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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35428 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 177(@200wpm)___ 142(@250wpm)___ 118(@300wpm)

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Olivia T. Turner's second instalment in the Ravenous Royals series.
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Glamour. Intrigue. Desire hot enough to burn down a palace.

These possessive princes and kings won’t settle for just any woman. They want their queen. The one true love who can bring these powerful royals to their knees.

New standalone stories by your favorite best-selling steamy romance authors, Hope Ford, Olivia T. Turner, and Michele Mills.

A crown has never been so sinful

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Prologue

Kieran

“Do you think he has made his decision, cousin?” Lucan asks as we race past the guards patrolling the front gate. I have a step on him as we head to the high tower where my father, the Wolf King, has his office.

“Is there any doubt?” I say with a carefree laugh, bursting through the wooden doors of the tower. “The Wolf King made his decision the second I emerged from the womb and let out a mighty howl.”

“More like a pathetic whimper while you pissed yourself,” Lucan says, grunting to try and catch up.

I leap onto the curling stone staircase and race up the tower. Lucan is right behind me.

“Whoever gets to the top first gets to be the next king,” I say, laughing as I turn the bend. A maid screams in fright, plastering herself against the wall as we run past her.

“I’ll take that deal,” Lucan says as I pass the stained-glass window of our grandfather, the great Wolf King Breyor. He ruled for four prosperous decades before he died and passed the throne onto his oldest son, Lucan’s father.

But Lucan’s father only lasted three years as the Wolf King of the Stormfur Realm before he unexpectedly died eight years ago when my cousin and I were six. My uncle had barely begun his rule before an accident at sea took his life, along with the lives of both our mothers. The ocean bordering our Western front turned rough and violent while my mother and the King and Queen were traveling up North. No one on the ship survived that horrible day.

So, the crown passed to the last remaining heir, my father, Wolf King Axton.

He has been a good king. A fair king. A strong king.

The Stormfur Realm has been prosperous and safe during his rule. King Alaric and his Moonborne Kingdom along our Eastern flank has respected our pack and our borders, and the human kingdom to the south has remained relatively peaceful. My dad has done a good job. Better than my uncle would have done, no matter what Lucan has to say about it.

My heart is racing as I fly up the steps as fast as I can. Only one floor to go.

“Get ready to bow to the next king,” I say, laughing in triumph. “You have no chance.”

But Lucan rarely plays fair. He grabs my ankle and yanks it back. I stumble on the stairs, slamming my shin against the sharp stone step. He laughs as he pushes me down and races past me.

I curse and slam my fist into the stone, jumping up to catch him.

He arrives at my father’s office first, bursting through the giant wooden doors and stepping inside.

Lucan stops at the threshold of the office, clasping his hands behind his back and lowering his head—a sign of respect—although there’s no respect in my cousin. He looks at me over his shoulder with a malicious grin as I catch up.

I bump into him with my shoulder as I take the same pose—hands behind my back, head lowered in reverence.

“King Lucan,” he whispers. “I like the sound of that.”

“Never going to happen while I’m alive,” I whisper back.

I raise my head an inch and sneak a peek at my father. He’s sitting on the other side of the vast room, speaking with his advisor amongst endless stacks of parchment. That’s what the pups of the pack get wrong. They think being a Wolf King is all danger and glory, when in reality, it is mostly meetings and paperwork.

My father’s eye meets mine and he gives me a wink. Lightness fills my chest. Pride surges through my veins as I stand a little taller.

I adore my father. Not only is he a great king, he is a wonderful dad. When I was a young pup, sitting on his shoulders as he marched through town, all of the pack showering us with smiles and kind words, I felt like the luckiest wolf shifter in the land.

“Boys,” he says, waving us in. “Join me.”

He turns his attention back to the parchment as his advisor finishes up, cleaning up the stack and taking it with him.

I look around the cavernous room, wondering if this office may be mine one day with the towering shelves of books lining the walls all the way up to the tall ceiling. A ceiling that is covered in a grand fresco of a gruesome ancient battle between my wolf ancestors and the barbarous humans.

A fire is raging in the massive stone fireplace, filling the room with the warm scent of burning wood and sending shadows flickering across the stone floor.

Lucan and I are subtly exchanging arm punches as we walk across the vast room. The old wrinkly advisor, Morrick, notices and gives us a disapproving frown as he passes us on the way to the door.

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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 539(@200wpm)___ 431(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)

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The third and final book in the Darkest Destiny Trilogy by New York Times Bestseller, Pepper Winters.

Rook never had any goals apart from staying alive.
But now she has a few…
Find a way to bring Lucien back.
Figure out a way to survive the ascension.
And somehow become the first bonded pair to become immortal.
Lucien only has one goal.
Wage war on fate and win…

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Prologue

THEY SAY THE GREATEST FORCE ON Earth is love.

It can heal and destroy. Create and annihilate.

It can also turn mortal into immortal because love never dies.

But what if you’re no longer human?

What if the power you were never meant to wield breaks apart the very bones you were born with?

Do the old rules still apply?

Or does it mean you’re no longer part of this world?

And what happens if you accidentally destroy it?

Chapter One

WINTER ROSE FROM NOWHERE AND EVERYWHERE.

A scream of wind.

A blast of cold—

Power tore out of me—viciously cruel and dangerously strong, ripping across the burning mountains, hurling icicles, smiting snow, delivering extinction to everything it touched.

Lucien’s hell didn’t stand a chance as ice clawed over flaming rock, frost surged over rivers of magma, and the entire night shocked white as winter stole everything—ending the lives of a million fires with a single exhale.

For one fragile heartbeat, I felt monstrously powerful.

I balanced the scales of destruction Lucien had unleashed and proved I was his perfect opposite, but...that fleeting triumph crumbled instantly, replaced by a grief so deep, it felt as if my soul was carved out with a rusty spoon.

Grief.

Bone-breaking, soul-tearing grief because he’d left me.

Left me!

“Don’t you dare do this!” Flinging myself on Lucien’s corpse by my knees, I balled my hands and struck him. “Wake up!” I punched him over and over, wanting to tear apart that despicable piece of metal in his chest. Each strike cracked something deeper inside me. Every blow was a plea, a prayer, a curse. “Wake up! Come back. Wake up!”

