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Emerald thought that she and Jace Higginson were divorced. After five years, she returns to the country to collaborate with his company and eventually takes her revenge. What will she do when she sees a different Jace, making her uneasy whenever they meet? What would she do when her supposed ex-husband was still her husband because he didn't file the divorce? Will Emerald give Jace his rights to their son whom she conceived before she left?
Find out how Emerald will try to fight her own feelings towards Jace and his eagerness to win her back as she tries to find her nanny who will eventually unfold her true identity.

She’s fire wrapped in silk. He’s ice laced with fangs. And when they collide, the world burns.

In the velvet shadows of Vancouver’s most dangerous secrets, RedLine — an underground club pulsing with magic, blood, and desire — is where vampires come to indulge. But when Katalim, a woman cloaked in mystery, steps into this world, everything changes.

Locked away for years, she’s finally free — but not safe. Katalim isn’t just a witch — she’s a weapon. Her power? The ability to channel raw sexual energy, bending it to her will. It’s intoxicating, addictive… and feared.

Enter Ryder Cornwall — cold, untouchable, and loyal only to the Coven. He’s assigned to protect her. But from the moment he tastes her magic, he wants more. Her scent drives him mad. Her secrets haunt him. And her body? It might just ruin him.

As their chemistry erupts into obsession, enemies close in. Katalim’s past is darker than anyone imagined. And Ryder must decide — break every rule for her, or watch her be claimed by a monster from the shadows.

Twisted Fate is paranormal erotica at its most wicked—dripping with forbidden heat, dangerous magic, and a love so intense it might destroy them both. It is perfect for readers who like their vampires dominant, their witches dangerous, and their romances deliciously dirty.

I was raised with the criminal underground’s most notorious crew turned government-sanctioned mercenaries in Texas and Colorado, known as the Death Kings. My uncle is one of them known as the Gator King. Now I walk in his footsteps, leading a crew of my own with his backing. To my family, my nickname is Seraphim, but in my kingdom, I’m the Viper King. Now the boys who left me, who swore they would stay by my side to protect me, are back in town. They are attempting to become like C.H.A.O.S. who run Palomino Bay, Texas. That will not happen because Grêle, Louisiana, is my stronghold. I have the backing of my father's MC and together along with my Serpents the city is ours. The person they need to protect is themselves because it isn’t me.
…They don’t know my secret, but I know theirs…

Amelia Russo is a weapon of the state. As a military captain and the daughter of a legendary general, her life is governed by duty, honor, and one mission: eliminate "The Shadow," the faceless myth ruling Verona’s bloody underworld.

Lorenzo Ren Moretti is a master of deception. To high society, he is Luca D'Angelo, a charming billionaire CEO. To the streets, he is a cold-blooded monster with icy blue eyes and a past carved in tattoos. He commands fear. He demands absolute loyalty. And he has never met an enemy he couldn't break.

Until he meets her.

When Amelia crosses paths with the enigmatic billionaire Luca, an intoxicating, forbidden game of cat and mouse begins.

"You're going to meet your mate someday." I whispered.
"Olivia."
I forced a smile and lifted my head. "And it's fine. I'll be rooting for you all the way."
He cut me off with a soft "Liv."
I blinked away my tears. "No, listen to me. We need to accept that this won't last forever. You could find her on your next trip out of town, and I'll be forgotten."
I swallowed the lump formed in my throat. "I just hope we'll still be friends."
His face twisted in pain as he rested his forehead against mine, his hands trembling as he cupped my cheeks. "You'll always be my best friend."
"And you'll always be mine."
I pressed my lips against his, needing to taste him, to feel his lips on mine, to know that at this moment, he was mine.
Olivia Martins has always been an outcast in the Nightshade pack.
She's an omega, and the pack she grew up in never failed to remind her that she'd never be one of them.
It wasn't so bad growing up—she had her best friend by her side.
Caspian Storm, son of the alpha of the Nightshade pack, befriended her when they were both little, and they've been inseparable ever since.
Their friendship started out sweet and innocent, but it developed into more.
Olivia knew that it couldn't last forever because Caspian would find his mate—and what they had would come to an end.
Yet, she couldn't guard her heart.
And when her worst fear comes true, she flees.
Will Olivia and Caspian find their way back to each other?
Or will the threat of Caspian finding his mate keep them apart?

