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?
The sun is scarcely breaking through the windshield of my beat-up Honda Civic as I sleepily wake up. My body throbs as I extend, trying to get into a comfortable position. I have been living in my car for about three months, and my body is challenging my living predicament.
Sitting up, I shield my eyes with my hand from the brutal sun and pull my cover around myself, attempting to warm my solidifying cold skin. An purge vodka bottle rolls off the situate and onto the traveler side floorboard. Presently, I know what you likely think - I'm an alcoholic. I'm not, nor do I ever, drink and drive.
The to begin with night I had to rest in my car, it was short three degrees. I was in threat of solidifying. Fortunately for me, my mother's drinks had made a difference spare the day. My trunk was half full of spirits. I wasn't lying when I said she enjoyed a drink.
I was going to arrange of it but was happy I hadn't that Reaching for the start, I turn my car on; my phone immediately lights up and charges through the lighter attachment whereas my motor snarls in complaint. It is 7 AM. Getting up, I incline over into the back and snatch my furnish for the day that is hanging from the roof by the back door.
Sliding my situate all the way back, I shimmy my track pants off and snatch a new set of undies. Pulling them up my legs, at that point putting my dark slacks on and buttoning them up. Looking around to make beyond any doubt no one is inside eyeshot, I get my bra and duck down behind the directing wheel. I do not need to deliver Tom a heart assault. After tearing my shirt off, I put my white button-up shirt on.
I've fair wrapped up slipping my heels on when I take note Tom strolling up the garage to the best level of the stopping carport. I hurl my resting pants on the bottles to stow away them and grin at him. Swinging my entryway open.
"Hey, Tom," I welcome, waving at him rapidly, at that point reach in and get my satchel from the traveler situate. Tom strolls over, holding two paper glasses. My favorite portion of the morning, it has gotten to be our morning custom. Each morning Tom strolls all the way to the best level of the stopping carport, brings me a coffee, and we both walk back down to the passage together.
"Hi, adore. How was your night?" Tom inquires, concern apparent in his voice.
"It was fine, a bit chilly, but nothing I'm not utilized to by presently," I tell him, getting the styrofoam glass from his hand. Wrapping my fingers around the cup, I let the warm warm my palms, nearly reluctant to drink the refreshment and lose my source of warmth. It is senseless; I'd be bounty warm interior the office.
"You know you can continuously stay...."
Shaking my head, I cut him off some time recently he can continue.
"Tom, I know, but truly, I'm fine. This is as it were brief." I provide him the same grin he gets each time he proposes I come to remain with him. The veil that everything is affirm in my world and this is fair a minor bump in the street. This little lie slips over me easily like a well-practiced practice. I rehash it day by day to him; I some of the time ponder if I'm tolerating this as my unused normal.
He shakes his head. Each morning for the final few months, he's listened the same pardon. He knows there is no utilize contending with me. I'm as well persistent and am not one for tolerating offer assistance, indeed if it would offer assistance avoid frostbite.
Tom proceeds to the entryway some time recently punching in the security code to let us into the building.
He's advertised for me to remain with him and his spouse more than a dozen times by presently. But I do not need to interfere; it isn't so terrible here. It is a parcel more secure than the stop I was at first stopped at. I shiver at those cloudy recollections of what seem have happened to me. No, being at the beat of a stopping carport, secure in my car, is distant better.
Tom lets me in early each morning. I more often than not go straight upstairs to my work area, which is helpfully straightforwardly in front of the discuss conditioner.
Catching the lift to the beat floor, I step into the hall and walk to my work area, my heels clicking on the marble floors. Snatching the AC inaccessible, I turn the radiator up full impact and stand specifically beneath it, warming myself up whereas I taste my coffee.
Once warmed up, I sit at my work area, begin my portable workstation, and see over the day's plan and any notes I have cleared out for myself. I have been working at Kane and Incense businesses for around twelve months. I'm the secretary for Theo Infuriate and Tobias Kane. They claim the tech company, and I am around 98 percent beyond any doubt they are a couple.