Without him, I wasn’t capable of holding back the ice.

Without him, I would die.

I could feel it rising, building, snarling. A raging apocalypse...a catastrophe that would plummet the world into an icy coffin.

“You don’t get to leave me!” I struck him again. “You’re not allowed, do you hear me? I forbid it. I need you.” I slapped his cheek, sending his head snapping to the side. “Open your damn eyes! Don’t you dare do this. I won’t let you do this. You can’t!”

He couldn’t abandon me.

He couldn’t just suddenly unexist.

I hated him.

Hated that I couldn’t find him, save him, keep him.

And the longer he was gone...the longer his heart didn’t beat...the worse my power became. It didn’t just open its eyes, it stretched and yawned and prepared for war.

Was this what Lucien had felt when he’d succumbed to his fire’s wrath? This level of agony as it built and built and built?

“Lucien!”

He was my balance.

The only force keeping my body from utterly destroying itself.

“Please, Luxin!”

He didn’t respond to either name.

Didn’t open his eyes or blend his blood with mine so we could reverse this awful nightmare.

He just...left me.

Wrath and horror and heartbreak splintered my frozen bones as the world continued to smoke and shatter.

The icy power no longer wanted to share my body. It wanted all of it. All of me.

With a howl of arctic rage, it crested and swallowed me.

I screamed as my heart became a glacier. My veins solidified, my blood crystallised, and my organs became lumps of frosty glass.

I gagged. I cried. I tried to fight—

Another blizzard tore free, tearing toward the stars and ricocheting outward with a storm of icy knives. Silver blood sprayed from my lips. I coughed and choked, quaking beneath pain. I coughed again, raining Lucien in sterling droplets as he lay dead and smoking on the ground.

I folded forward as ice webbed outward beneath my knees, blanketing the earth. I moaned in despair as every tree became a twinkling statue—every burning rock and bramble nothing more than a snow-covered relic.

I screamed again as the ice kept building, building, carving through my veins and tearing through my flesh. Jagged lightning bolts carved their way through my skin, matching the shards tearing through the sky.

I jerked as the power evolved and twisted. I could smell death again. I tasted all the lives that’d ended and knew where every bone rested. The world was littered with mementos and pieces of those who were loved and lost. I felt them decaying. I knew why they’d died and how long they’d been gone.

And the ice fed on those remnants.

It hunted down the whispers of their memories and drank on the tiny echoes of their energy, feeding me, hurting me, driving me closer and closer toward the very death so many had already suffered.

My body contorted as another scream tore through my throat. It became all-consuming, blinding, shoving me into a grave already lined thick with snow.

My broken bones turned to dust beneath the pressure.

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Mate of a Royal (Lords of Rathe #3) Read Online Meagan Brandy, Amo Jones http://www.ilovenovels.com/mate-of-a-royal-lords-of-rathe-3-read-online-meagan-brandy-amo-jones Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:11:19 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/mate-of-a-royal-lords-of-rathe-3-read-online-meagan-brandy-amo-jones Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Amo Jones, Meagan Brandy Series: Amo Jones
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 95227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 476(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 317(@300wpm)

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LEGEND DEVERAUX was raised to rule. Son of the late king of Dark Magic, he is the youngest king Rathe has ever seen.
Haide wasn't raised at all. Born on Exile Island, where the royals of Rathe toss their most vile creatures, chaos isn't all she knows. It's
When their worlds collide, the king's ancient magic calls to her.
The bond ignites instantly, volatile, undeniable, dangerously wrong
She isn't the mate he expected. Her power is stunted by the cursed land that shaped her. Yet she sets fire to his veins, the only person who makes his fractured soul feel whole. So, Legend takes her to Rathe University to awaken what lies beneath her skin.
His brothers warn him against her. His people detest her very existence. He doesn't care. He wants her at his side, on her knees, and in his bed. She is his.
Then the murders begin. The gifted fall without warning Bloodlines vanish. And with every death, Legend's magic begins to die with them. Something ancient, violent is rising in Rathe, and every accusation points to the king's fated mate.
If she truly is his at all

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Chapter One

Haide

“Run, little rabbits,” I whisper, drawing back the bowstring, each step calculated against the soft forest floor.

The bow in my hands feels like an extension of my body. Exile Island pulses around me, its strange consciousness brushing against my mind like fingers through hair. It’s as if no time at all has passed since I returned from Rathe and all of London’s drama.

Three figures dart between the twisted trees ahead. Newcomers to the island. Fresh meat. They don’t understand anything yet. Don’t know that everything here is a game without consequences.

Distant wingbeats cut through the air above. I exhale as I tighten the bow further.

I track the first one. He’s tall with panic written across his face. The arrow tip follows his frantic movements. I could pierce his throat before he takes another breath.

I smile and shift my aim.

The second target stumbles over a root and falls to her knees. Terror makes people clumsy. She looks up, somehow sensing my presence, and our eyes lock through the foliage. I wink and draw the string tighter.

“Please,” she mouths.

I shift my aim again.

The third one is smarter.

He moves in a zigzag pattern, making himself a harder target. But not hard enough. I track him easily, the arrow finding his heart.

“Which one dies first?” I ask the forest. The trees don’t answer, but I feel the island’s hunger ripple through the soil beneath my feet.

I release the tension in the bowstring, lowering my weapon just enough to let them believe they’ve escaped. They’ll run deeper into the island’s embrace. The game is always better when they think they have a chance.

“You’re toying with them again.” Zevryn’s voice comes from behind me, rich and deep.

I don’t turn. “Took you long enough to catch up.”

He steps beside me, brown skin gleaming with sweat from the hunt. “Not all of us were born part animal.”

“Excuses.” I nock another arrow, tracking the fleeing figures through the trees.

Zevryn grabs my wrist, forcing the bow down. “Do you need a recap on how to pull this bow, Luda?”

“Fuck you!” I jerk away from his grip. “I’d still be able to beat your ass.”