Unravel:Mr. VanceMy eyes raked over her. The temporary bartender brought into my office because shed seen the virgin auction room. I took in her delicious curves and knew I needed to have her. Except, I would never see her again after tonight. But, I always get what I want, I'm the owner of Club V and I will unravel her in ways she's never experienced. I can barely wait to touch and lick every curve of her virgin body.SamaraI assumed the auction room at Club V was just a rumor. Until I walked into the wrong room. I feared being fired but when the guard brought me to Mr. Vance I was instantly a hot mess. He was gorgeous, arrogant, cocky even and I couldn't take my eyes off the very naked woman wearing a diamond collar standing beside him. The look of lust and sex on her face as he played with her and then the way he watched me, teasing. But, Id never have to see him again after tonight. That is until fate changed everything... God help me!Undone:Taylor Dawson spends her days getting down and dirty as a mechanic at her father's garage, rather than with a hot guy. At nineteen, she's so ready to get rid of her v-card but hasn't found the right man yet. Collecting her roommate from her bartending job at Club V, Taylor stumbles across Club Owner, Jake Mesa, giving a lesson in submission. Tay doesn't think she'd ever be able to obey like the collared woman at Jake's mercy and slips away from the room unnoticed.However, Jake's security footage caught the gorgeous voyeur in his room and now she has his full attention. When Taylor's dad admits to a business disaster that could end not only the garage but his life, she doesn't know where to turn. Then Jake makes her an offer... Will she be able to resist or become completely undone?Uncover:When magazine journalist Penny is offered the opportunity to investigate the virgin auctions at Club V, she leaps at the chance. Especially when she realizes the man shell be interviewing is Pete Wilson, the boy who set out to seduce her in University and made her a subject of ridicule. Now theyre both adults and hes the subject. Penny wants revenge. Can she uncover a seedy underworld to Club V for Expose magazine? Or instead is she about to uncover their bodies and their hearts?

“Claudia,” a die-hard fan of the novel Solo Hunter,
is reborn into a powerless and fragile body… even weaker than F-rank!

But wait! He, who was supposed to be a side character doomed to die,
somehow survives thanks to “Alan Miller,”
the gorgeous male lead whose actions are nothing like what the novel described.

To make matters more confusing,
Claudia turns out to be the long-missing heir of the prestigious Heart Family,
gone without a trace for 8 years!
Is this really the same story he once read?

Now that the original plot no longer applies,
how will he survive in this perilous world?
And what exactly… does the novel’s mysterious male lead want from Claudia?!

“So blood is less like a meal for you than it is a drug trip,” I note, and he rests his hand on my thigh, making my heart clench.

“No, blood is sustenance,” he corrects, “some bland and some flavorful, but your blood,” He leans in closer, finger tracing up the side of my leg, right along the femoral artery. “I was taken to heaven, my soul lit aflame. Pure ecstasy. I wish I could show you.” His eyes scorch my skin, suffusing my cheeks with heat. His fingers are right there between my legs, and I know without a doubt that such ecstasy is well within my reach, no biting required. He can see that desire darkening my gaze, and his smile steadily broadens. “You know, there are ways of enhancing one’s flavor. I normally tease it out for hours before I drink.” He rests his lips against my ear. “Sanguis always tastes best when a woman is in full climax.”


Leah just wanted to make some friends and blow off some steam. She did not expect her night of clubbing to get her kidnapped by a coven of hot, young vampires addicted to her blood. Now she’s a slave, a blood servant in a mansion of beautiful tormentors fighting each other to lay permanent claim to her. She doesn’t need to pick just one. She could have them all if she chose, but the urge to escape and rescue her imprisoned best friend, the man she’s been in love with since grade school, that noble need remains. Even if he could never fully satisfy her needs and fulfill her darkest fantasies the way the others can… It’s too deadly a game, leading them all on, and one of these vampires is bound to overindulge and suck her dry. Though the truth is, she’d enjoy every second of that experience, right up until death.

What type of love could possibly come after trying to seduce an handsome stranger at the club in order to escape your abusive relationship?

How does it work?

What happens if you fall in love with the country's most eligible bachelor before you know it?

Do you run away or do you wait for him to accept you?

What does it mean to be a gentleman? For exclusive members Damien, Silas, and Levi it means exploring the world of dominance with women looking for excitement. They pay to play.

Read what it means to enjoy sexy fantasies and wildest dreams in their playrooms at the Gentleman's Club.

Book One: Damien Sinclair is an attractive, successful lawyer with a taste for dominance and sex. He enjoys being one of the Gentleman's Club members. When he meets loud and confident Mila Wright he can't seem to stay away. He makes it his mission to claim her in more ways than one by introducing her to his play room. Mila doesn't know if she can take the heat.

Warning: Mature Audiences only. Explicit Content

Wren Castellane takes the stage manager job at the Regatta Playhouse to outrun a failed marriage and a stalled career, not to reopen a cold case. But the theater hasn't staged “The Drowning Room” since 1994, the night its leading lady walked into the tide and never came back. Reviving the play for the theater's centenary means working under Julian Voss, the owner's grandson, a man who canceled every production of that script for thirty years and won't say why. As opening night approaches, someone starts leaving Wren notes in the dead woman's handwriting, moving props between rehearsals, humming her exact vocal warm-up in the wings when the building's empty. Julian knows more than he's telling. So does the theater's aging costumer, who flinches every time the drowned actress's name comes up. Wren has three weeks to get the show up — and to find out whether she's staging a play or walking into someone else's unfinished ending

I was on the streets, until I wasn't. They took me, fed me, clothed me. For a time I was happy, until he came back. I had five years to accept his chains, my monster. He owned me, until I met the Enforcer of The Satan Snipers.

