BLURB:I never imagined that everything might change in a single night. However, I didn't anticipate that Alexander Stone, the mysterious millionaire with the wicked grin, would be the one to haunt both my life and my dreams. We intended for our night together to be a one-time event, a little getaway. I never would have thought that it would result in a secret that would haunt me for five years. My life now involves striking a cautious balance between parenting my daughter, Mia, by myself and apart from a guy who is unaware that he is a father. But I have to deal with him once again once his business purchases my art gallery. All of the memories from that evening flood back as our eyes contact, along with the unmistakable chemistry. I can feel him getting beyond my barriers as he gets closer, but I can't tell him the truth. Not right now. Not when everything I've fought so hard to achieve is in jeopardy. However, when Alexander gives me that resolute look, I understand that I may not be able to maintain my secret for very long. Then he asks me the one thing I'm afraid to respond to: Lena, what happened to you and me? If I told him the truth, would I lose him forever? Or is this my second-our second-chance at a love that can destroy all I've worked so hard to keep safe?
Chapter 1: The Gala
"Is tonight special, or why do you always appear bored at these events?"
Lena saw a guy standing next to her as she looked up from her unfinished glass of champagne. He stood out from the other males in the room, who were all wearing fitted suits and forced grins. His voice was silky yet tinged with something wild, and his presence was captivating.
Despite herself, she cocked her head in curiosity. "And do you always speak so confidently to strangers?"
A slack grin twisted his lips. "Just the ones that are interesting."
Lena's eyebrow went up. "You're not even familiar with me."
"Not yet," he answered, taking a step forward while maintaining eye contact with her. "However, I'm open to learning."
She allowed her lips to be teased by the bubbles as she drank her champagne. It's a daring assumption. What happens if I'm not worth the hassle?
"I'll wager my luck."
Something about the way he gazed at her made it seem as if he could see right through her expensive gown and flawless makeup to the side of her that she concealed. She would never acknowledge it, but it caused her heart to race.
She placed her drink on an adjacent table and said, "I don't even know your name."
He held out his hand and said, "Alexander."
After a moment of hesitation, she put her hand in his. "Lena."
As soon as their skin touched, the room seemed to fade, the sound of glasses clinking and talk drifting into the distance. Even if she wanted to, she couldn't break free from his solid hold and the warmth of his hand against hers.
He gently stroked her knuckles with his thumb and murmured, "You don't belong here."
She scowled. "Pardon me?"
"These people pretend to care about causes and each other, but it's all a façade," he said, gesturing gently to the group of individuals behind them. You-you are unique.
Startled by his comment, Lena blinked. "And you deduced everything from a single handshake?"
His smile reappeared, but this time it was gentler, almost kind. "As I mentioned, I'm open to learning."
It was the intensity of his stare, not the chilly air conditioning, that sent a chill down her spine. She couldn't recall the last time she had been given that kind of stare, as if she were the only person in the room.
His voice was low and seductive as he abruptly stated, "Dance with me."
She paused, looking around the packed dance floor. "I don't believe-"
He took her hand once more and interrupted, saying, "Don't think." "Just sense it."
He brought her to the middle of the room before she could object. Alexander put his hands on her waist and drew her in as the music changed to a slow, sensual beat.
With her heart pounding in her chest, Lena put her hands on his shoulders. "You're aggressive, aren't you?"
He laughed, the sound bouncing off her. "Life is too short to hold out for approval."
The distance between them appeared to vanish as they danced in time with the music. His aroma was enticing, and his touch was tender yet possessive. Through the thin material of her dress, she could feel the heat of his body, and every time he touched her, sparks flew over her skin.
Her voice could hardly be heard above the music as she said, "I don't do this."
With his lips near her ear, he questioned, "Do what?"
"Get strangers to sweep me off my feet."
She was drawn even closer as Alexander's hand moved up her back. "Let me be the exception, then."
His lips touched her temple, causing her breath to catch, and the little contact set off an uncontrollable reaction inside of her. It would have been wise for her to leave the event and return to her corner. However, she didn't.
"What gives me the impression that you're trouble?" Her voice was shaking as she asked.
With his hand moving down to the small of her back, he answered simply, "Because I am." "But you enjoy it."
When her body was betraying her by leaning toward him rather than separating from him, she was unable to protest. Only the two of them and the charged air between them remained as the world beyond their little bubble vanished.
With a menacing promise in his voice, he said, "Come with me."
Her gaze expanded. "Where?"
He pressed his lips to her ear and muttered, "Somewhere quieter." "A place where we can be by ourselves."
Lena ought should have declined. She ought to have left. However, his allure was too great and too compelling.
He walked her out of the great ballroom via a side door and down a dimly lighted hallway without saying another word. Behind them, the sound of their footsteps and her labored breathing took the place of the party's distant murmur.
She didn't stop him, but she did say, "This is crazy."
"Good crazy or bad crazy?" he questioned, giving her a playful grin in return.