“Bullshit.” His eyes narrow. “What’s the matter, Haide?”

Okay, now he’s pissing me off.

He sighs in clear boredom. “You had three clean shots. You didn’t take any of them.”

I bare my teeth. “I was savoring the moment.”

“You were giving them a chance.” His mouth quirks up. “The great Haide secret softie.”

I swiftly draw my knife and press it to his throat. “Call me soft again.”

He doesn’t flinch, his mouth spreading wide. “Sof—”

My blade melts into his skin, blood spraying over my face. Life dies from the pits of his eyes, not with shock, but something else.

He smirks before his body hits the ground with a thud.

“Asshole!” I snap, cleaning my blade on my shoulder and slipping it back into the holster.

Lifting the bow again, I crack my neck and find my first target. “Looks like we’re gonna have to keep this one short.”

I release the bow right into her panicked face. It splits in half from the force.

I smirk, grabbing the next one and quickly finding the smartest newcomer.

He zigzags again. The moment he peers over his shoulder, I aim my arrow right into his eye.

Ten points to Haide!

I barely have the third locked in when the sound of wings beats through the air.

With a thud, boots hit gravel just as I unload the next arrow.

“Booyah!” I yell, smile wide just in time for Zev to swing at me.

I dodge his punch and swing behind him, wrapping my arm around his throat. “Nah, uh, bestie! You know you love me.”

“Fuck you, Haide. You know I hate cracking through those damn fucking things.”

I release my hold when I feel the tension leave his body. Only a pool of blood remains in the spot where I killed him.

“You can get me next time,” I tease, the sound of large wings bashing through the air once more.

“Bullshit,” Zev murmurs, plucking scales off his neck. “You damn well know I won’t get one on you.”

Actually, he could. He just chooses not to.

A blue dragon slams into the cliff with enough force to send rocks tumbling into the darkness below. His massive claws scrape deep grooves in the stone as he lands.

I turn over my shoulder just as the beast flings two fresh borns off his talons like they’re nothing more than garbage. They hit the ground hard, rolling to a stop near the blood pool from Zev. Smoke curls from the dragon’s nostrils in thick, angry streams while he stomps his foot again, making the whole cliff shake beneath us.

“Aw, come on!” I bat my lashes up at him, knowing full well he can see through my bullshit. “You know you love that I keep you guys busy! What would you do without me? Nap all day?”

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Navin (Pride Daddies #1) Read Online Paige Michaels http://www.ilovenovels.com/navin-pride-daddies-1-read-online-paige-michaels Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:11:12 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/navin-pride-daddies-1-read-online-paige-michaels Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal Authors: Paige Michaels Series: Pride Daddies Series by Paige Michaels
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45093 (not accurate)
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Pride Daddies is a lion shifter series that follows the lives of mountain men and the women they are fated to mate.

Navin and his pride came from far away to establish themselves near human populations. They run a logging company high in the mountains and live on the outskirts of society. Their hope is that Fate will put a mate in each of their paths so that they may build a new community and grow their pride.

Brea is found bleeding to death in the forest. She’s obviously been stabbed and left to die. Her only hope for survival is for Navin to bite her, claiming her as his. It’s uncommon for lions to claim a mate without her permission, but Brea is unconscious. It’s now or never.

Her fate is sealed, but who did this to her? While Brea awakes to find herself bonded to a lion shifter, Navin is determined to find the man who believes he murdered her and make him pay.

The books in this series include strong elements of age play. If this genre is offensive to you, this may not be the book or series for you

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Chapter One

Navin

“Navin!”

I turn around at the sound of my name being shouted. Orion and Pryce are walking at a fast pace toward me, and I narrow my gaze because it looks like Orion is carrying a limp body.

It’s not big enough to be one of our pack members, and as they get closer, I notice long brown hair flowing over his arm.

My heart rate picks up as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. What the hell? What is a human female doing this high in the mountains? Is she even alive? I hope whatever happened to her has nothing to do with our logging company. That would spell disaster.

“Found her in the woods,” Orion informs me breathlessly.

She’s covered in blood, which concerns me greatly as I take a closer look. “Is she breathing?”

“Barely,” Pryce says. “Huge gash on her thigh. I’d say she’s lost a lot of blood. We used Orion’s flannel as a tourniquet.”

I lift my gaze from the woman. “What caused the injury?”

Orion shrugs. “No idea.”

“Was she anywhere near our logging operation?”

“No,” both men say in unison. “We stumbled upon her by accident while scoping out the next grove of trees.”

I glance at my truck. “Guess we better take her to the clinic in town.”

Pryce shakes his head. “She wouldn’t make it, Navin.”

I inhale slowly as I return my gaze to his and then switch to Orion’s. Both men stare at me. “What are you suggesting?” I ask, even though I know the answer.

“You should claim her, Navin. It’s the only way.” Orion’s voice is calm.

I shift my attention back to the woman. Fuck. He’s serious. “Why me?” I mutter. She’s pale from blood loss, but I think her skin is ordinarily tanned. She seems very small and frail, but it’s been a long time since I’ve been this close to a human, so it’s possible I simply can’t remember how much smaller they are compared to me and my pride members.

“You’re our leader. You should be the first to claim a female.”

I inhale deeply, which draws her scent into me, and take a step closer. I’m oddly drawn to her, which isn’t logical. She’s unconscious, and it’s obvious she’s hanging on to life by a thread. Blood has soaked through her jeans.

Nothing about her clothing makes any sense. She’s barefoot and wearing a red tank top. We occasionally come upon humans hiking in the mountains, but she’s not dressed for that sort of thing. In fact, she has to be cold. It’s too chilly for nothing more than the tiny shirt she’s wearing. How long has she been in this condition?

I lick my lips. “Bring her into my cabin. Let’s assess her wound. Maybe we can patch her up and still get her to the town doctor.”

“Her pulse is weak, Navin,” Orion says. “Without your intervention, she’s not long for his world.”

“Come.” I turn and take long strides toward my cabin. It’s probably a terrible idea. If I bring her into my space, her scent will fill it and linger for years. I don’t see how I have any other option, though.