His name was Zero.

He wasn't just an enforcer. He was a stone blooded killer.

Meet the girl-

Beggar:-

I've never known a day of being normal or having a hot plate of food to eat. I don’t even know what it feels like to have a bath. The streets of Washington has been my home since the day I was born. As the years went on by, I learnt to survive on these streets, I even learnt to smile.

Now meet

Zero:-

I know I should let it rest, but I can't drop it. I need to know her name. My gut is riding me hard. My instincts are telling me it's important.

I'm the enforcer. If there's even a thread that she's a danger to my club I need to know.

When Beggar saves Falon, she passes the biggest test of a Satan Sniper. Taken as a prospect, Beggar can finally get the life she wanted.

She gets more than she ever hoped to. A mans heart. But with secrets from her past and the man in question set of uncovering the dark that's plagued her. Will she learn that the enforcer of the Satan Snipers is more than able to handle anything. Even the reason she calls herself Beggar.

I didn’t have the kind of body those women by the pool flaunted, but the way he looked at me, like I was the only thing he wanted, made me forget that.
“Exquisite,” he murmured, lowering his head, and before I could even draw breath, his mouth was on my nipple; hot, wet, consuming.
A louder moan escaped me....

Carrie Summers thought meeting Gavin Manning was just a typical bar encounter, and that they wouldn't cross paths again.
However, this mysterious and charming man kept appearing in her life, even at the grand opening of the hottest new venue in town—the Privé club.
She keeps reminding herself that a romantic relationship is the last thing she needs right now, but Gavin's unwavering attention, each flirtatious encounter and passionate sexual encounter, makeing her realize that she seems unable to stay away from him.
She may not know who Gavin truly is, but she knows how he makes her feel. Passion, longing, and unleashed desire—she was uncontrollably succumbing to them...

Get ready for the steamiest erotic romance.

Four years ago, James Rockefeller was expelled from his home by a wealthy family and traveled to the battlefield with humiliation.
Four years later, he had become the feared "Grim Reaper" of the Western underground world, but chose to retire at the time of his success, only to return to Houston and find his long owing wife Sofia.
But he didn't expect that his wife, who gave birth to her daughter Sophie alone, would suffer from the cold eyes and bullying of the Wilson family over the years.
His mother-in-law wanted to force his wife to marry a wealthy young master, but his relatives humiliated him as useless. His daughter was called a bastard, and his wife and daughter were even forced into the conspiracy of the mysterious underground organization "Hades".
In order to protect his beloved, James chose to hide his true identity and endure misunderstandings, but when his wife and daughter were in danger, he made a thunderous move.
This time, the retired Grim Reaper no longer fights for the empire, but only holds up a sky that no one dares to invade for his wife and daughter.

"We must stop!" She breathed out and removed her wrists from his hold. She straightened her dress and began to walk away.
"How long do you think you'll be able to run away from me? I'll catch up to you eventually." He replied.

There was an ominous demonic glare in her angelic eyes. They said she was nothing but the darkness, a living embodiment of terror. She was the assassin, roaming across centuries, killing and hiding. She had known blood and death her entire life, but what she didn't know was that the biggest battle awaited her, one with her soul and her mate.

Lycan Prince Aiden, heir to the Kingdom of Werewolves, the fated Alpha King. Everything would change after he found her, his moon-blessed Luna. Would he be ready for the storm and darkness brought along with her? Meant to bend himself to her will and desires, both of their fates will be twisted into unexpected accord.

Victor Graves was supposed to die.

Instead, he is chosen by the Reaper and thrown into a brutal world ruled by levels, survival, and blood-earned power.

Armed with a relentless will and a growing connection to death itself, Victor must navigate monsters, guilds, and deadly secrets while becoming the very weapon the Reaper intended him to be.

“You want me to share the studio with you?”

“Only if you can handle me… and what I want.”

“And what exactly do you want?”

“Everything… on my terms… starting with you.”

When the school decides to shut down the art studio to make room for hockey expansion, Elara Quinn refuses to accept it.

Landon Hayes the captain, the hero, the face of the team is supposed to be her enemy. His world is ice rinks and roaring crowds. Hers is paint-splattered floors and quiet determination.

But when Elara storms into his territory demanding answers, she doesn’t expect him to offer a deal.

Share the building. Work together. Rebrand the team.

It’s supposed to be temporary.

Yet the more they clash, the more the tension shifts from rivalry to something undeniable.

