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Bradley Jackson vs. Jean Broody Dr. Jean Broody is a hot-headed, happy-go-lucky type of person whose world is filled with sex and merriment. He believes that people should not allow society to dictate how they must live their lives because life is too short. With a successful career, the love of his family, money, and an endless supply of willing ladies at his beck and call, he thinks he has it all. Till Bradley sweeps into his life like a storm and brings with him an unexpected awakening that brings Jean to his knees. Lt. Bradley Jackson is an honest-to-goodness bad-ass and intense person who doesn’t care much for fun. A survivor of a dark and rough childhood, he is a strong advocate of discipline. When he’s forced to live with Jean, the most laid-back person he’s ever met, he’s pushed to explore his deepest desires. He recognizes something in Jean that calls to him. Something that he needs…something he can't resist. When these two completely different personalities find themselves together, things take a dangerous, intense and exciting turn that shocks both of them. How will Jean cope when he finds himself in uncharted territory that threatens to change who he is? Can Bradley survive the desperate, soul-deep desire within, in the face of the hovering danger that could destroy both of them?

Damon Reid vs. Tristan Thomas Damon Reid was rich, handsome, and could get any man or woman he wanted. So why this sexy brat? The pull was so strong he just had to have him. Triston Thomas had never disliked and hated a person more than he did Damon. Until lust and uncontrollable passion reared their heads. He didn’t stand a chance. Theirs was an explosive encounter!

Stanley ‘STAN’ Norris vs. Ian ‘WILL’ Williams He liked him; it was as simple as that! Lt. Ian Williams is a young, carefree Navy Seal whose main passion in life is his job. On an official trip to Africa, he is completely blindsided by his attraction to a ridiculously hot, fun-loving, blunt, and uninhibited man. An attraction that spirals into an all-consuming sexual storm that shocks him to the core. And after a scorching night of sex, Will realizes that he can't resist this man’s animalistic charm. What he doesn’t envisage is the dangerous world of preternatural pizzazz mixed with tumultuous passion that he finds himself in. Surely Luna had better things to do than to play such a cruel joke on him… Stanley Norris is a sexy-as-hell, rich, untameable, and unpredictable werewolf who is very content with his life. At least until a certain cheeky Navy Seal ambles into the jungle where he is busy training military recruits and flips his life on its side. The roguish hunk of a soldier is definitely not his…type. But from the deep, soul-scorching hunger that ignites within him the very instant he smells him, Stan instantly knows what the young man is to him. And it isn’t long before he knows he has met his match. The worlds of these two men collide in an explosion of fireworks so strong neither man can deny. Can Stan surrender to the uncharted territory he finds himself in and convince Will he belongs with him? And can Will handle the complicated emotions and the big secret that lurks within Stan’s ocean-blue eyes? Can both men let down their defences and allow their hearts to experience the firestorm of sensuality and desire that only burns brighter and hotter with each passing day? Buckle up for a blend of romance so sensual it will make the devil blush, steamy smut hot enough to rival the sun, and oodles of wicked sense of humour!

Chris Donovan vs. Shane Lewis Chris Donovan has never known peace since that fateful night. He’d done something very bad. And he never dreamt he would ever come face to face with the person he’d wronged…the one person whose name made him shake with regret, pain, sadness and desire…the one person who could make his world stop, with a mere glance. Shane Lewis had everything that money could buy. He was a billionaire. Shane had looks, power, and money. His name put the fear of God into people. So what could render a hunk like Shane speechless, make him quiver in fear, and even make him wish for death? Each man had to learn the hard way that once you give your heart away, you don’t so easily get it back. And no matter how much they pretend, they could never forget the taste of their first kiss. Theirs was an unbreakable bond!

Oliver Bennett vs. Adrian Graham Oliver was a computer geek, a genius and a workaholic who didn’t have time for anything but his work…till he laid eyes on the super sexy doctor, Adrian Graham. Oliver knew just one thing for sure… He had to have him! Adrian was married and very straight. He had his own demons but sailed through life as though all was well. Then he met the adorable Oliver Bennett… He didn’t know what hit him! They knew that what he felt for the other was wrong. But they couldn’t get enough of each other. Theirs was an unquenchable lust!