I didn’t set out to be the leader of our pride. It just sort of happened. When the twelve of us broke off from our previous pride in search of a place to put down roots and find mates, the others voted and declared me the leader.

Hurrying, I leap up the three front steps to my porch and open the front door, guiding my men through to my bedroom.

Orion gently deposits the human female onto my bed.

I stare at her for a few seconds. Her features are stunning. Small button nose, rounded face, long dark lashes. She’s petite.

“We need scissors,” Pryce states. “We’ll have to cut the denim from her.”

“Kitchen drawer under the coffee pot,” I say as I reach for her leg to carefully angle it so I can see the damage better. I wince. The gash must be long. The shirt they used to secure the wound is soaked with her blood. So are her jeans all the way down past her knee. She must have passed out soon after receiving the cut because there’s no blood on her hands. She didn’t even attempt to put a tourniquet around her thigh herself, though I’m not sure what she could have used besides her tiny tank top.

Pryce returns in seconds and holds out the scissors.

I remove the flannel before I take them from his palm, and I inhale deeply again. Blood is the primary scent, but her own essence comes through clearly, filling my lungs, calling to me. I’m not sure exactly why my pride mates think I should be the one to claim her, but I can’t deny the pull.

Working fast, I slide the blade under the denim at her ankle and start cutting upward until I can pull the denim away from her thigh.

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Owning His Pet – A Dark Sci-Fi Romance Read Online Loki Renard http://www.ilovenovels.com/owning-his-pet-a-dark-sci-fi-romance-read-online-loki-renard Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:11:03 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/owning-his-pet-a-dark-sci-fi-romance-read-online-loki-renard Genre: Alien, Alpha Male, Drama, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal Authors: Loki Renard Advertisement

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She’s not just my property. She’s my pet.

Mara ran from me again today.
I caught her, of course. Now it’s time to teach her what happens to naughty girls.
But I’m not just going to pin my feisty little human to the wall and take what’s mine much more brutally than usual.

I’m going to put her on display wearing only a leash and collar and watch the ar*usal drip down her bare th!ghs as I show her the tail I’ll be adding to her outfit once I’ve spanked her a$$ red.
Then I’m going to breed her so h@rd she forgets all about being anything other than my little pet.

Publisher’s Note: Owning His Pet is a standalone romance that includes spankings, rough, intense sexual scenes, and strong D/s themes. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book

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CHAPTER 1

Mara

“You’re human. You’re small. You’re weak. You’re wet. And you’re a very long way from home. You will serve me as my pet, and I will look after you as your master.”

The creature saying this to me is right about a lot of things. Compared to his towering alien frame, I am small. Given his massive muscular strength and the fact that he can easily hold me up scruffed with one hand, he is stronger than me too. I am wet because I almost drowned. It is also true that I am a lightyear away from where I started.

But I am not going to be his pet.

I could tell him that, but pictures are worth a thousand words, and actions are worth, like, a million.

I snap my teeth at his wrist. I catch blue scales and thick hide in my mouth. Neither one feels particularly bad, but they don’t yield beneath my bite. It’s like trying to chew through animal hide.

“One hundred percent attack, zero damage,” he laughs at me. “This is how you repay me for my kindness?”

“It’s not kindness if you’re trying to steal me from myself,” I argue.

Other aliens laugh on their way past. To them, I am already an alien’s pet. They come in a variety of shapes, sizes, and general limb and sensory configurations. There is an alien with its eyes on the outsides of its t-shaped head like a shark, and there is a sentient purple ball rolling around on its billion tentacles. Neither one of those could ever be considered pets. But as a human, I am free game in this part of the universe.

Nothing has gone right since I landed on this gods-forsaken station.

* * *

An hour ago…

My ship is sinking. This shouldn’t be happening because it’s a spaceship and I am docked on a remote station, but somehow I’m going to die like an old-timey pirate, except I’m being flooded by my own ship rather than by the ocean.

Water is flooding in through the lower compartment, which is particularly bad because the lower compartment is where the exit is, and the exit won’t open because it doesn’t like being underwater.

My father used to tell me if I tried to become a pirate I’d get scurvy, or end up with a parrot, both of which seemed like terrible fates to him. Even his paternal panic could never have conjured this.

“I’m not interested in being rescued,” I tell myself over and over. “I don’t need to be saved. I can do this myself. I can get out of it myself. I’m the rescuer. I don’t need help.”

Fuck me. I am going to die trapped in my own ship because of a series of design errors, which just feels like a real kick in the metaphorical testicles. I thought I’d die doing something cool, not becoming the victim of my own vessel.

“Clive!” I shout out to the ship’s automated brain. “Let me out!”

“Where would you like to go?”

“Anywhere there’s oxygen and not water.”

Clive hums to himself for a moment. I used to find that sound endearing. It was installed because otherwise he’d just go silent and I wouldn’t know if he was still online and calculating things, or if he’d stopped processing things entirely and just turned himself off. The latter happened at least a dozen times before I downloaded the humming DLC.

“Clive, I’ve got about five minutes before I drown,” I say desperately.

“Oh, no,” Clive says. “That is not accurate at all.”

“No?”

“You have three minutes and twenty-three seconds before you drown.”

“Okay. I need you to open the door at the bottom of the hull so that the water drains out.”

“I can’t do that. It’s sealed.”

“I know, but can’t you find some way around it?”

“It’s sealed,” Clive repeats.

“Fine. Then open the emergency hatch. Open anything that will get me out, or help the water to drain. I’m going to fucking die if you don’t!”

“There once was a ship who put to sea, and the name of the ship was a Billy of Tea…” Clive hums as he goes about pretending to try to help me.

This is it.

My last experience in this life is going to be arguing with a disinterested robot. I didn’t get to do anything I wanted to do. I didn’t get to steal a policeman’s hat. I didn’t get to see the library in the Horsehead Nebula. I never attended a single brawl-for-all-fight club for aliens who punch good, or drank absinthe, or even had a cigarette. To be fair, I never wanted a cigarette, but the fact I’ve never had one is suddenly very important for reasons psychologists might one day be able to explain to me.