Saving her studio was the goal.

Falling for the boy on the other side of the fight?
That was never part of the plan.

Six months after our breakup, I ran into my ex-boyfriend, Arlo, at the Beach Club's VIP party.
His new girlfriend, Calliope, tapped her champagne flute to demand everyone's attention.
"Let’s propose a toast to Arlo, who finally crawled out of his pathetic past."
Arlo wrapped his arm around Calliope and threw a mocking glance at my dress.
"The smartest thing I ever did was letting that charity case pay off my fifty-grand car loan."
"Once I got my Varsity jacket, I dumped her for my actual queen."
A collective gasp ripped through the room.
Everyone thought I would storm out in tears, but I just smiled and signaled for the show to go on.
"What exactly are you raising a glass to, Juno?"
I leaned back in my chair and looked at her calmly.
"I’m just celebrating that you guys are having fun on my turf."
"YOUR turf?"

My husband Michael's father and my own father shared the same name—Robert. His was Robert Carter; mine, Robert Smith. I once thought it a sweet coincidence, until that 3 AM phone call turned this quirk of fate into a living nightmare.
The nursing home called to say Robert Carter had died, but when Michael returned from his business trip, he assumed it was my father who had passed. "Old Robert's finally gone," he smirked. "Should've moved him to the cheaper nursing home ages ago." Can you believe it? His own father—the man who'd left him an inheritance—and there he was, helping his medical intern mistress cover up malpractice, dismissing the death as "just some useless old man."
He has no idea he's protecting his father's killer. No clue I've seen through his cold-bloodedness all along.
I wonder, when the truth finally hits him, how will this absurd tragedy end?

By night, I’m an undefeated underground street racer flirting with death; by day, I’m a lowly law intern who just realized the stranger I slept with owns the entire firm.

I’ve lived two lives for years. During the day, I’m Adeline, a top-of-her-class law student trying to outrun her family’s criminal reputation. But at night, I am Ghost. The maniac who takes corners at impossible speeds on a modified bike.

It was at the underground track that I met Rider. He had a custom Ducati, an unplaceable accent, and striking storm-gray eyes. He beat me by a fraction of a second, and I bought him a drink. That drink turned into the most intense, earth-shattering night in a cheap motel. We promised no names. No real life. Just one night.

Two months later, I walked into Royal & Associates, the most cutthroat corporate law firm in the city, ready for my first day as an intern. I was wearing a cheap pencil skirt, blending in with fifty other nervous graduates.

The HR lady was giving us a tour of the 45th-floor executive suites when the heavy double doors opened.

My blood ran cold.

Stepping out of the CEO’s office, surrounded by terrified junior partners, was Rider. He was wearing a bespoke black suit, his hair perfectly styled, radiating terrifying authority. Percy Akilov. The billionaire owner of the firm.

As he spoke to a partner, his storm-gray eyes swept over the crowd of interns. And then he saw me.

I watched the shock hit him, followed instantly by a dark, possessive fury that made my knees weak. The entire hallway went dead silent as the most powerful man in the building stopped in his tracks, ignoring everyone else, and stalked directly toward me.

"Miss Volkov," he commanded, his voice a low, dangerous purr that sent shivers down my spine. "My office. Now."

Chasing his runaway bride to the altar is all this Army Ranger cares about in this modern day marriage of convenience. After years of fact-checking and fetching coffee, reporter Lana Hunt has finally been given a chance to shine. Her exposé on the Montana ranch where soldiers are finding a gold rush of convenient brides could lead to the job of her dreams. Putting her investigative skills to the test to discover if the ranch is a cult or the stuff of fairy tales, Lana goes undercover inside a bridal boutique only to come face to face with the man she left at the altar a year ago. Even though he was jilted by the love of his life, Mac Kenzie still loves weddings and is happy to help his friends plan theirs. But when he goes to assist the bride to be, he’s stunned to find his own runaway fiancée dressed in a wedding gown. Even more shocking, Lana is still wearing Mac’s engagement ring. Certain she still has feelings for him, he proposes a deal. He’ll help her get the scoop on the Purple Heart Ranch if she’ll help him plan his friends’ wedding. To get the story and the promotion, Lana agrees to Mac’s conditions. But as the two of them plan a future for the bride and groom, Lana wonders if there’s a chance to revise the ending of their own story? And after years of coming in second to her career, Mac knows this is his last shot to make Lana his. But as her deadline draws closer, he can’t help but wonder if the girl who’s held his heart since he was six will choose her byline over taking his last name?