Dean Broody vs. Kayla Cooper Dean Broody was rich, handsome, charming, fun-loving and a ladies’ man. As the last of seven sons by a wealthy couple, Dean had sailed through life getting everything and any woman he wanted. Women didn’t usually say NO to him. Till he fell for one of his friends… Kayla Cooper was a very feisty, smart, no-nonsense young lady who was studying to become a lawyer. Though she had always had the hots for Dean, she had suppressed her attraction because she saw Dean as a male slut who would never commit to a relationship. They were friends…till that fateful day… Everything changed!

Philip Harrington vs. Troy Travis Stanton Troy Stanton has felt alone all his life although he lives in a large community of powerful warlocks. He has always known that he doesn’t belong but he has nothing against the people he lives with. As far as he is concerned, they are his family. When a pack of wolves invade his homestead and kill everyone he knows, Troy flees for his life. But he never forgets the face of the sinfully sexy human leader of the wolves. And when by a cruel twist of fate they meet again, Troy makes it his mission to make his life a living hell… The alpha must pay! Philip Harrington is the alpha of Stanwood Pack, one of the largest and most powerful packs in the world. He gets the shock of his life when he realizes that not only has Luna decided to give him a gorgeous young male as a mate, but it was very likely that he would never see his mate again after that first glimpse. By a twist of fate, however, they meet again. But Philip is faced with the greatest challenge of his life when he gets to know that not only is his mate as stubborn as a mule, he also hates him with a passion… Although very reasonable and gentle by nature, the alpha just can’t deal! When these two are hit with a roller-coaster of emotions, both in and out of the bedroom, they both realize that denying their hearts is no walk in the park. Not even the knowledge of powerful evil forces lurking in the shadows could repress their sweet and sensuous awakening.

Jeremy Stanton vs. Ryan Hicks Jeremy Stanton was one of the most feared alphas of all time and alpha to one of the largest and most powerful packs in the world. Everyone who knew the alpha knew that he didn’t care for same-sex relationships. He thought it was a waste of time and seed. Whilst getting ready for his pack’s monthly run one evening, Alpha Jeremy had the rudest shock of his life. He didn’t just see red, his eyes turned bloody red! Ryan Hicks was a Professor of Zoology, who loved his job. He always kept to himself and made it a point to stay out of trouble. Then one evening, he got invited by one of his students into the Stanton Woods to check out a new species of animals. His life was never the same again! When these two totally different individuals are thrown together by fate, all hell literally break loose. Can they survive a life filled with anger, mistrust, hatred, and irrepressible attraction? Theirs was a feral attraction in the midst of hatred!

I was the President's Old Lady - and the only reason his MC was still breathing. For three years, I ran every legal business the Serpents of Redemption owned. While Craig chased road glory across state lines, I turned a failing auto shop and a tattoo parlor into the money that kept the brothers fed, the bikes fueled, and the clubhouse lights on. Then he rode home from a two-month run with a sweetbutt on the back of his Harley - and her son. Ginger, he said, had saved his life on the road. So he put her in the main residence, in the room directly across from our bed. He handed her my ledgers and called it repayment. When her son dumped a cup of scalding coffee over my hand, Craig never checked my burns. He scooped up the boy and blamed me. His grandmother - the club's Matriarch - stood before every patched brother and accused me of hurting "family." That night, Craig told me Ginger held a place in his heart I could never reach. A debt of blood he'd honor above me. Three years. My family's fortune. My scarred hand. All of it - worthless next to his roadside savior. So I did the one thing a President never expects his Old Lady to do. I gave back his patch. Now they can keep their empty ledgers. They can play happy family in a clubhouse I built. And when this motorcycle club burns - I'll be the one holding the match.

After six years away, I returned to my hometown with a single suitcase and a picture of my fiancé tangled up with my stepsister. I thought it was just a simple, disgusting betrayal, but when I planted a bug in their private suite to get a confession, I heard a truth that froze my blood. My fiancé, Leo, laughed about how my own father had already signed over my mother's legacy—The Nightingale Ranch—as collateral to his powerful family. "Once this is all done, Claire will have nothing. And the woman you marry will be me," my stepsister Jenna cheered. Leo cooed back, calling me a stray dog he'd kick to the curb once he was bored, a worthless woman who couldn't even hold onto her family's land. My family had sold me out, and the man I loved was planning to leave me with absolutely nothing. I didn't cry. The pain burned away into a cold, hard hate. How could my own father conspire with them to destroy the only thing I had left of my mother? I crashed their prestigious charity auction and played their filthy recording over the speakers for the entire town to hear. But when Leo charged at me in a murderous rage, a wall of leather and muscle stepped in front of me. Kade "Chaos" Peterson, the terrifying President of the rival motorcycle club, crushed Leo's wrist and announced to the stunned room, "She's with me now."