I guess it just seems messed up that I haven’t had the chance to ruin my health myself, the traditional human way, and it looks like I’ll never get the chance to.

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The Dragon 6 – Tokyo Empire Read Online Kenya Wright http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-6-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:10:23 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragon-6-tokyo-empire-read-online-kenya-wright Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Dragons, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Kenya Wright Advertisement

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Kenji has built something rare in the yakuza world—a family forged in blood, loyalty, and survival—and the Claws Cocktail Party was supposed to be a night of celebration. But beneath the silk and sake, enemies move in silence. A betrayal arrives so devastating it will shatter what Kenji thought he knew about loyalty, love, and the cost of becoming a legend.
When the smoke clears, nothing—and no one—will ever be the same

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Prologue

Buried Alive

Kenji

Grief was a burial that came with no ceremony nor folded hands.

No earth disturbed once and left to settle.

While the dead rest in peace, the survivors were buried alive.

Lying flat on their backs in the darkness of sorrow. Dirt shoveling over their faces. Pressure pressing the air from their lungs and the light from their eyes.

Standing became a performance and existing became the bravest and most exhausting thing a man could do.

Tonight, I was buried alive under Yoshiwara.

Lying right next to Hiroko and every name Hiro had spoken aloud at that table in his toast to the dead.

I was buried under the weight of what I'd ordered, what I'd permitted, and what I could undo by no act of will regardless of how necessary it had been.

I should have been incapable of standing.

Incapable of eating.

Incapable of laughing at Reo's story or pressing sake to my lips or feeling anything other than the particular suffocation of a man swallowing his dead.

But the Dragon refused to grieve where anyone could see it. I was the very skeleton of this massive body called the Yakuza. The beast who hovered over Japan—jaw set, eyes calm, spine straight.

My stillness was the only thing standing between my men and their own fracturing.

They ate because I ate. They laughed because I laughed. They believed the war was survivable because I looked like a man who was already victorious.

This was the silent burden I held close to my chest.

The Dragon's strength lived inside the pain—managed, compressed, driven down through the body and stored below the sternum where it could never reach my face, voice, or hands.

Where it could burn quietly and privately.

Anxiety lived alongside the grief.

Was Yoshiwara only the first shovelful of dirt over my face?

Was more death coming?

Heavier ones.

Suffocatingly sorrowful ones that would strip away my breath and everything I thought I understood about the man I was?

I had no way of knowing.

All I could do was keep walking forward into the dark and trust that my feet knew the floor.

But I had my Tora, my sweet loving Tiger who had thought enough through her grief to welcome our return with food and comfort. She gave us space to eat together.

She had fed us all and asked for nothing back.

My Tiger.

My queen.

My love.

The only anchor stable enough to hold on in this raging storm.

The meal wound down.

Absolutely well fed, my men pushed back from the table and stretched in satisfaction of the full meal.

All the sake bottles were emptied and the chopsticks had been set to rest.

“We must do this after every battle.” Daisuke stood and rolled his neck until it cracked twice. Even after all the fighting in Yoshiwara that black mohawk was still perfect. He blinked his bruised eyes, now darkening from purple to gray and yawned. “Thank you, Tora.”

I stiffened at his using my nickname for Nyomi.

I’ll have to tell them that only I call her that.

I decided on a later time, since I knew she would protest.

Nyomi smiled. “You’re welcome, Daisuke.”

Then Kaede rose, straightened his jacket, and yawned. “I agree. In fact, we should have a meal from the Tiger before we go into battle too.”

I sneered. “Not going to happen.”

Chuckles left Toma’s split and swollen lips. He left his seat too, giving me a good view of those long gashes stretching across his neck.

Akiro’s men beat us up bad.

Everyone else followed suit, the twins were last to stand.

"I killed at least twenty." Aki held up his bandaged hand.

Yuki didn't even look at him. "It was only eleven."

"You miscounted."

"You overcounted."

Nyomi shifted on my lap.

My arm tightened.

She shifted again with more intention. "Kenji."

“Yes?” I pressed my palm flat against her hip, anchoring her there without looking at her.

"Let me up."

Shocked, I looked at her. "You're comfortable."

"You're comfortable. I want to get up and say goodbye to my Claws and Fangs."

"Your Claws and Fangs?"

She tapped my arm. "Kenji."

I exhaled through my nose and removed my arm.

That’s okay, Tora. I’ll punish you once we get to bed.

She pressed a kiss to my jaw before she stood.

Frowning, I tracked her across the room, unable to look away.

They filed toward her.

Toma reached her first and wrapped both arms around her with zero restraint, lifting her entirely off the ground.

She yelped.

The line of my jaw twitched.

"This was better than my leftover pizza in the fridge. You're an absolute legend, Tora."

"Toma, my ribs—"

"Sorry. Sorry." He set her down and smirked. "Same time next battle?"

Right when I was about to protest, she bobbed her head in agreement. “Of course. There will be food after the next battle so make sure you come back.”

Annoyed, I pursed my lips.

Toma nodded. “I will. Don’t worry about that, Tora.”

Kaede stepped forward and bowed his head to her. A few strands of his platinum blond hair hung in front of him. He shifted into his best British impression. “Milady, due to this royal feast, I am your loyal knight from this day forth and henceforth and thereafter.”

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The Dragon’s Favorite Strays – Fireblood Dragons Read Online Ruby Dixon http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragons-favorite-strays-fireblood-dragons-read-online-ruread-online-dixon Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:10:22 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/the-dragons-favorite-strays-fireblood-dragons-read-online-ruread-online-dixon Genre: Alpha Male, Dragons, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Ruby Dixon Advertisement

Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 119764 (not accurate)
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Cut off from his people and stranded on the wrong side of the Rift, a drakoni warrior named Murr collects strays. His home is filled with cats and kittens that need a caretaker.

His latest strays?

A human woman and her daughter who have wandered into his territory. Dakota is a woman used to being on her own. She doesn't trust or depend on anyone. She certainly doesn't trust a big naked dragon-man with a friendly smile and a kitten in his arms.

