sister snuck out with boys, I bore the consequences. Mom force-fed me pills and made me get my stomach pumped just to scare my brother away from smoking. Dad dressed ten-year-old me like a prostitute and threw me into a bar to warn my sister against going astray.

In the end, they sold me to a gambler for a few hundred dollars.

I died in a dark pond, and no one heard me calling for help.

But when my spirit drifted home, they were gathered around the dinner table, laughing and talking as if nothing was wrong.

It wasn't until the police knocked on their door that they realized—I had been missing for seven whole days.

Later, my brother clutched the chocolate he never got to give me, crying every day. My sister dreamed every night of ten-year-old me struggling and screaming in that bar. Dad knelt at my grave daily, consumed by guilt. And Mom, after killing that gambler, threw herself into the same pond where I had drowned.

Finally, they loved me.

But I was already dead.

As she raised and swiveled her hands, she resembled a trumpeter swan. It seemed as though the snowy-white plumage of elegance, beauty, and grace swan were rising. When she turned around, it was as if my eyes had drawn me to her, and all I could do was gape.

I'm Elijah Holmes, and I'm being held captive by Yavana Estes with every influence of her body. I'm not sure how an attractive, wealthy, and well-known boxer athlete like myself fell fascinated with this woman. But no matter what I try to get her to pay attention to me, she doesn't want to—

When all I want is for people to confide her with the following words every time she dances on stage. All I desire to heed is their words about the—

Swan's sway over her paragon Boxer.

In the third year of my marriage to Damian Spencer, I accidentally scratched his first love.
For that insignificant little scratch, on the evening of my birthday, he personally brought his bodyguards and cornered me in a damp, cold alley.
Without flinching, he had them crush my right hand—the one that held my bow—bone by bone.
He looked down at me coldly as I slumped in the mud, his voice devoid of any warmth: "Just be a good Mrs. Spencer. You don't need this anymore."
Yet later, this same man caged me in his arms like someone possessed, begging again and again—pleading with me not to forget what we'd been.
But all that met him was my empty gaze—hollow, confused, as if he were no one to me.

In the isolated, fog-drenched town of Oakhaven, Elara Vance is not a hunter or a princess; she is the town’s silent cleanup crew. As a gifted forensic taxidermist and unlicensed medic, she spends her nights stitching together what the "shadows" tear apart. In Oakhaven, the local werewolf pack operates like a refined, terrifying mafia, maintaining a fragile peace with the human population through silver-lined contracts and strict territories.

Elara’s life is governed by a single rule: Never look at their faces. If she heals a wounded wolf in human form, she becomes a liability.
Everything shatters when a dying man is dropped at her doorstep. He isn't a high-ranking wolf, but a "Broken" werewolf who has lost the ability to shift back to human, a condition that usually results in immediate execution by the pack to protect their secrecy. Instead of reporting him, Elara sees the humanity buried under the matted fur and chooses to hide him.

As the Pack Alpha begins a hunt for the missing traitor, Elara is pulled into a lethal game of cat and mouse. She must navigate a world of primal politics and ancient blood-debts, realizing that the man she is saving might be the only one who knows the truth about her own forgotten lineage. To survive, Elara will have to stop mending broken things and start breaking the system that keeps her town in a chokehold.

After being brought home by my biological parents, I thought I'd finally get the love I'd been missing.

But no matter what I did, they only blamed me for bullying my adopted sister. My husband would just look at me with disgust.

They thought I was cruel and evil. When my adopted sister was diagnosed with leukemia, they forced me to donate bone marrow to her.

I was forced to eat and exercise, gaining twenty pounds in half a month.

My adopted sister suddenly looked at me and said, "Sis, to tell you the truth, I don't have leukemia at all. I'm just playing with you. When you die on the operating table, I'll be with your husband."

I felt so sick I wanted to die.

But I couldn't die.

I had to survive.

I had to crawl out of this hell alive!

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?"

When the apocalypse came, I became one of the military's failed experiments—defective, useless, a waste of space who only knew how to fix machines.
My so-called brother Kane used the camp leader access I got for him to trade away the comms gear I nearly died to secure for a bottle of whiskey. He drained my bone marrow dry to keep me in the dark, then dumped me out in the wasteland to die.
After that, he pinned every bit of luxury and waste on me—
while my little sister didn't even have the medicine she needed to stay alive.
That night, dragging my crippled body behind me, I reached into the substation.
Kane, do you remember what kind of genes were in those five hundred milliliters of bone marrow?

My fiancée, with whom I've been in a relationship for three years, has threatened to break off our engagement for the hundredth time, forcing me to donate a kidney to her adopted brother, who's faking illness and acting like a hypocrite.

My biological parents even threatened to sever ties with me: "You have a healthy body. Ian has nothing but us. You can't even bear to part with a kidney. You're so selfish and cold-blooded!"

They don't know that my hands, which I used to play the piano, had already been crushed by gangsters while cleaning up their mess; they also don't know that at this moment, I have a critical illness notice for late-stage bone cancer in my pocket.

Seeing the undisguised disgust and indifference in my fiancée's eyes, I swallowed the taste of blood in my throat and calmly signed the consent form for the live organ removal.

"Okay, I'll donate. I'll give you back my life along with it."

Later, I died like a dog on the rusty operating table of a shady clinic, my bones and marrow completely drained.

But when I was truly reduced to dust and left without even a complete corpse... the truth about my vicious foster brother faking illness was exposed.

The aloof and arrogant female CEO who once treated me like trash went completely mad overnight.

She knelt desperately before my nameless grave, plunged a sharp knife into her abdomen, and collapsed in a pool of blood, pleading for me to see her one more time.