Not that I have seen them authoritatively together or anything at any of the company parties, or indeed shared a look with each other exterior these entryways. They have isolated workplaces, but they have this way of communicating. They continuously appear so in adjust with each other, and I have caught them gazing abnormally at each other. I have moreover strolled in on Theo kissing and sucking on Tobias's neck. So that is a beautiful enormous marker that they are a small more than commerce partners.
I must concede it was hot, and it kind of turned me on, until Tobias taken note me gaping which made Theo solidify, and at that point it got unbalanced and tense truly quick. I ran from the room. They never specified it, so I expected I was let off the snare. I've since included that memory to the "it never happened" record of my brain.appalling night -her bestie, vodka, favored by her similarly cruel companion, tequila. I've never been much of a consumer; observing her was sufficient to discourage me from taking that way. But on that solidifying night, I chosen, why not? I snatched a bottle, trusting to offer assistance myself rest and disregard that I was presently destitute and living in my car. My life was as of now at a beautiful crappy junction, so what would one more bad habit hurt?
That night I learned that liquor seem get you through the bitterest snowy evenings. You do not feel the sting of the discuss when you're inebriated. In truth, you feel small of anything. My liquor resilience has ended up or maybe noteworthy. I do not drink myself to insensibility, but on evenings like the to begin with night I went through in this cramped car, I thumped a few back to offer assistance chase absent the cold like final night.
Exhaling, I observe the sun gradually rise over the skyline, bringing its warm beams to chase the chills absent, the warm sifting through the windshield. There is one furthermore side to living in your car. I am continuously on time for work; it makes a difference that I live in the working environment stopping carport, making me never late. No one knows that small mystery but the janitor, Tom. A sixty- year-old man, thinning up top on beat, with kind eyes, a cuddly figure, and a grandfatherly nature.
He bumbled upon me resting in my car one night. I told him it was as it were brief, so he kept my mystery. My bosses fair think I am an energetic and excited specialist. I'm continuously the to begin with to work other than Tom, who opens the stopping carport and the building, and I am continuously the final to take off. I'm not almost to redress them. They can expect anything they need. I require this job.
It's a disgrace they are both cheerful. They are the most sultry cheerful couple I've ever seen. Or anything their energetic is.
Tobias is the more forcing one. His strongly look sends shudders down my spine and chilling vibes that match my car; indeed some time recently I'd strolled in on him. If he weren't cheerful, I'd think I am prey with the way he gazes. Some of the time, when he talks to me, he gets this faraway expression, like he is looking straight through me instep of at me. It isn't the as it were unbalanced experience I've had with Tobias; I swear I listened him snarl once. Individuals do not snarl, not like predators do. I put it down to the 18-hour move I'd worked that day.
Tobias Kane is tall, dark-haired, strong, has a 5 o'clock shadow, has a solid jaw, and is talented with sharp, penetrating blue eyes.
Theo Infuriate, on the other hand, has milder highlights. He is fair as tall as Tobias but has a exceptionally casual, laid-back state of mind and cushy brown hair that is brief on the sides and a small longer on the beat. He has green eyes that shimmer when he talks to me and tall cheekbones. Both are breathtakingly nice looking. Indeed after all the time working there, I still get staggered by their heavenly appearances.
I'm dumbfounded that I haven't been let go. I have been caught way as well numerous times wandering off in fantasy land, gazing off into space, and having exceptionally unseemly considerations around my bosses. But I too know I'm amazingly great at my work. No one has kept going this long as their secretary, and no one is willing to do the sometimes-grueling hours I have persevered in my position.
Once I wrap up checking my portable workstation, I check the time. It is 8:30 AM. I still have half an hour some time recently my bosses arrive. Slipping out of my situate, I surge to the washroom with my satchel. Setting my cosmetics on the counter, I rapidly drag my hairbrush out and brush my rowdy waist-length blonde hair.