As Murr and Dakota get to know each other, their strange gathering of strays grows. Home is where your family is, and they're determined to make a new one amidst the ruins.

This STAND ALONE book features a dragon shifter hero, a world-weary single mom, found family, and all the stray animals I can squeeze onto the page. This story is low on plot and high on cozy vibes. Enjoy!

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CHAPTER 1

DAKOTA

“Do you have this one, Rabbit?” I ask my daughter, bringing her a postcard. “There were a few by the register.”

She looks up from the bookshelf she’s emptying, setting the precious contents on the ground. Her face brightens as I approach, and then her mouth twists in teenage disgust. “Mom, that’s not even a postcard. That’s a bookmark.”

“But it says Texas on it, and it has a little map. It’s kinda like a postcard. It would fit in with your collection.”

“No, it wouldn’t.” She sticks her tongue out at my offering. “And I’m staying with postcards for a while. If I change to bookmarks, I’ll let you know.”

I just roll my eyes at her insulted tone and tuck the bookmark into the pocket of my worn jeans. I love my daughter, but man, is she particular. When she first decided to collect things, it was DVDs. So many of them had fascinating, colorful surfaces, so she kept them all in a heavy binder and tossed out the packaging. After a while, though, the DVDs made her sad because she could never watch them. Rabbit then switched to coins, since money is useless in the After. Coins got to be too heavy, so she switched to postcards.

The day will come that the postcards make her sad, I think. The maternal side of me wants to push the bookmarks on her as a “safer” alternative, but I also don’t want to be a pushy parent. I watch as Rabbit gets back to work, pulling even more books off of the shelf in front of her. A few feet away, her pack rests next to her air mattress. “Whatcha doing?”

“I’m going to move these shelves,” she says, pausing and gesturing to form a square. “Make my own private little room.”

Smart kid. Over and over again, Rabbit’s clever mind amazes me. Her company is the only thing that’s kept me sane the last ten years. I’m so lucky I found her. Hell, I’m lucky we found each other. “You want help with that?”

“Nah, I got it, Mom.”

“Okay. I’ll just be over here.” I thumb a gesture at the rest of the store. “By myself. Hanging out.”

She makes a face at me even as she gets back to work. “You wanted books! Go read books!”

Laughter bubbles up, and I feel light and carefree for the first time in months, ever since we left Fort Lubbock. I head back to my bunk in the back of the store by where the toys were. They’re gone now except for a few broken pieces, and I blow up my mattress and unroll my bed. I pick up a hardcover that had been out on a table and admire the dustjacket, then move towards the windows for light to read by.

There’s no electricity in our big store, no furniture other than the shelves and a few metal chairs in the break room. But the toilets work, the sinks work (how, I have no idea) and the roof doesn’t leak, which makes this place 10, 000 times better than the last place we lived. I’m surprised it wasn’t occupied already. People have been spreading out since the Rift changed and the dragons stopped attacking. Forts are now just convenient instead of a necessity. It’s safe to travel.

Perhaps this place was empty because it’s full of books, which are more of a luxury than anything in the After. Or perhaps it’s because the front windows were shattered, the front doors busted out. Rabbit swept up glass while I disassembled a few shelves and screwed the large wood backs to the doors to make them secure again. They’re ugly and my hands are full of blisters from manually working long screws into the metal frame, but I’m pleased with the results. The glass windows staring out into the empty, overgrown parking lot are shattered but whole, and I’ve got duct tape that can seal off any cracks.

But that doesn’t have to be done today.

For the first time in months, I realize I can relax. There’s nothing that needs to be done tomorrow, nowhere to go, nothing to hunt down. We have food and drink. Our beds are warm and dry.

And we’re surrounded by books. It’s almost like the Before times. Back then, I loved a good juicy celebrity bio and a fashion magazine, but this book looks like it’s about shipwrecks, and I figure what the hell. I’ll enjoy it anyhow.

I settle in near one of the windows, crossing my legs and sitting on the floor in a pool of November sunlight. In summer, the heat’s going to be miserable, but right now, the weather is gorgeous. I read the first page of my book and smooth my fingers down the paper, appreciating the wistful nostalgia of holding a real, genuine printed book from Before.

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The Ember and the Emerald (Out of Ozland #2) Read Online Gena Showalter http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-ember-and-the-emerald-out-of-ozland-2-read-online-gena-showalter Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:10:20 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/the-ember-and-the-emerald-out-of-ozland-2-read-online-gena-showalter Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Gena Showalter Series: Out of Ozland Series by Gena Showalter
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From New York Times bestselling author Gena Showalter comes a portal romantasy where a young woman's road home leads back into a nightmare… and the arms of the man fated to destroy her.

She escaped the monster realm.
Fate dragged her back—twenty years earlier.

Waking up in the past wasn’t on Moriah Shaker’s bingo card, but after surviving a brutal world of cannibals, rabdogs and lethal poppy fields, it happens anyway. Now, Moriah has one chance to save her mother, undoing the death that started it all.
First, she must return to Hakeldama, where survival is never guaranteed and destiny always demands sacrifice. At her side is Jasher, the ruthless, axe-wielding executioner who melts only for her. Until he’s trapped in a monstrous form, becoming a weapon for her destruction. To him, she’s an enemy. To her, he’s everything.

Armed with only a cryptic journal that whispers of a lost gemstone, Moriah is forced to bargain with a tricky water maiden who is equal parts redemption and ruin. Worse, she’s transforming into something she no longer The Oracle Great and Terrible.

As secrets unravel and a forbidden attraction rekindles, Moriah must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to unravel the past she’s desperate to save…or the man she isn’t supposed to love

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THE UNDOING

“Are you all right?” a voice called from the distance. My mother’s, filled with concern. “Do you need help?”

My heart slammed into my throat. She stood thirty feet away, visibly pregnant—with me—and I wondered if running away was cowardice or the bravest thing I’d ever done. Either way, I couldn’t stay here.

I clutched my companion’s hand and dragged him through sunshine, across a bustling parking lot spider-webbed with cracks and weeds. The more distance from Mom, the better. No telling what damage I was doing to the space-time continuum thingie.