Instalove alters the plan when an Army Ranger makes a calculated deal to wed a female rancher in a modern day marriage of convenience.    Army Ranger Tony Keaton is under a tight deadline. He’s got just 90 days to break ground, construct, and open the elite forces training camp he and his men have been planning since they left the military. The problem is his camp, which is on the grounds of the Purple Heart Ranch, needs access to the adjoining creek for their training exercises. Luckily, the stunning female rancher who owns that piece of land is willing to make a deal. Cattle rancher Brenda Vance is shedding ranch hands who can’t stand working for a woman. But she’s also bleeding money as she modernizes her property. To cover the debt of the technological advances, she agrees to sell the creek to Keaton. But the only way to cut through the red tape and transfer the land quickly enough to meet his 90 day deadline is to get married. Their iron-clad prenup protects her assets, but what will protect her heart? As Keaton and his unit of Army Rangers work the land with no problem taking orders from a woman, Brenda has dangerous dreams of this marriage lasting longer than the red tape requires. Dating isn’t on Keaton’s to do list, but a woman like Brenda makes him want to move love to the top of his priorities. Will these two stick to the deal and go their separate ways once the camp is up and running? Or will they change their plans and make this marriage of convenience last?

Lilith Mendez is the Cupid of the city and owner of The Billionaire Matchmaking Agency. She’s known for her professionalism, attention to detail, and discretion.
But her dating life is abysmal until an alluring stranger enters her life.
Despite the warning bells, she considers opening herself up to the possibility of romance…until things go awry. She’s found herself in the wrong situation with a powerful and dangerous man.
Rescued by Cristo, her friend and billionaire-in-shining-armor, Lilith's tempted by his assurances of protection and passion.
In this tangled web of deception, lies, and broken promises, what can Lilith do when the promise of relief makes her want so much more?

Welcome to The Wonderland Club.

Here you can explore all your darkest fantasies and strangest dreams. No wicked thought or outlandish request is too much. Free yourself from the shackles of reality and join us in this fantastical world. Let loose and go a little mad because we're all mad here.

My name is Alicia. I'm trapped in the Wonderland Club, a slave to the ruthless owner Wendel and his red queen Lilith. I had a debt with them and when they decided to relocate for better business options they took all of us who owed them a debt with them.

Now we're stuck in this place we can never leave, and none of us know when I debt will be paid. Because there is no rules in Wonderland.

When someone is killed outside the club though all hell breaks loose. Suddenly our club is under a microscope and the cops are banging down the door. Why they don't know is they won't find answers here, no one knows the truth about this place. That means no witnesses for them to talk to and no evidence to help their case.

That doesn't seem to deter Detective Rowan King. He sees things he shouldn't and the first time he looked at me I knew I wouldn't be able to hide. There is a spark between us which means he might be the one to finally break me free. Now I just have to convince him and my other guys not to kill each other long enough for us to escape.

This is going to be messy.

*this is a reverse harem story which means the female main character will have more than one love interest.

*TW: Blood, violence, language, sexual content, crime, and descriptions of crime scenes

"It's not compensating. It's lagging," I said, my grease-stained hands resting on my hips as I corrected the most arrogant, untouchable F1 racer on my very first day.
Silence fell over the elite mechanical training facility. Every perfectly polished student turned to stare at me—the charity case from the slums. But Carlos Santiago didn't just stare. His sharp, assessing gaze landed on me like a physical weight. "And who are you to correct me?" he demanded, stepping closer until the scent of expensive cologne and burning rubber surrounded me.

I didn't back down. I knew engines better than I knew people. "I wasn't correcting you. I was fixing the problem," I shot back. He was perfect—ash brown hair, thick lashes, and a jawline that belonged on a billboard. But he was also completely wrong about the calibration. I reached past him, my knuckles brushing his pristine racing suit, and adjusted the valve. The engine instantly purred to life. Flawless.

His eyes darkened. He hated losing control. He stepped into my space, trapping me against the workstation. "You've got good instincts," he murmured, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. "But instincts don't win races." Before I could push him away, someone bumped into him from behind. He stumbled forward, and suddenly, his lips crashed hard against mine. My mind went completely blank. It was an accident. It had to be. But when he pulled back, his eyes weren't steady, and his breathing was ragged. "Stay out of my way," he warned.

But the way he looked at my lips? It didn't feel like a warning at all. It felt like a promise.

High-school misfit Julian fell in over his head into a relationship doomed for dysfunction. When the love of your life turns out to be a polyamorous vampire, eternity together is bound to be a messy rollercoaster, but even after all the trauma and heartbreak, this one of a kind devil still holds his heart. If only Luc shared his devotion... He certainly shares his obsession.