After choosing to drag it into a tall pig tail, I snatch my toothbrush and toothpaste and rapidly brush my teeth. I apply a few mascara to my as of now long, thick eyelashes and a few eyeliner to brighten my dull green eyes some time recently putting on a few ruddy lipstick. It contrasts pleasantly with my reasonable skin.
I'm so happy this floor has no cameras since it would be humiliating if my bosses found out around my morning schedule. Furthermore, they would see me in all my morning bedhead (or car head) wonderfulness. Tom doesn't tally. He doesn't care what I see like, and I'm continuously comfortable around him. But if anybody else had seen me, it might have gotten a bit awkward.
Once I wrap up, I rapidly duck into the little kitchenette and plan their coffees for their entry. I listen the lift ding fair as I wrap up making them. I put them on a plate and rush back to my work area, plate in hand. It's the idealize schedule, and it has never fizzled me once.
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?
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.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
Amy didn't expect that her husband whom she had loved and trusted earnestly for many years would be cheating on her by having sex with his secretary. When she confronted him, he and his secretary mocked and ridiculed her, they called her barren to her face, afterall, she had not conceived for the past three years that she had been married to her husband, Callan. Terribly Heartbroken, she filed for divorce and left to the club, she picked a random gigolo, had a hot one night stand with him, paid him and dissapeared to a small city. She came back to the country six years later with three identical cute boys and three identical cute girls of the same age. She settled and got a job but soon find out that her CEO was the gigolo she had sex with six years back at the club. Will she be able to hide her six little cuties from her CEO, who happens to be the most powerful man in NorthHill and beleived to be infertile? Can Amy and the most powerful man in NorthHill get along considering the social gap between them.
Elena, once a pampered heiress, suddenly lost everything when the real daughter framed her, her fiancé ridiculed her, and her adoptive parents threw her out. They all wanted to see her fall. But Elena unveiled her true identity: the heiress of a massive fortune, famed hacker, top jewelry designer, secret author, and gifted doctor. Horrified by her glorious comeback, her adoptive parents demanded half her newfound wealth. Elena exposed their cruelty and refused. Her ex pleaded for a second chance, but she scoffed, “Do you think you deserve it?” Then a powerful magnate gently proposed, “Marry me?”
"I've warned you from the beginning. Don't marry him, but you won't listen." She stood close to me and smiled with concern. "You are not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze." My whole body trembled at her words. "Have you no shame?" I asked in a quivering voice. "Take a good look at yourself, Heather." She looked at me in the mirror. "You can't even look at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of looking at that face?" Heather Bailey had a surprise from her husband that night: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn't believe Blaze intended to divorce her. But she was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman because that person was closest to her. Shortly after she put her signature on their divorce papers, shock waves caught her up. Her flower shop was severely burnt, beyond repair. Her father's company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers who came from influential families, she started her action against Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted. But that was just the beginning.
Yelena discovered that she wasn't her parents' biological child. After seeing through their ploy to trade her as a pawn in a business deal, she was sent away to her barren birthplace. There, she stumbled upon her true origins—a lineage of historic opulence. Her real family showered her with love and adoration. In the face of her so-called sister's envy, Yelena conquered every adversity and took her revenge, all while showcasing her talents. She soon caught the attention of the city's most eligible bachelor. He cornered Yelena and pinned her against the wall. “It's time to reveal your true identity, darling.”
“You need a bride, I need a groom. Why don’t we get married?” Both abandoned at the altar, Elyse decided to tie the knot with the disabled stranger from the venue next door. Pitying his state, she vowed to spoil him once they were married. Little did she know that he was actually a powerful tycoon. Jayden thought Elyse only married him for his money, and planned to divorce her when she was no longer of use to him. But after becoming her husband, he was faced with a new dilemma. “She keeps asking for a divorce, but I don’t want that! What should I do?”