A sedan screeched to a halt, barely avoiding us.

“Sorry!” I called, picking up speed, never losing my hold on Jasher.

The driver stuck his hand out the window and flipped us off.

Jasher kept glancing back, eyes wide. “A metal wagon,” he said, accent thicker than usual. “No horses.”

“That’s a car. Maybe we can take one for a spin.” Without him, I’d be dead. A joyride didn’t compare, but it was a good start. “Now, let’s go faster on foot,” I instructed.

“A spin. Yes. I would like that. But what does this mean?” He extended his free arm in my direction, his middle finger raised.

I groaned. “It’s how people here say I’m having a terrible day and now I want you to have one too.”

He didn’t protest as I shoved us both between two red brick buildings and flattened myself against the wall, catching my breath. Thick shadows filled the space, seeming to stare at me.

I frowned. Lack of sleep and too much adrenaline, probably.

“Did she follow us?” I peeked around the corner. Beyond the alley’s mouth, storefronts advertised electronics, discount tires, and a breakfast special. The parking lot shimmered in August heat. Mom stood inside the chapel entrance, rubbing her temples, looking toward where we’d been.

My throat closed. She was so young. Younger than I’d remembered, or maybe I’d just never had the luxury of noticing. Her hair was bound in rollers, the way she used to curl it every Sunday. She pressed one hand to her belly—to me—and disappeared inside. The door shut behind her.

The last time I’d seen her alive, I was eight years old. I’d spent twenty years trying to remember everything about her, and now I’d just let her go.

“You avoid your mother?” Jasher asked, confused. He leaned against the wall across from me, arms folded. Dried blood dotted his white tunic and ripped black leathers. Two axes crossed behind his shoulders. Weapons that hadn’t been there a moment ago.

But how…why…?

“Princess,” he intoned, reminding me of his question. “Moriah.”

The mini-spiral ground to a halt. Strange things happened in Hakeldama, his home. Of course strange things happened anywhere he traveled. Even another world.

I launched into a fast back-and-forth pace. Cicadas shrieked from distant trees, and country music leaked from an auto shop bay. “I don’t want to avoid her, but it’s for the best. None of this makes sense. We’re in the wrong time, without ID, money, or transportation. My dead mother is alive and pregnant with me. Suddenly, you’re armed.” Disaster incoming, guaranteed.

Not the least bit surprised by the appearance of his weapons, he shrugged. “An executioner is never without his tools.”

“Former executioner. There’ll be no beheadings here. None. I cannot stress that enough.” A manic laugh escaped. “How did this happen? Why did we land in the past?”

Time travel doesn’t exist. The past was supposed to be untouchable. Then the storms found me. Tornadoes that tore through worlds. One carried me to a fantastical horrorland I never wanted to see again. The other dropped me back home in Kansas twenty years too early. Why? How?

“How are you so composed?” I demanded. “You’re in a whole new world, Jasher.” As if he hadn’t realized that.

He hauled me against his chest and clasped my cheeks. “I’ve been in worse predicaments, Moriah. Far worse.”

For balance, I flattened my palms over his distractingly well-defined pecs. His heartbeat was slow, certain, and reassuring. “I hate this,” I murmured.

“At least you aren’t alone.” Those eerie shadows veiled the upper half of his face, giving him a menacing edge anyone but me should fear. His grip tightened a fraction. “Now breathe with me.”

I obeyed and received an instant reward. The scent of sandalwood and orchids brought a calming wind strong enough to push out tension. “You’re very good at soothing others,” I said and nuzzled closer.

He chuckled. “Taming wild beasties is one of my many talents.”

I chuckled too. “Well, don’t go getting a big head about it. I’m more like a house cat than a beastie.” A monstrous boar-like creature spiced with rage and malice.

Jasher pressed a soft kiss to my brow. “My brother, Anders, is prone to panic. When we force him to focus elsewhere, he calms.”

I deflated a bit. His brothers, whom he loved, needed our help. Not just Anders but Reese and hundreds of others, all clones of one man, a ruthless tyrant who made tools out of men. Or they would need our help. In twenty years. So confusing!

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The Raven at the Ash Door (The Oak and Holly Cycle #3) Read Online K.A. Linde http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-raven-at-the-ash-door-the-oak-and-holly-cycle-3-read-online-k-a-linde Sun, 12 Jul 2026 16:10:16 +0000 https://www.ilovenovels.com/the-raven-at-the-ash-door-the-oak-and-holly-cycle-3-read-online-k-a-linde Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: K.A. Linde Series: The Oak and Holly Cycle Series by K.A. Linde
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Can love survive an unbreakable curse?

Kierse McKenna’s magic is bound to a man she hates―one who has spent lifetimes fighting the man she loves.

To end this binding, Graves―her winter god, her monster―will stop at nothing. He discovers that the only hope of freeing Kierse is to locate a stone relic of legend, rumored to lift any curse.

The only problem? The stone has been missing for a century.

And the Oak King is on their trail.

Now Kierse is trapped at the heart of a centuries-long battle while the rest of the world comes unraveled. The Fae Killer is hunting. The peace with monsters is fracturing. And as the very rules of their myth start to shift, escaping the Oak King’s hold may demand more than stolen artifacts and clever heists.

For Kierse and Graves, it may mean risking the only thing they have left to lose

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Part I

The Raven

Chapter One

New magic sputtered in her veins. Sputtered, sparked, and then ignited. Finally.

“We’re a go,” Kierse said into her earpiece.

“Let’s stick to the plan, shall we?” Graves said, his crisp British accent coursing through her.

A smile came to her face. “I always stick to the plan.”

A scoff was Graves’s only reaction. Kierse was known to improvise. She’d had enough marks go south to know that she hoped for the best and planned for the worst. This was no different.

The plan itself was simple: steal a Celtic artifact—the Stone of Fal—from a Scottish warlock.

After a tip from one of Graves’s many old apprentices, they discovered it was being held in an underground vault in Edinburgh. The warlock-in-question’s main ability was evocation, which meant he could call spirits and demons and monsters to do his bidding for him.

Not so simple.

“George?” Graves asked.

