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When two fierce hearts collide, it's not love-it's war. And in war, someone always surrenders. Amelia Stewart doesn't bow. She doesn't bend. She doesn't break. Raised to be strong, sharp, and unapologetically ruthless, she's built her empire from the ground up and learned never to depend on anyone but herself. She's fire in heels, a force of nature wrapped in silk. Men admire her. Women envy her. But no one dares try to tame her. Until Ethan Black. Tech billionaire. Control freak. Devastatingly gorgeous and used to getting everything he wants-including people. Especially people. He's power in a suit, charm weaponized with a smile, and he's just found the one woman who refuses to play his game. The one woman who drives him insane. The one woman he can't stop wanting. They clash like thunder and burn like gasoline-too intense, too wild, too dangerous. And when secrets from the past crash into the present-including one that could change everything-Amelia and Ethan must face the truth: love isn't about control. It's about surrender. But when pride runs deep and trust is fragile, surrender comes at a price. And some hearts might not survive the fall.
"Oh my god , Amelia , PLEASE tell me you're at the gym?"
Katie had left the gym no less than fifteen minutes ago and headed straight for work , so as she gushed down the receiver the minute I answered it, I wondered why she was phoning me instead of working.
"Wherever else would I be?"
"Well I need a favor. Please. It seems when we were playing tug–of-war with my handbag earlier, my damned thumb-drive fell out. And that thumb-drive has the freakin' presentation I've been working on all month, and the meeting for that presentation , Amelia, is now!" she intoned.
"Please , can you find it and get here in , like, five minutes? Do that crazy driving thing that you always do to get to places fast."
"'Sakes , Katie , you're so messy. You're always losing something. And don't you know you should always have more than one storage for important docs? How uncoordinated you can be! I just stepped off the treadmill and I'm half-dressed and icky an-"
"Goddammit, Amelia! Will you just shut your ever-berating pie-hole and find the damned drive? I don't care how sweaty or busy you are. If you're not here in ten minutes, then our friendship is terminated!" The line went dead.
I scowled at the Blackberry in my hand. Only Katie could get away with addressing me in such a manner. She was my best friend and I didn't feel the compulsion to control her.
True, I might have gotten carried away with the berating, and was maybe just a weeny bit inconsiderate at her desperation for my aid. But Katie knew me well , so she no doubt had expected some shit-slapped answer from me.
Sweat dripped from my face, and my skin glistened from its sheen; the results of a one-hour mountain climbing on the treadmill. Using my towel to dry the sweat from my face , I went in search of the thumb-drive to help my damsel in distress.
The bright orange thing was found sitting in solitude on a workout mat. Katie and I had engaged in a tug-of-war over her handbag in this vicinity when I'd caught her nibbling on Snickers, which she was prohibited from eating. She'd quickly tried to hide it in her bag and that's when the tugging began.
Wrapping my fingers around the thumb-drive , I rushed out of the gym. When Katie called me , the treadmill had barely come to a halt , so breathing was irregular and I was entirely soaked with sweat and in need of a shower and proper attire , but I had to get this cursed thing to Katie without delay.
I'd watched her labor with the preparation of this presentation for over a month. But the presentation was the least of the matter. She'd tried for night five months to get her boss's ear to perk in interest of a new idea she wanted to pitch.
And I was pretty sure that with a company like that, this was a you-only-got-one-chance-to-prove-yourself-to-me opportunity for Katie. If her boss liked her idea , well, Katie could become a wealthy wench. She had brilliant ideas , but in a city like San Francisco that's teeming with geniuses, the opportunity wall was rather difficult to break through.
Wearing only a pink tube top and a black workout capris with my pink and white Shape-up sneakers , I hopped into my jeep and pressed it to Coded Solutions. It was an eight-minute drive , but being an aggressive driver, I had the gift of getting to my destinations in record time.Patience and I were vicious enemies.
In five and half minutes I was in the parking lot of the building. My body lunged from the jeep, leaving the engine on and car door open-no, I wasn't worried about theft: ghosts knew who to shout "boo!" at-and rushed through the revolving doors of the intimidating building.
Before the receptionist could look up, I spoke through labored breathing , "Katie Skye. It's urgent. What floor is her meeting with Mr. Black?"
The brunette receptionist scanned my attire with a scowl, but then she blinked at me as if realizing somehow that I was of no harm, and gave me the information I needed with an added
"Nice bod."
The elevator ride to floor 44 took forever , but it granted me enough time to restore my regular breathing pattern.
When the doors opened , I instantly became conscious of my sparse attire when the air-conditioner whispered across my bare flesh , turning my nipples to hardened nubs under my tube top.
Oh dear , I didn't think this through. I was about to walk into a building filled with smartly attired , starched-collar whizzes in their three-piece suits and sharp seams , and I was dressed-if 'dressed' was the operative word-in a tube top, vagina-printing workout capris , sneakers and dry sweat.
But if I stepped off the elevator, this could be a detriment to Katie. So , I ate self-conscious for lunch and entered the arctic building.
Why on earth was the air-conditioner on full blast in here? Weren't these people freezing?
