TamI'll provide Hallie Wynter thirty days.Thirty days of living with me some time recently I'll wed her.Thirty days for her to tell me no, so I can shoot her running back to my family's greatest match – her father.She might act intense, but I do n't misdoubt my capability to break her.She's so guiltless. So naive.The young lady will be requesting to go domestic by the time I'm done with her. HallieTam Cornell is as well ancient for me; as well difficult, as well cold, as well everything.It was noway assumed to be him.I know he's pushing me, attempting to shoot me back to a father who's fair as merciless as he is.He considers he can stun me with his unprintable words and rough touch, but nothing he can uncover me to will make me take off. My father has continuously guided me family is everything.And in thirty days Tam Cornell will come my family, as well, whether he likes it or not. Find the heart- dashing world of the Mafia Delegated. Leo Cornell is a reasonable- haired demon with an ice-blue aspect that cuts right through me.Thinking he'll get his retribution on my father, he's stolen me from one imprisonment and landed me straight in another. But he's not the as it were controller around. I'll turn his outrage to work for my possess devices.He considers he'll destroy me, but he's guarding me from somebody worse.He fair does n't know it yet.I trapped Kaja from her bed in the center of night like a creature in a puck- tale.My arrange to corrupt her will make her dangerous father feel my pain.But as I get to know her, she stirs product interior me I allowed was long dead.I know it's off-base, but her slim body and sleek dull hair interest me.I call her my Raven Will I set her free some time recently I devastate her?
"What's more important than family, Hallie?"
I shook my head. "Nothing. Nothing is more important than family. Family is everything."
I knew my lines well. I'd been saying them since I'd been able to talk.
Marlon Wynter, my father and head of the Wynter Syndicate, put both hands on my shoulders. He pulled me towards him and placed a kiss to my
brow. I wished the kiss contained some warmth, some tenderness, but it was cool and perfunctory.
"Good girl. I knew you wouldn't let us down. This alliance with the Cornell Firm is necessary. You understand that, don't you? And Harvey is a good man, for a Cornell, anyway. I wouldn't be considering this otherwise."
"Yes, Dad. I know all of that."
He let out a sigh, and I suddenly saw the years in my father's face. He was only in his mid-fifties, but these past few years had been hard on him. Turf wars over who controlled which parts of the city had grown rife, and with three families all fighting over various boroughs of London, they'd been even harder. We had some of the police in our pockets, but so did the other families. It had become a case of whoever could pay more were the
ones who bought their loyalty, and there was always the chance that loyalty would change. Who did we trust?
"Of course you do. It's just hard for me, trying to make the right choices for you on my own. I wish your mother was still around. She should have been here, today of all days."
Yes, my mother would have loved to have seen me in my wedding dress. I imagined her standing behind me, rearranging my hair and placing my veil on my head. But it wasn't to be. She'd died thirteen years ago, when I was eight, and I still missed her every day.
"Is Jayden coming?" I asked.
I wanted my younger brother in the church with me. If anything had happened to Dad, he would have been the one to give me away. I'd kind of
hoped he'd have swung by this morning, if only to wish me luck, but I hadn't seen him. If he didn't turn up at the church, I'd kill him.
"Yes, he's at the church already, making sure everything runs smoothly on our side."
My shoulders slumped with relief. "Good. I was worried he'd been out partying all night and was still sleeping off a hangover."
"I can't promise that he doesn't have a hangover, but he's definitely not sleeping."
I smoothed down the front of the designer wedding dress and sucked in a breath to quell my nerves. I shouldn't be nervous. I was about to marry
one of the sons of a powerful family, tying our two families together. It was no hardship. Harvey and I had spent time together over the past couple of months, and we got along well enough. In time, I thought I could come to
love him.
I'd gone for a cream dress instead of the traditional white, and lace
sleeves encased my arms. A beaded bodice sheathed my torso, and layers of silk and more lace fell to the floor. A pair of cream Jimmy Choo sandals cradled my feet, and my curly red hair was piled up on top of my head,
tendrils carefully teased loose, and fresh flowers woven within the tresses.
I felt beautiful, and I hoped Harvey would think the same when he saw me. I pictured him becoming overwhelmed with emotion and maybe even shedding a tear, but then I pushed that image from my head. That was never going to happen. Harvey wasn't marrying me because of any feelings he might have for me. This was happening out of loyalty to our respective families, nothing else.
I didn't want to feel that dip of disappointment in my stomach, but I did.
I would have liked to fall into the arms of my husband, to have him say he couldn't live without me, for our nights to be filled with passion, instead of this being an arrangement.
Passion would come later. There was plenty of time for that. My best friend, Layla, burst into the room.
"Oh my God, Hallie. You're beautiful."
