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Kissed by the Wolf's Curse
They tell of no benefit resulting from roaming the woods after dark. They tell of mountains that hold a monster with silver eyes and an accursed heart colder than winter itself. And Lyra had never been one to believe in fairy tales-not until the evening she found him bleeding in the snowfall, his hot and heavy breath against the cold. A wolf, enormous and shaking, fell at her feet as if fate had sent him. She ought to have run. She ought to have left him there to perish. But she did not. She touched him. And that was it. The monster became a man in her touch. Scarred. Handsome. Pitiful. His voice, like thunder low. His eyes, like moonlight trapped in ice. And on his body, a mark that shone like magic and memory. "I am cursed," he told her. "To love me is to lose everything." But it was too late. For in the firelight of her little cottage, candle flame that danced and shadows that provided secrets, her heart began to unravel. And somewhere in the stillness and snowflakes... she began to wonder if the worst peril was not the curse, but to love the one it bound.
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THE WOLF KING'S BRIDE
They said the prophecy was an ancient myth-whispered, tucked between the covers of bedtime tales, always ending in blood. But Aria was always drawn to the forbidden, to the whisper of trees after sunset, to the wolf-song that lulled her to sleep. Born under a dwindling moon, with a silver crescent stamped barely above her heart, she was not the same from the start. The village midwife had gone pale when she'd caught sight of the mark. Her mother had held her tighter, whispering prayers. The old stories warned that a girl like her would call the Wolf King back. No one ever said what he would do once he came back. Now, she knew. On the night of the Blood Moon, he came out of the forest, tall and unyielding, his eyes burning embers and his voice a wisp of smoke that curled around her. He didn't speak at first-he only looked at her, as if she was the last piece in a puzzle, he'd been trying for centuries to finish. "Waited lifetimes for you," he whispered, his hand cradling her cheek, rough and warm. His touch shouldn't have shivered down her spine-but it did. She should have screamed. Should have run. Yet her body leaned into his, as if it recalled something her mind had forgotten long ago. "You're mine, little moon," he whispered against her flesh. "Not because the prophecy requires it. but because I've burned for you in every single life I've ever had." Her heart was racing in her chest, caught between fear and desire. She was no warrior. No princess. Just a girl with too many questions and not enough sense to say no to the crazy fire in his eyes. And yet, when he pulled her into his arms and carried her into the forest, when the pack closed around them and the stars wheeled overhead, Aria didn't fight. She held on tight. For deep in her heart, something wild stirred. Something that wanted to love him. Or kill him. The Wolf King had claimed her as his. But Aria was no one's prey.
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THREADS OF THE DAMNED
Some love stories never end. Some curses never die. As Emily Gray enters the tiny, abandoned town of Durnham Hollow to research the estate she's inherited from a distant, deceased relative she's never met, she has no idea she's entering a life she's already lived. centuries ago. Within the crumbling walls of Blackwood Estate is a cursed wedding dress, a stubborn mirror that will not share the moment, and a veil that breathes out forgotten vows. While Emily works to uncover the mystery of a dead bride, Isabella Blackwood, she finds herself receiving visions, memories. and someone else's feelings. For Emily is more than a guest to this haunted house-she is Isabella, reincarnate. And he-the unloosening groom-has waited. Tied by a blood oath and a love that overcame death, the ghost of the groom has waited for centuries, observing, waiting for the soul of his beloved to return so their incomplete wedding can at last be completed... even if it means pulling Emily into death to make it so. Now Emily is forced to confront a terror worse than her worst nightmares: to escape is to lose a part of herself, but to surrender is to seal her fate for eternity. To shatter the curse, she will need to uncover what actually occurred on that fateful wedding night... and confront the ghost of a love that will not die. Will she cut the threads of the cursed-or be woven into them once more?