She nibbled on her lip. "I haven't made up my mind yet."
He turned to her and stopped suddenly. His thumb brushed her cheek as his hands cradled her face. "I'll help you make a decision."
His lips found hers in a breath-stealing kiss before she could react. His lips moved against hers with a confidence that made her feel lightheaded, demanding but compassionate.
Feeling the firm planes of muscle under his suit, her hands moved to his chest. She couldn't get enough of him because he tasted like danger and champagne.
His voice was raspy with want as he said, "Lena," against her lips.
Instead of responding, she drew him in closer. Every nerve ending in her body was alive and begging for more as it burned.
His fingers curled over her hips as his hands moved down her sides. His lips never left hers as he shoved her up against the wall. Their surroundings were hazy, and all that mattered was how he made her feel-free, wild, and alive.
His mouth moved down her neck as he spoke the words, "You're addictive."
With her fingers tangled in his hair, she said, "And you're impossible."
His chuckle vibrated across her flesh, low and naughty. "But don't you like that?"
Before she could reply, they were brought back to the present by the sound of footsteps echoing down the hallway.
Alexander's forehead pressed against hers as he gently withdrew. His eyes were black with whispered promises, and his breathing was labored.
With a tone of enjoyment, he said, "Looks like we've been found out."
With her pulse-pounding, Lena looked toward the end of the hall. She didn't want to let go of the intensity and heat they had shared, nor did she want this moment to end.
He repeated, "Come with me," in a gentler, almost beseeching tone.
She paused, caught between reason and his attraction. However, a crisp, authoritative voice cried out before she could make up her mind.
"Alexander."
Both of them turned to see a guy coming toward them, his face inscrutable and icy.
"Who is that?" With a sinking heart, Lena asked.
Alexander's eyes remained fixed on the guy while his jaw tensed. "There is no one to be concerned about."
For the first time that evening, Lena had a glimmer of uncertainty, but the strain in his voice told her differently.
The guy repeated, "Alexander," in a foreboding tone.
Alexander took a step back while continuing to touch Lena's arm. His eyes met hers as he said, "I'll find you."
She was left alone in the dim hallway with more questions than answers when he turned and approached the guy before she could reply.
BLURB: I believed that I had moved on from my past. I resolved to keep my children safe at all means after spending a careless night with a stranger wearing a mask five years ago. I established a peaceful life in a new city, raising my triplets and their younger sister. However, my world starts to fall apart when my sons come back from the bathroom talking about a guy who has a tattoo of a wolf-the same tattoo I will always remember. The next day, destiny puts me face to face with him: the vicious CEO who doesn't know who I am but seems to be strangely attracted to my kids. I lie and deny everything out of a desperate attempt to protect my family. However, secrets tend to sneak through gaps, and his intense stare makes me question if he's already piecing things together. I'm stuck now, working for him, battling my emotions, and avoiding adversaries who seem out to bring me down. But nothing scares me more than the reality: what will he do if he finds out the children I vowed to safeguard are really his?
BLURB:I came to Moonshadow chasing folklore and found a mystery far greater than I bargained for. One night with Ethan Blackwood-a man as dangerous as he is alluring-was supposed to be a fleeting indulgence. But when he turned his back on me, cold and distant, I vowed to forget him. I failed. Now, I'm back in Moonshadow with secrets of my own-two growing lives tied to the man who rejected me. But something sinister stalks the shadows of this town, and my investigation is drawing me into a world I never believed existed. Ethan is hiding something, and no matter how hard he tries to keep me away, fate keeps pulling us closer. His icy facade cracks when the danger circles too near, and I discover his truth-a truth that explains everything. Ethan Blackwood isn't just a man. He's a beast bound by laws older than the moon. And now, those laws threaten to destroy us both. When the rogue wolf finally reveals its true target, I'll have to decide: can I trust Ethan to save me and the children he doesn't even know he's fighting for? Or has he already doomed us all?
BLURB: I believed that I had moved on from my past. I resolved to keep my children safe at all means after spending a careless night with a stranger wearing a mask five years ago. I established a peaceful life in a new city, raising my triplets and their younger sister. However, my world starts to fall apart when my sons come back from the bathroom talking about a guy who has a tattoo of a wolf-the same tattoo I will always remember. The next day, destiny puts me face to face with him: the vicious CEO who doesn't know who I am but seems to be strangely attracted to my kids. I lie and deny everything out of a desperate attempt to protect my family. However, secrets tend to sneak through gaps, and his intense stare makes me question if he's already piecing things together. I'm stuck now, working for him, battling my emotions, and avoiding adversaries who seem out to bring me down. But nothing scares me more than the reality: what will he do if he finds out the children I vowed to safeguard are really his?