The receptionist for this floor apprised me of Katie's whereabouts as she made a sloppy attempt to conceal her disapproval of my attire.
As I wove around rows of cubicles , ignoring the raised eyebrows and curious stares of the employees , I saw Katie pacing outside the door I was searching for marked 'MR 44', while dialing on her cell with a worried frown marring her cute oval face.
"Psst ," I hissed.
Katie glanced up and saw me and her shoulders visible relaxed, relief replacing her frown. She gestured for me to hurry while she grabbed the doorknob and opened it halfway. Wasting not another second , I ran to her and pressed the drive in her hand.
"Go ahead and kick asses , best-"
My words tripped over a lust-pebble when the door jerked back from Katie's grasp and revealed a tall , dark-haired figure whose attention was partly directed to a tablet in his hand while his full , sculpted lips moved to form words.
"Skye , I've waited long enough. If I didn't think your three-line pitch had potential , I wouldn't have considered your proposal and arrange this meeting. I'm giving my blessed time and you're wasting it. I think it is rather negligent of you to have the board convened here , on time , and yo-"
His words tumbled over a cliff when he glanced up and saw me there , half-dressed with sweat that was now fine grains of salt , and I was ninety percent sure my nipples were pressing against the fabric of my tube top due to the high-blasting air-conditioner.
Had he been some other powerful figure , I would've been mortified , but never with this Lothario would I cower. Actually , it was the first opportunity I'd been given to see him in person. I'd only ever heard of him , or seen his face constantly popping up on Internet news sites.
His reputation in the women department was not of a squeaky clean nature , despite his billions. The man was too wealthy for his age , too crude for his status , and cocky enough to make you detest him-well, at least that's what I heard.
But he had a brain that was worth more than his billions. He was known as the 'wise-guy', with his never-failing ideas in the world of social networking and software creation.
There stood San Fran's hottest , sexiest , wealthiest Internet billionaire , Ethan Black.
Seth Black isn't your average man. He may wear a tailored suit, but don't let that fool you-he doesn't play by society's rules. He makes them. He lives untamed, unapologetic, and entirely in control. A man of sharp edges and sharper appetites, Seth has no patience for innocence. If you're single, looking, or too easy to love-keep walking. But if you're off-limits? Married? Engaged? Now you've got his full attention. And once Seth decides he wants you, there's no turning back. He'll strip you bare-body, mind, and soul-until you forget every reason you ever told him no. That's how this real estate titan moves-backwards, sideways, and straight through your defenses. Then Alice Roberts walks into his office. She's not taken. Which makes her dangerous. He wants her. She's the curve in his straight line. The chaos in his control. And the one woman he should probably stay away from... but never will. What begins as a game of power and temptation quickly turns into a twisted dance of desire, secrets, and something dangerously close to love.
Daniella Marc never expected kindness. Not from the world. Not from people. And definitely not from love. She'd learned early on-pain was constant, trust was dangerous, and hope was a lie wrapped in a prettier lie. Until him. He was everything she wasn't-wealthy, wild, untouchable. The charming boy with the crooked smile who looked at her like she was the only person in the world that mattered. He gave her everything she'd never had-a friendship that felt like home, a love that made her feel seen, and a future she almost believed was possible. Almost. Because love, like all good things, came with a price. And Daniella paid in heartbreak. Then fate did something rare-it offered her mercy. A twist of tragedy that erased her past and all its scars. She became someone new, someone untouched by pain. For seven years, she lived in blissful ignorance... until the past came knocking. Now, a man dressed in black has crashed into her world-intense, dangerous, and impossibly familiar. He stirs something inside her. Something forbidden. Something lost. Something she doesn't understand. She tries to resist, to run, to forget... but how do you run from a soul that's already entangled with yours? As the dreams begin-dark, intimate flashes of a life she can't remember-Daniella realizes that the man she should hate might just be the one her heart never stopped choosing. But the closer she gets to the truth, the more tangled the lies become. And this time, if she falls again, she may not survive the landing.
"Scarlett..." His voice was low, almost unsure, but hearing him say my name sent a jolt through my chest. I didn't turn around. My fingers curled into fists at my sides as I waited-waited for a confession, a reason to hope. "I need you to know that-" "There you are, Liam! We've been searching everywhere." The voice snapped through the air like a whip, dragging me back to reality. I turned, slowly, already dreading what I'd see. "Tiffany?" "Scarlett." She smiled as though we were old friends, but her eyes held a challenge. "Has he told you yet? The full truth?" "What truth?" I asked, feeling my stomach twist. She glanced at Liam, who stepped closer to her. His hand slid around her waist like it belonged there. "What is this?" I whispered, my voice trembling with betrayal. "Talia is my mate," Liam said, and then-without hesitation-he kissed her. As a werewolf, nothing prepares you for the moment you find your mate. It's more than emotion; it's instinct, a sacred bond you dream about since your first shift. I had hoped, believed, that Liam was mine. But in one cruel moment, the illusion shattered. It all happened the night the pack's Luna celebrated her birthday, the night I lost everything. Scarlett Williams, a young and resilient she-wolf, bears the scars of betrayal and heartbreak after fleeing a pack that nearly destroyed her. She swore to never fall under the spell of an Alpha again. But when she's rescued by a mysterious, brooding Alpha named Caine, she's forced to confront both her fear and her instincts. Caine has his own dark reasons for keeping Scarlett close-and letting her go is not an option. What begins as protection slowly becomes something more dangerous: desire, secrets, and a fate neither of them expected.