“Your girlfriend’s pretty cynical, now isn’t she?” Luc speaks into my ear, leaning casually on my shoulder. I blush bright red, and his smile grows all the broader.
He takes both our hands and leads us off across the dance floor, and the crowd parts for him like he’s the King of England - the bouncers steering away anyone that tries to block us.
“Holy shit. You really are the owner?!” Heather drunkenly shouts, as we make our way up the stairs and into that VIP booth.
“My club and my right to lay claim to anyone who catches my eye,” Luc drawls, and I shoot him a look, shifting my weight to get in between him and Heather.
“Look, you can’t just… I mean, thanks for the drinks, but she is not going to…” God I sound like an idiot, and staring straight in Luc’s eyes I feel more than a little intimidated, especially because he is not intimidated by me whatsoever. He’s smiling like I’ve just gifted him a shiny new present. I turn to tell Heather we should go, and Luc catches my arm.
“I wasn’t trying to steal away your date,” he laughs. “I invited the both of you here, now didn’t I?” He pushes a hand through Heather’s hair, turning boldly to face her dreamy eyed gawking. “You ever had a three way?”

I straighten up after three back-to-back all-nighters, my stomach aching so badly I can barely stand up straight. At one in the morning, I head to the twenty-four-hour diner below my studio for a bowl of soup, just to keep myself going.

Steam rises off the bowl, and when I look up, my blood goes cold.

Beckett Wexford, my husband, head of the Wexford Group and a man with a serious germ phobia, sits right there, completely out of place in this greasy late-night diner.

He patiently picks the onions out of her burger, one piece at a time, while the girl next to him laughs, bright and carefree, her profile eerily close to what mine looked like at twenty.

"Beckett, you're so bad at this. It's just an onion."

The man who's been ice cold to me for years has a look in his eyes I've never seen before, soft, doting, like she's something precious to him.

"Hold on, almost done."

Eight years of marriage, and I turned myself into some neurotic housekeeper. Turns out all that tenderness was just going somewhere else.

I pull out my phone and open the divorce agreement I drafted a while ago.

Eight years. It's time to get myself out of this.

This book has been rewritten and is dedicated to my Grandmother, Marie Valerie Perrett. Her flesh and bones now lay as ash, while her spirit glows within the ones fortunate to have breathed her air, as memories, and moments from the past become those that define our future. In my life some of those are memories and lessons that she has taught me, not just by words, but by actions.

She gave me the tools to be a strong woman, and at times I admit I struggled to stand, but my grandmother held me by both hands at those times and lifted me up. Then she let me go, because she knew, she knew all along that one day I would need the strength to stand on my own. To lift my own daughter by her hands and learn to let her grow so she can become stronger.

Who you were or the way you felt, my Grandmother loved without judgement.

When she looked at me, spoke to me I never doubted her love, it was always an invisible beam between us. When I was younger we used to lay on her bed and she used to read to me stories from the bible while I used her arm as a pillow. I remember when I got a bit older and she read to me then I asked her, "Gran why does a story always start with Once Upon A Time?" She said because now it is a fairytale but once upon a time it was true. It was then I imagined life, I convinced myself that aliens were real. That I could be anything I want.

There is never a moment that is perfect to let the one you love go and she was one of the very few who I have loved and still do. I took my books off the pre-order today and I am glad I did. Because I get to share her memory with you guys. And dedicate this book that she waited so long to read but barely started. On Tuesday, December 4th 2018, I read the first chapter to her.

I wish I knew that it was the last day, but we never really know when death comes naturally, do we.

Hypothetically speaking, can an Army Ranger war games strategist and an environmental scientist bent on saving the planet fall in love at first sight? Romey Capulano knows that marrying Jordan Spinelli is the most logical, expedient, and practical way to save the farm commune she’s lived on her whole life. But when the pragmatic-minded, hydroponic gardener says I do, she’s surprised to find her heart speeding up when he makes his vows, her hands tingling when he slides the diamond on her finger, and her breath quickening as he leans in for the kiss. Succumbing to the notion of love was not a part of her plan, and she’s sure it will ruin the platonic relationship that she and the genius Army Ranger have planned out for themselves. Jordan Spinelli is certain he’s coming down with something the day of his arranged marriage to Romey. Why else would his blood run hot, his palms sweat, and his heart keep skipping beats? Better he catch an illness than feelings for the level-headed soil scientist. Because falling in love was not a part of their carefully constructed, peer-researched marital agreement. As the two try to navigate a loveless marriage, unknown forces keep pushing them into each other's arms. Divine acts keep pushing their lips within kissing range. Unspoken desires keep causing their hearts to face the inexplicable truth; the unquantifiable math that all adds up to the obvious. But will Jordan and Romey be able to admit to themselves, and each other, that their platonic vows are a shame because they just might have fallen in love at first sight?