BLURB: I was not interested in marrying a billionaire. Last but not least is Adrian Blackwood, the sly, cold man who came into my life with a contract instead of a proposal. For a year, I would pretend to be his perfect wife in exchange for his paying off my debilitating debt. Simple, isn't it? No, it wasn't. Adrian's smoldering gaze, his rare acts of charity, and the way he held me when no one else was looking made it impossible to keep my heart out of the equation. I knew there would be no forever, no love, and no commitment. But there are rules that are designed to be disregarded. Then I found out I was having a baby. I was scared of his reaction, so I left without telling him. For three years, away from the shadow of his wealth and buildings, I made a quiet life for myself and my daughter. But secrets are never really hidden. When Adrian enters my gallery carrying a painting that I could have done alone, my time is finished. His penetrating eyes scream for answers, and his presence shakes the foundation of the life I've created. He says in a voice as menacing as the storm in his eyes, "I think we need to talk." Then, in a flash, everything collapses. Because Adrian Blackwood is not content with answers; he wants everything. How can I protect my heart when the man who could destroy us both is the father of my child?
BLURB:I had hate in my heart when I died. The Moon Goddess herself linked me to a guy who was meant to adore me, but he betrayed me. I was alive and complete five years ago when I opened my eyes once again. I vowed that this time would be different. My so-called fated mate, Darius Blackthorn, would never be allowed to come near me close enough to ruin me once again. Before he could attack, I would forge my own route, guard my heart, and discover the truth about his treachery. However, it seems that destiny is difficult to change. Killian Draven comes in. Perilous, enraged, and all too alluring, he makes me an offer: if I act like his mate, he would shield me from Darius. I shouldn't play that game since it would only lead to heartache. But the longer I'm in Killian's embrace, the more I question if my fate isn't bound to him. Darius then comes after me and says I've been duped and that the betrayal I believed I saw wasn't what it seemed to be. He is battling not just for me but also for our pack's future. And I am really shaken by the facts he exposes. Because if Darius wasn't the one who betrayed me, then who was it? And why does it seem like I could lose more than my heart in this second chance?
Katie was forced to marry Dillan, a notorious ruffian. Her younger sister mocked her, "You're just an adopted daughter. Count your blessings for marrying him!" The world anticipated Katie's tribulations, but her married life unfurled with unexpected serenity. She even snagged a lavish mansion in a raffle! Katie jumped into Dillan's arms, credited him as her lucky charm. "No, Katie, it's you who brings me all this luck," Dillan replied. Then, one fateful day, Dillan's childhood friend came to her. "You're not worthy of him. Take this 50 million and leave him!" Katie finally grasped Dillan's true stature—the wealthiest man on the planet. That night, trembling with trepidation, she broached the subject of divorce with Dillan. However, with a domineering embrace, he told her, "I'd give you everything I have. Divorce is off the table!"
Rumors claimed that Fernanda, newly back with her family, was nothing more than a violent country bumpkin. Fernanda just flashed a casual, dismissive grin in response. Another rumor suggested that the usually rational Cristian had lost all sense, madly in love with Fernanda. This frustrated her. She could tolerate gossip about herself, but slander against her beloved crossed the line! Gradually, as Fernanda's multiple identities as a celebrated designer, a savvy gamer, an acclaimed painter, and a successful business magnate came to light, everyone realized they were the ones who had been fooled.
Leanna's life had been full of hardships until her Uncle Nate, who wasn't related to her, offered her a home. She fell deeply in love with Nate, but as he was about to get married, he ruthlessly sent her abroad. In response, Leanna immersed herself in the study of andrology. When she came back, she was renowned for her work on solving problems like impotence, premature ejaculation, and infertility. One day, Nate trapped her in her bedroom. "Seeing various men every day, huh? Why don't you check me out and see if I have any problems?" Leanna laughed slyly and quickly unbuckled his belt. "Is that why you're engaged but not married? Having trouble in the bedroom?" "Wanna try it out for yourself?" "No thanks. I’m not interested in experimenting with you."
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
After three secretive years of marriage, Eliana never met her enigmatic husband until she was served with divorce papers and learned of his extravagant pursuit of another. She snapped back to reality and secured a divorce. Thereafter, Eliana unveiled her various personas: an esteemed doctor, legendary secret agent, master hacker, celebrated designer, adept race car driver, and distinguished scientist. As her diverse talents became known, her ex-husband was consumed by remorse. Desperately, he pleaded, "Eliana, give me another chance! All my properties, even my life, are yours."
I pressed my lips against his and stole his sweet, savory taste, not ready to end the sweet moment. I licked my lips seductively and whispered. "Despite your age, I love you." Sarah was obsessed with the man of her dreams, despite knowing that their love was forbidden and would be disapproved by her father and others. She held onto the many beautiful dreams she had of being with him, wishing for them to come true. She found herself in love with her father's best friend, a very handsome man who had been rejected by his wife. Her desire was to show him what true love really meant. When her father received a job transfer,Sarah saw it as a perfect opportunity to be with him. The situation improved even more when she realized they would be living under the same roof.