She gave me a hug, and tears welled in my eyes. "Thanks, Lay." "You can't cry," she admonished me. "You'll ruin your makeup."
I flapped my hand in front of my face, hoping to keep my mascara in place. "I won't. I'm okay. You look gorgeous, too."
I hadn't wanted to be one of those brides who put their friend in some hideous dress to make themselves feel prettier. Layla was my only
bridesmaid and technically my maid of honour as well, so I'd let her choose whatever dress she wanted. She'd gone for an A-line blush-pink strappy number, and it showed off her curves and olive skin to perfection. Her dark hair fell in waves across one shoulder, and small diamonds glinted on her earlobes.
My dad's gaze darted between us. "I'll give you girls a moment," he said, before exiting the room.
I got the impression he was relieved to get out of here.
Layla dropped onto the edge of my bed. "Are you excited? I can't believe you're going to be a married woman in a few hours."
"I know. It's crazy, isn't it. I feel like we were only in school a few months ago."
"Me, too. I would say I envy you, but I hope I don't get married until I'm at least thirty. I need to sow my wild oats first." She gave me a wink and stuck out her tongue.
I raised both eyebrows. "Well, this isn't exactly something I had planned, Lay."
"Shit, yeah, I forgot. Sorry."
I exhaled a breath and smoothed my dress down again. "Forget about it.
This is a new start for me."
"Marrying the enemy." She dropped her voice so she wouldn't be overheard. "You know you don't have to do this, don't you? You can always say no to your dad."
"Say no to my dad? Are you serious?"
"You're his daughter. He should care about your happiness."
A knot tightened in my stomach. "He cares about me staying alive. Our two families joining means we'll be taking over two thirds of London.
We're stronger together than we are apart. We can stop any other families from reigning over the city."
She cocked her head. "The Gilligans, you mean."
We both knew it was one particular family that posed our biggest threat. "Yeah, them."
Layla let out a sigh and took my hand. "It's just so crap that you can't do what you want."
I squeezed her fingers. "I'm happy, Layla. I promise. Try to be happy for me, too, yeah?"
She plastered a smile on her face and jumped to her feet. "You're right.
I'm being a total twat. Now, where's that champagne. Don't tell me your dad is letting his daughter get married to someone she barely knows without getting totally shitfaced on champers first."
My husband is the love of my life-gorgeous, powerful, and full of secrets. We had one perfect year of marriage before everything fell apart. Now, he reeks of cheap perfume and beautiful lies. But giving up on us, after all we've been through, is unthinkable. So, when I hear about a mechanic who fixes broken relationships, I waste no time tracking him down. The only issue? Doc doesn't meet with wives. But I'm desperate, and I'm willing to break the rules. I need to convince him to make an exception, or I might lose my husband forever. Will Doc take me on before my husband destroys our marriage completely? And even if he does, will his methods work on a relationship this damaged? I still believe in love, even though it's torn me apart. My husband is the love of my life, but I'm not sure he'll ever change. Can Doc repair a marriage this broken?
Imogen is a lady on the brink. Due to her mother's therapeutic condition, she's been constrained to live out of her car, in her workplace's car carport, no less. She can scarcely make closes meet, and her as it were center is how to survive fair one more day. Tobias and Theo are her bosses, and it doesn't take them long to find her mystery, but unbeknownst to her, they have a mystery of their possess, one that may alter everything.She's their mate, and they'll do anything they have to in arrange to keep her for themselves, indeed if that implies breaking her to begin with. Imogen knows she will never be free of them, and being human against a Lycan and vampire, she might as well donate up; As it were presently, she was not as it were battling to elude her mates who captured her but battling for her humankind. Constrained into a world she never knew existed, one thing gets to be clear. No people permitted! Imogen before long finds the most secure put for her may really be with her mates, but at what taken a toll? Will Imogen truly fair let them take anything they need, or will she battle back?
I was never meant to be discovered. After my father's death, my mother severed ties with the Jacksonville Pack and retreated into the swamps to hide a secret-me. Raised in this dangerous, isolated wilderness filled with ogres, panthers, and bog hags, I've never had contact with anyone except my mother. That is, until the Alpha of the Jacksonville Pack shows up, claiming that we share the rare and fated bond of True Mates. Unfortunately, my awkwardness and lack of social experience make me an unsuitable match, and he quickly breaks our bond, sending me back to the swamps. Just when I've given up hope, a mysterious man rescues me and brings me to his home, where I meet his two rough, biker brothers. Cast out from the pack for defying its Alpha, these triplets are also lone wolves. Unlike others, they don't mock me for my lack of social skills-they take care of me, heal my wounds, and show me the world I've been kept from. But dark forces are closing in, and they're determined to claim my life just as they did my father's. Can these three protectors save me from the same fate? "True Mate Rejected " is the first book in a trilogy of steamy, near-future paranormal romances featuring an innocent, sheltered heroine and her multiple, tough, protective mates who share her love. There's no choosing between them. The book contains mature scenes for readers over 18, with mild kink and an age gap. All intimate moments are consensual.