Detective Iris Hale has spent twelve years building an impeccable reputation—logical, relentless, untouchable. In a city where most cases involve infidelity and insurance fraud, she's the department's rising star, poised for promotion to Homicide Chief. Then the "Reaper Murders" shatter her carefully constructed world.
Seventeen bodies in three months. Each victim carved with an elegant "R" mark post-mortem, their faces frozen in expressions of euphoric terror. No DNA. No witnesses. No pattern—except the killer's obsession with perfection. The city spirals into paranoia, and the department hands Iris an ultimatum: catch the Reaper or watch her career burn.
But when Iris discovers a mark identical to the victims' carved into her own childhood diary—dated fifteen years ago—the investigation becomes horrifyingly personal. Someone has been watching her since she was seventeen. Someone who knows the darkest secret she's buried: the night she accidentally killed her abusive stepfather and made it look like suicide.
Enter Dr. Ronan Ashford, the enigmatic forensic psychologist assigned to her task force. Brilliant, unsettling, and possessing an uncanny ability to predict the killer's next move, Ronan becomes Iris's only anchor in the chaos. He sees past her professional armor to the guilt she's weaponized into ambition. Their intellectual chemistry ignites into something dangerous, something neither can afford—especially when Iris begins noticing that Ronan's theoretical profiles feel less like deduction and more like confession.
As bodies pile up and the Reaper's messages grow intimate—notes addressing her by childhood nickname, crime scenes staged at locations from her past—Iris faces an impossible truth: the killer isn't just obsessed with her. He's been crafting her into his masterpiece for over a decade. Every case she's solved, every criminal she's caught, every moral compromise she's made—all calculated steps in his grand design.

In my previous life, I understood my beloved dog's feelings and foresaw the impending apocalypse due to high temperatures. I stocked up on supplies and kindly took in my aunt's family.
But after the order completely collapsed, in order to seize my house and inheritance for themselves, they even threw my dog into the scorching sun at sixty degrees Celsius.
I rushed out to save it, but they took the opportunity to lock the door from the inside and coldly watched as my dog and I died in the heat.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the eve of the apocalypse.
When my vampire relatives came to my door again to escape the summer heat, I didn't stop them. Instead, I generously gave them my old villa, which was about to be cut off from water and electricity, and moved into my underground temperature-controlled fortress with my dog.
Enjoy the last bit of air conditioning. This time, let's let you bite each other under the scorching sun over a piece of moldy dog food.

Terminal. One month, maybe less.
I folded the report and put it in my bag. The doctor asked if there was family I could call. I told him there wasn't.
My husband rang while I was crouched against the hospital wall, waiting for the pain to pass. I could hear waves behind his voice. He didn't ask what the doctor said. He wanted to know why his money hadn't come through yet. His first love needed it for her art show.
So I sent him all of it. My savings, and the last of what my mother left me. Ten years, settled in one transfer.
Then my legs went, and a pair of freezing hands caught me before I hit the ground.
The pain stopped the second he touched me.
"Your kind calls us reapers. Give me your soul, and I'll keep the pain off you until the end."
Weston took one look at him and decided I'd hired an actor to make him jealous.
He thinks I'm trying to win him back.

After three years of secret marriage with a famous playboy F1 racer, Aria finally got pregnant. But she discovered that Liam was staying with his ex, who is also pregnant…
She was heartbroken, and left the city to raise the baby on her own.
6 years later, while back in town, Aria ran into Liam as her new boss.
Him: "I bought a mansion for our child. Stay."😳
Her: "Sorry, he has no father. "😒

My father said an honest man can't run a farm. My brother called me nothing but a burden. My ex-girlfriend dropped her engagement ring into a glass of champagne and handed it back to me. They all thought I was worthless. None of them knew I'd been reborn, and had stockpiled five years' worth of supplies in the cold storage. When the blizzard hit, the walkie-talkie crackled to life. I heard their cries and the unspoken thoughts swirling inside their heads. Really? You're still trying to scheme against me right now?

I was the undefeated queen of the underground octagon—a body held together by broken bones and spilled blood, all to build Dorian's fighting empire from the ground up.
But when he'd made it to the top in his tailored suits and polished shoes, suddenly my scars made me too crude, too ugly to stand beside him.
He ordered me to throw my title defense—told me to take a dive for some rich girl whose daddy bought her a spot in the cage. And when that woman shattered both my legs with an illegal knee strike, he just stood there and watched.
I clawed my way out of that wreckage—barely breathing. Left him a blood-stained divorce decree and vanished.
While he mourned over what he thought were my ashes, I was already training alongside the legendary king of the octagon, rebuilding myself from the ground up.
Now I'm back—stronger than ever.
This time, I'm going to break that princess's pretty face and crush his pathetic ego underfoot.

I am originally of royal vampire bloodline.
But because of one sentence from my adoptive father, I hid in the human world for decades.
The Church called me a "filthy heretic" because vampire blood flowed in my veins.
Yet they burned a blind girl to death, her crime being that she "couldn't see."
They burned an old blacksmith to death, his crime being that he wanted to learn medicine.
They burned a young mother to death, her crime being that she refused to be violated by the captain of the holy knights.
Bathed in holy light, I realized for the first time—
The demons... are in the light.