Chloe had just given birth to twins, lying exhausted in a cramped, bustling hospital ward. When she called her husband, Julian, he was busy partying with his actress mistress. He coldly hung up on her, having already drafted a brutal divorce agreement that would leave her with a pittance. Strangers in the next bed loudly mocked her pitiful state, gossiping about how Julian was dumping her. For years, Chloe had erased her own identity to fit into his elite world, only to be thrown away like garbage. She was completely alone, clutching her helpless babies, bracing herself to sign the cruel papers just to survive. She couldn't understand why her absolute devotion was met with such chilling indifference. Why did she have to suffer this ultimate humiliation while he celebrated with the woman who ruined her life? But then, a senior doctor noticed a unique mole on her wrist and ran a secret DNA test. The results were staggering: Chloe was the long-lost daughter of the billionaire Beaumont family. With her fiercely protective parents and three powerful brothers suddenly forming an impenetrable fortress around her, Chloe picked up her phone and texted her arrogant husband. "City Hall tomorrow at 10 AM. If you don't show up, my lawyer will handle everything. And trust me, you won't like their terms."

Five years ago, I stood in the freezing rain at my mother's funeral, waiting for my husband. Blake Knight, the billionaire NHL superstar, was two hours late. When he finally showed up, he brought his rumored girlfriend, the woman he had just rented a hotel rooftop for to celebrate her birthday. Watching him defend her fake tears, my heart completely died. I took off my diamond wedding ring, placed it on my mother's headstone, and walked away from my marriage forever. I fled to London, changed my name to Ava, and secretly raised the triplets he never knew existed. I thought I was finally safe from him. But today, my kids vandalized a silver Aston Martin in our apartment's parking garage, and the owner caught my youngest daughter. My phone rang. The voice on the other end was Blake's. He had moved into my building, and he was holding my little girl in his penthouse, demanding her mother come get her immediately. Panic suffocated me. If I walked through that door, my five years of hiding would be instantly destroyed. He would recognize me, realize I didn't get rid of our child like everyone thought, and he would use all his power to take my babies away. I couldn't let him ruin my life again. "I'm just her nanny," I lied through my teeth. I frantically begged my best friend to go upstairs and rescue my daughter in my place. He bought the disguise, but now, the King of the Ice is dangerously obsessed with investigating my new identity.

I woke up married to a stranger. Not just any stranger. Garrick Sinclair-the cold, ruthless captain of the Chicago Mustangs, the man every woman in Chicago dreamed of and every sensible woman stayed away from. I didn't remember marrying him. I didn't even remember sleeping with him. Yet there was a diamond ring on my finger, a marriage certificate beside the bed, and Garrick looking at me like I was nothing more than another gold digger trying to get her hands on his money. He offered me cash to disappear. I wanted nothing from him except the truth. But then his adoptive father died, leaving behind a shocking condition for Garrick's inheritance: He had to be married. Suddenly, the marriage neither of us remembered became the only thing protecting his family's billion-dollar empire. Then my mother was murdered. I came home to find her dead among the roses she loved, only to wake up in a police station as the prime suspect. My home was a crime scene. My mother was gone. And I had nowhere left to turn. Except the husband who had once wanted me gone. Garrick got me out of jail and pulled me into his world. But the closer we became, the stranger everything felt. Whenever he touched me, he remembered things he had forgotten. A locked room. A terrified little boy. A girl in a pink dress. And a promise made in the dark. I thought my marriage to Garrick was the worst mistake of my life. Now I'm starting to wonder if it was the one thing that was never a mistake at all. Because I may not be a stranger to Garrick Sinclair. I may be the missing piece of his darkest memory. And someone has already killed once to make sure we never remember the truth.