Haunted by dreams and hunted by shadows, Eliza returns to the Navajo reservation to repay a long-standing debt-but the past is waiting for her, fanged and furious. What should have been a simple act of redemption spirals into a deadly game of survival, where ancient magic stirs, brutal shapeshifters roam, and tribal secrets refuse to stay buried. At the heart of it all is the powerful alpha wolf who once claimed her heart-and shattered it. As danger draws closer and the line between predator and prey blurs, Eliza must confront the truth about who she is and what she's meant to become. To survive, she'll have to embrace the wild within... or be consumed by it. In a world of blood and betrayal, love is the most dangerous weapon.
He stood at the door and looked at us, lowering his voice and growling, "What the fuck are you doing, Stella? Do you have to have sex with another wolf in our room the day before our wedding anniversary?!" 'No, no, I didn't! Tristan, it's not like that!' I screamed in my mind. I wanted to explain to him, to ask for his help, but I didn't have the strength to sit up or speak. I could only helplessly watch Tristan' expression change from anger to disappointment to indifference, and I couldn't do a damn thing about it. "I should have known you were like this, Tristan. I knew it when we got engaged. You're so promiscuous that it makes me sick. I think it's time for us to end this alliance." No, Tristan, no... Tristan looked at me coldly and said the words that broke my heart: "I, Tristan Welsey of BloodyClaw Pack, officially reject you, Stella Graymond of Red moon Pack." "You are no longer my Luna and no longer the BloodyClaw Pack's Luna," Tristan said, turning and leaving. Our mating had sealed a fragile peace between our packs. We weren't true mates, but we'd built something-fragile, maybe, but real to me. On the night of our engagement, I was framed as for infidelity. Tristan didn't hesitate. He didn't let me explain before he furiously rejected me. As I left the packgrounds, my heart torn open, my half-sister appeared-Charlotte. Her face twisted into a sneer. "Finally out of the way," she said before thrusting a silver blade into my side. My last breath came with the truth-I'd been betrayed by them both. But death was not the end. The Moon Goddess found me. She showed me the truth. She gave me a choice. And I chose vengeance. Now reborn before the tragedy, I will uncover every lie, unmask every traitor, and make them pay. But nothing is ever that simple... because this life is filled with a lot of twists and turns.
He was my first love. And my first heartbreak. Now, he's back-with a ring, a contract, and a proposition I never saw coming. Darius Ferguson is a name that turns heads. Billionaire. Power player. The kind of man who can make or break anyone with a single deal. The world sees him as untouchable, unstoppable. But to me? He's the boy who disappeared without a goodbye. The one who left me picking up the pieces of a heart he had no right to break. Now, years later, he's standing in front of me with an offer too tempting-and too dangerous-to ignore. Marry him. Be his perfect wife in public. Play the role until the ink dries on his biggest business deal yet. In return, he'll make all my problems disappear. One year. No emotions. No messy entanglements. Just a means to an end. It should be easy. Except nothing about Liam has ever been easy. He still knows exactly how to make my pulse race. Still watches me like I belong to him. And when he touches me, I forget every reason I swore I'd never let him back in. But this isn't real. It can't be. Because I refuse to make the same mistake twice. Even if pretending to be his wife starts to feel a little too real.
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.
After two years of marriage, Kristian dropped a bombshell. "She's back. Let's get divorced. Name your price." Freya didn't argue. She just smiled and made her demands. "I want your most expensive supercar." "Okay." "The villa on the outskirts." "Sure." "And half of the billions we made together." Kristian froze. "Come again?" He thought she was ordinary—but Freya was the genius behind their fortune. And now that she'd gone, he'd do anything to win her back.
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.”
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."
Life was a bed of roses for Debra, the daughter of Alpha. That was until she had a one-night stand with Caleb. She was sure he was her mate as determined by Moon Goddess. But this hateful man refused to accept her. Weeks passed before Debra discovered that she was pregnant. Her pregnancy brought shame to her and everyone she loved. Not only was she driven out, but her father was also hunted down by usurpers. Fortunately, she survived with the help of the mysterious Thorn Edge Pack. Five years passed and Debra didn't hear anything from Caleb. One day, their paths crossed again. They were both on the same mission—carrying out secret investigations in the dangerous Roz Town for the safety and posterity of their respective packs. Caleb was still cold toward her. But as time went on, he fell head over heels in love with her. He tried to make up for abandoning her, but Debra wasn't having any of it. She was hell-bent on hiding her daughter from him and also making a clean break. What did the future hold for the two as they journeyed in Roz Town? What kind of secrets would they find? Would Caleb win Debra's heart and get to know his lovely daughter? Find out!
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."