Krystal Hunter died with a broken heart, a knife in her back, and one regret—she finally won the damn lottery right before she died. Ten million dollars, untouched, deposited in the bank… wasted.
Or so she thought.
Because when Krystal wakes up in a hospital bed—very much not dead—the world has gone to economic hell. The global economy has collapsed, the dollar has depreciated into dust... and her forgotten bank account?
Now worth one hundred billion.
With the world burning and billionaires falling like flies, Krystal is no longer the girl they betrayed. She’s richer than empires, hungrier than ever, and back to collect what she’s owed—with interest.
Ex-lovers, fake friends, and bloodthirsty siblings beware:
She died once. She’s not dying quietly again.

A deliciously savage romantic revenge comedy about wealth, power, payback, and kissing someone hot while the economy collapses.

With a 28.6-second prediction ability, Kane Voss hides as an ordinary shop owner. His cold lawyer wife holds a buried family crime secret. Assets wars, deadly ambushes, and underworld battles break out. He unfolds his god of war aura, crushes all enemies, and tears down every hidden dark truth.

When the apocalypse broke out, I risked my life to save the woman I loved, and spent three years wandering around just to help her find her white moonlight.
Just when I thought she was finally moved, she stabbed me to death on our wedding night!
Reborn back to the first day of the apocalypse, I coldly watched her kneel down and beg for mercy.
You want me to be your lapdog? Dream on!
In this life, I will make her taste the bitterness of despair, and make her kneel down and beg for my forgiveness!
Forget about white moonlight and true love, they all have to kneel down before me!

In my past life, I was framed by my girlfriend and her unrequited lover, losing my job and being silenced! Reborn a week earlier, I've decided to retaliate! On the surface, I'm still the devoted boyfriend, but secretly, I've laid a trap. When the scumbag thought he'd succeeded, he found himself surrounded by the FBI; when the scheming woman thought she'd risen to power, she became a pariah. And I, not only did I successfully avenge myself, but I also built a multi-billion dollar business empire! In this life, I'll make everyone who betrayed me understand—if you mess with Marcus Sterling, you'll pay the price!

Six years of marriage, and I thought that if I tried hard enough, she would see me someday.
Yet she never gave me a hug, never called our son "sweetheart" once, and couldn't even stand him calling her "Mom."
She said I was calculating, that I was shameless.
I laughed. So, in her eyes, my love was a scam from the very beginning.
So, I signed the divorce papers and left town with our son.
I thought it was all over.
But then she said,
"I'm not leaving you."

Five years ago, Leo, the overlord of the abyss who ruled the seven seas, went into hiding and worked as a cook in a dilapidated tavern to save his savior.
When his benefactor was captured by the empire and was about to be executed, the arrogant governor forced him to crawl between his legs in order to see him.
He did as instructed, but was then tricked.
That night, a bone conch shell resounded throughout the seven seas, thousands of ghost warships besieged the city, and the kings of the underworld knelt in unison.
The former "scale-scraping chef" broke through the palace gates, cut through his shackles with a single stroke, and embraced the beauty: "I'll take you home for grilled fish, it's on me."

They thought that by forcing me to my death, they could devour everything.

My father jumped off a building, and I became a destitute young master whom everyone could bully. To pay off debts, I married into the Hawthorne family and became their sharpest knife.

After my father-in-law died suddenly, my wife immediately brought her childhood sweetheart into the house and forced me to divorce him.

My resistance resulted in a murder plotted by 928 × 213.

When I opened my eyes again, Chloe, who had been watching over me for three days and three nights, was beside me.

She said, "I'll take you away."

Three years later, I returned as a mysterious investor. The first thing I did was to buy the family's bankrupt old factory for 1.5 billion.

My ex-wife and I bumped into each other on the street; it was like seeing a ghost.

I smiled and stuck a 30 million yuan check on her forehead: "This is to repay the divorce fee you gave me back then. Keep the change."

The real revenge has only just begun.

A falling rock woke my mind.
Three years of companionship ultimately could not withstand the white moonlight.
Once, twice, three times...
All the way to the thirty-six false proposals that paved the way with hypocritical warmth.
Shattered beneath the stage light rig.
In the excruciating pain of amputation, I saw clearly my lover's cowardice and betrayal.
And the final multimedia message became the straw that broke the camel's back.
The thirty-seventh proposal, I took the initiative.
After lying low in Oceania for five years, I was reborn as a business elite, with a sky of my own.
He deeply regretted it, even risking his life to repay me.
But I was long past the point of no return.

I retired for three years, restraining my edge, thinking compromise could bring peace.

But what I got in return was my sister's abduction, my family's estate seized, and my benefactor hanged from the city gates!

Even the Council turned a blind eye, mocking me as bottom-tier trash without even a shred of magic.

Since mortal reasoning won't work, then I'll shatter the rules of this world myself!