I went to my stepsister's birthday party, foolishly hoping for a family truce. Instead, she drugged my drink and had me shoved into a dark hotel suite, where a stranger took my innocence. When I sneaked back home the next morning, battered and humiliated, I overheard my stepsister and stepmother laughing in the hallway. They had orchestrated the whole trap to destroy my reputation so I would be forced to marry a thrice-divorced, abusive butcher. "And don't forget the little extras we've been putting in her food," my stepmother gloated. "She'll never lose the weight. That fat Miss Piggy is meant to be your backdrop." The revelation chilled me to the bone. My years of punishing diets, the brutal exercise, the deep self-hatred—none of it was my fault. It was poison, fed to me daily by the family I trusted. I packed a single bag, took the commemorative coin I had stolen from the stranger's nightstand as a reminder of my lowest point, and vanished into the city. One year later, having lost ninety pounds and transformed into a completely different woman, I agreed to attend the blind date with the butcher they arranged. But because of a flipped brass table number, I sat down in front of the wrong man. It was Julian Sinclair, the billionaire stranger from that dark room, and he looked at me and proposed a contract marriage.

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Ivanna had everything: a stable marriage, a promising career, and the love of the man she had fought for, even against his own family. But when she finally managed to conceive, fate tore her happiness away in the most heart-wrenching way imaginable. Her husband had wanted a child... just not with her. She made the hardest decision of her life: signing a divorce agreement that left her with nothing. She left without looking back, her heart shattered, carrying a silent promise never to return. Until now. Four years have passed, and she's back in Boston, the city where her dreams were once shattered-with a new life, newfound strength... and a secret that will change everything. She is no longer the same woman who left in silence. And her ex-husband isn't prepared to uncover what she's been hiding. What will happen when the ex-wife returns with the one secret that might ruin him... or redeem him?

I was once the heiress to the Solomon empire, but after it crumbled, I became the "charity case" ward of the wealthy Hyde family. For years, I lived in their shadows, clinging to the promise that Anson Hyde would always be my protector. That promise shattered when Anson walked into the ballroom with Claudine Chapman on his arm. Claudine was the girl who had spent years making my life a living hell, and now Anson was announcing their engagement to the world. The humiliation was instant. Guests sneered at my cheap dress, and a waiter intentionally sloshed champagne over me, knowing I was a nobody. Anson didn't even look my way; he was too busy whispering possessively to his new fiancée. I was a ghost in my own home, watching my protector celebrate with my tormentor. The betrayal burned. I realized I wasn't a ward; I was a pawn Anson had kept on a shelf until he found a better trade. I had no money, no allies, and a legal trust fund that Anson controlled with a flick of his wrist. Fleeing to the library, I stumbled into Dallas Koch-a titan of industry and my best friend's father. He was a wall of cold, absolute power that even the Hydes feared. "Marry me," I blurted out, desperate to find a shield Anson couldn't climb. Dallas didn't laugh. He pulled out a marriage agreement and a heavy fountain pen. "Sign," he commanded, his voice a low rumble. "But if you walk out that door with me, you never go back." I signed my name, trading my life for the only man dangerous enough to keep me safe.

I was in the hospital, enduring the agonizing pain of labor, while my husband, a famous hockey captain, refused to show up. When I called him for the twelfth time, begging for him, he lost his patience. "Giving birth is a woman's job, don't bother me with this stuff." Then, I heard my stepsister's sweet voice offering him a drink, and he immediately softened before hanging up on me. I gave birth to twins all by myself. The nurses treated me with cold indifference, and the family in the next bed loudly mocked me as a pathetic "Puck Bunny" who was just an adopted orphan about to be dumped. They were right. A month ago, my husband had thrown divorce papers at me, demanding I make way because my stepsister was pregnant with his child. I thought my life was a joke. I was just a discarded prop he married to satisfy his grandfather, a fake daughter my adoptive parents only used to elevate my stepsister. I was completely alone, ready to sign the papers just to protect my two babies. But then, the head of the hospital rushed in, transferred me to the top-floor VIP suite, and handed me a DNA test. It turned out I wasn't an unwanted orphan, but the long-lost daughter of the ultra-wealthy Sinclair family who had been searching for me for twenty years. Looking at my billionaire parents and three powerful brothers who just flew in on their private jets to protect me, I picked up my phone to call my arrogant husband. This time, I was going to make him leave with nothing.