Yeah, no question now. My bastard boyfriend dragged me out here for a vacation, and while I'm out grabbing beer, he's banging some chick on our bed. I can hear everything—rhythmic skin slapping against skin, her over-the-top moans that sound more like a dying animal than passion, and—oh, fuck me—the worst part? The grating sound of what's gotta be her teeth scraping against peni... well, you know. Lorenzo's voice drips with lust, "Ever since I hit you up on that app last month, Lily, I've been hooked. Those bra pics you sent? They set me on fire. You're always teasing, never showing the whole thing. I can't even see your nipples..." My heart sinks straight to the fucking floor. That app. The one I saw pop up on his phone last month. The one he swore was just "an old account" he forgot to delete. Bullshit. My brain reels. 'So this is why Lorenzo picked this miserable town for a getaway,' I think, a sick realization dawning. His skanky online hookup with probable STDs lives here. 'Never thought talking shit about me could be foreplay for a couple.' I raise my fist and slam it against the door, hard enough that splinters of damp wood scatter onto the ratty carpet. "Honey, I'm home!" I call out.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
In her previous life, she loved the wrong people, betrayed by a deceitful man and her so-called best friend. Everyone who cared for her died because of her. Reborn, she vows to take revenge on those who ruined her—and to make amends to the man she once feared and avoided. But when she wakes in the hospital, the first thing she hears is him coldly asking for a divorce. Wait… this isn’t how it happened before. Divorce? She will never agree. Given a second chance at life, she is determined to rewrite her tragic fate. This time, she will change her fate.
They say Alpha King Maximus is a monster — too big, too brutal, too cursed. His bed is a death sentence, and no woman has ever left it alive. So why did he choose me? The fat, unwanted omega. The one my own pack offered up like trash. One night with the merciless King was supposed to end me. Instead, it ruined me. Now I crave the man who takes without mercy. His touch burns. His voice commands. His body destroys. And I keep going back for more. But Maximus doesn’t do love. He doesn’t do mates. He takes. He owns. And he never stays. Too bad for him…I’m not the weak, pathetic girl they threw away. I’m something far more dangerous —the one woman who can break his curse… or break his kingdom.
She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith—the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room—Manhattan's most exclusive masked club—she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."
"I stood at the edge of my heart and watched him choose her. In the end, I was not the one he needed. I was simply the one he settled for." - Noelle ~~~~~~~ I thought I was the one he loved. But a few days before our wedding, I saw him in a way I never had before. His eyes softened as he spoke to her. His first love, and the very woman who had left him in pieces. Heartbreak was something I knew too well. And as I watched the love he still held for her in his eyes, I realized what I had to do. I couldn't marry a man who wasn't truly mine. With no means to cancel the wedding and lacking the courage to confront him, I made a desperate choice to leave. I painfully gave his first love my treasured engagement ring thinking it was for the best and the only way to free myself. But when he saw that ring on her finger, the fragile world I had tried to escape began to shatter. His obsession to find me and bring me back ignited a dangerous game of cat and mouse.