My name is Scarlet Jones, and I'm a witch... sort of. At least, that's what I've come to believe. Growing up, everyone saw me as the spoiled brat nobody wanted around. Sure, I broke things on purpose, stole a few items, and maybe set half my school ablaze, but can you blame me? They were too hard on me! In a family of powerful Blood witches, my peculiar magic always felt out of place. I thought I was the only one like me-an undeniable freak of nature-and I relished the uniqueness. I lived independently, hunting mindless creatures that drained my magic whenever they got the chance. I even threw a party for them, hoping to teach them some manners. But my plans unraveled when four strangers crashed the party-people who were just like me. Suddenly, I didn't feel so special anymore. With four unconscious bodies at my feet and no clue about what had just happened, I figured things couldn't get worse. I was dead wrong. Now, my journey is just beginning, and it looks like it's going to be anything but smooth.
Everyone was shocked to the bones when the news of Rupert Benton's engagement broke out. It was surprising because the lucky girl was said to be a plain Jane, who grew up in the countryside and had nothing to her name. One evening, she showed up at a banquet, stunning everyone present. "Wow, she's so beautiful!" All the men drooled, and the women got so jealous. What they didn't know was that this so-called country girl was actually an heiress to a billion-dollar empire. It wasn't long before her secrets came to light one after the other. The elites couldn't stop talking about her. "Holy smokes! So, her father is the richest man in the world?" "She's also that excellent, but mysterious designer who many people adore! Who would have guessed?" Nonetheless, people thought that Rupert didn't love her. But they were in for another surprise. Rupert released a statement, silencing all the naysayers. "I'm very much in love with my beautiful fiancee. We will be getting married soon." Two questions were on everyone's minds: "Why did she hide her identity? And why was Rupert in love with her all of a sudden?"
Rosalynn's marriage to Brian wasn't what she envisioned it to be. Her husband, Brian, barely came home. He avoided her like a plague. Worse still, he was always in the news for dating numerous celebrities. Rosalynn persevered until she couldn't take it anymore. She upped and left after filing for a divorce. Everything changed days later. Brian took interest in a designer that worked for his company anonymously. From her profile, he could tell that she was brilliant and dazzling. He pulled the stops to find out her true identity. Little did he know that he was going to receive the greatest shocker of his life. Brian bit his finger with regret when he recalled his past actions and the woman he foolishly let go.
RATED 18+ (WARNING) - EXPLICIT SCENES. "Strip for me" the beastly alpha called, his voice echoed from his dark cell, causing a shiver to go down her body. She couldn't fight the way her body reacts to him. Her nipples harden from his touch. "I can smell your wetness omega" he mutters, his hands tracing under her skirt till he feels up her wet jeweled folds, causing a hiss from her lips as his fingers push in. He whispers to he ears, a voice filled the dangerous promise "you are mine" .******. Elise Aldermen is the daughter of the Silvernight Pack's chief alpha. She has waited her whole life for her marriage ceremony, hoping it would be the best day of her life. However, she gets the shock of a lifetime when her betrothed coldly rejects her and makes her a slave after finding out her true origins, even though they were already bound. Not Not only is she claimed to be a bastard on her mating day, but she is also disowned and rejected by her pack and mate. Elise's life turns into a nightmare as she is thrown into the dungeons as the cruel alpha's slave, only to be handed off to his greatest beastly champion, who dwells in the dark cells. Elise soon discovers that the beast she is now forced to be marked and bound to is more than a monster; this beastly alpha could also be her fated mate.
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Compelled by her dad's dilemma and the looming fate of their business, Irene agreed to become Braydon's lover. To outsiders, Braydon seemed invulnerable, yet only Irene was privy to the tempestuous passions he unleashed behind closed doors. Gradually, Irene found herself tangled in the intricate emotional snare Braydon had woven, her heart craving more, only to be shattered by the revelation of his engagement. Devastated, she left and soon encountered Braydon's archrival. It was then that the formidable Braydon confronted the esteemed surgeon Dr. Mitchell, all in a fierce struggle over Irene.
Jennifer Bennett, the rightful heiress to the Bennett legacy, fought hard for her family's recognition, only to be eclipsed by an impostor. Faced with false accusations, bullying, and public humiliation, Jennifer eventually gave up trying to win their approval. Vowing to rise above the injustice, she became the bane of those who wronged her. The Bennett family's efforts to break her only fueled her success, leading her to heights her rivals could only dream of. Someone asked, "Do you feel let down by your parents?" With a calm smile, Jennifer said, "It doesn't matter. In the end, power prevails."