His driver cleared his throat. “All clear out here, boss.”

“Walter?” Graves prompted.

“As soon as the tour leaves, you’ll have five minutes,” their tech guy said, calm and emotionless.

Five minutes. Kierse hoped that was enough time.

She shifted in position, feeling the weight of the Spear of Lugh at her back. A dangerous, powerful weapon forged by the gods themselves. And a last resort in all scenarios since the thing liked to whisper murder into her mind.

“Starting now,” she whispered.

She pushed aside the buzzing in her ears as she ignited a blue light in her palm. The pixie light was teardrop shape, and when she concentrated, it split into two and then two more. A handful of little lights buzzed excitedly, ready to do their job. Hard to believe these little ones were typically depicted as wisps in fiction, with their lights leading a person to their destiny or off into the darkness of a swamp to their death.

The strain of her new magic made her grit her teeth, and this was the easiest of her abilities.

But her old Fae magic was still tied up by Lorcan Flynn.

While the cauldron had seen a loophole and given her these new powers outside of her magical binding with Lorcan, her original powers that she’d had full control over—time manipulation, glamours, and the ability to predict a score—were all gone. It left the most dangerous of her magic—absorption—passive after everything she’d done to train it this summer. She even had to learn how to do her hair differently to mask her pointed Fae ears from the general population. It was a pain in the ass.

After three months, neither she nor Graves figured out a way around the binding, so she buckled down to begrudgingly train what the cauldron had given her. Other than the pixie lights, magical intuition allowed her to see who had magic and what kind. And the last two powers “in theory” were—persuasion and portaling.

Kierse leaned forward and blew against her palm. The pixie lights flew away from her like dandelions on the breeze. They approached the ghost tour that had just entered South Bridge vaults where Kierse had hidden after sneaking off from her own tour. Blue lights flickered around the heads of the tour guide and the twenty tourists trekking through the dripping, low-ceilinged underground.

The tour and its guide’s faces suddenly went blank. Then with a dead-eyed look, they all followed the lights out of the room, leaving Kierse alone. Lure complete.

“They’re out,” Kierse said.

“Five minutes starts…now,” Walter said.

Kierse watched the magic spark to life at the door to the vault chamber. Walter was an apprentice-level warlock with force-field magic. After working with King Louis for a time, Graves recruited him for the cauldron heist. Now he trained the young warlock, who he had previously dismissed as unworthy. Kierse liked having a tech genius that no one could touch—well, except her, thanks to her always-on absorption magic—on their side.

“Showtime,” Kierse muttered.

As she removed her picks from the inside pocket of her leather jacket, a new smile graced her features, this one a little wild at the edges. Her thieving smile. The one that said she liked this part a bit too much.

Kierse went to work on the lock, fitting her tools into the old iron door and keeping her hands clear. Her Fae half still didn’t much like iron, but at least it didn’t hurt her as bad as it could.

The plan was simpler than the problem. Kierse would break into the underground vault, use her absorption abilities to bypass the warlock’s wards, and steal the stone. Walter would run surveillance and use his force fields to keep the tunnels clear for her. Graves would be the distraction this time, a fun change for him. George, as always, was the getaway driver.

The problem was Archie Blair. He was the premier warlock of Edinburgh and had lived on Blair Street off the Royal Mile since the late 1700s. Warlocks were territorial, and while lesser warlocks could be in their cities, they almost exclusively had one master.

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She was forty, widowed, and done with love…until a younger Alpha made her burn.

I came to claim my inheritance…and found her instead.

For twenty years, Vivienne Jamison endured a loveless marriage to a cruel and heartless Alpha. I've seen the scars he left behind—the way she flinches instinctively, doubts her own beauty, and blames herself for things that were never her fault.

The Pack sees a barren widow whose best years are behind her—I see a strong, beautiful woman who deserves to be cherished.

From the moment I met her, I felt drawn to her in a way I've never experienced before. Every instinct inside me wants to protect her, care for her, and give her the happiness she's been denied for far too long.
Too bad Pack Law says she's forbidden to me.

My heart was in the grave…until he came.

After twenty years of being blamed for something that was never my fault, I thought my life was over. Then Corwyn arrived.

This new Alpha is everything my late husband wasn't—kind, protective, and impossible to resist. However, the BlackRidge Pack is governed by ancient laws and cruel traditions—they expect me to remain single and alone, honoring the memory of a man I never loved.

When I come into my first real Heat at 40, staying away from Cor becomes harder than either of us imagined. It doesn’t matter that he’s ten years younger than me—I want him and he wants me.

The Pack says we're forbidden. Our hearts disagree. But if we’re caught, we’ll pay the price.
For breaking the Unbreakable Laws carries only one punishment— death .

The Widow's Forbidden Heat is a steamy Omegaverse romance featuring a curvy older heroine, a devoted younger Alpha, fated mates, forbidden love, small-town secrets, protective hero vibes, emotional healing, and a guaranteed happily ever after

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VIVIENNE

The man in the casket was my husband, but I felt nothing when I looked at him.

Carter Jamison had been a cold man, and I mean that literally. Every time he touched me his hands were like ice. Just thinking about it made me shiver.

But he was cold in other ways too—cold and aloof, never interested in anything I had to say. I had been sold to him when I was barely twenty—a virgin who had been sequestered for years to keep me that way—and he’d never shown me a single spark of warmth or affection.

I was so innocent on our wedding night, I had no idea what was coming. I was only told I must hold still and submit to my husband and do whatever he told me.

That might not have been a problem if my husband had been a kind man—one who cared about his wife’s pain or the terror I felt when I first saw the crooked shaft of his manhood with its ugly, bloated knot coming towards me.

Closing my eyes, I remembered the sharp feeling inside me—like someone stabbing with a knife—and the way my eyes had filled with tears. My eyes with the Royal Golden Rim—the thin ring of gold around each iris that proclaimed I had some Royal Were blood in me. They had marked me as special—as a woman who would bear the man who was lucky enough to mate with her many strong sons.

It was a promise I never fulfilled for Carter, despite the prophecy.

Not that he didn’t try to get me pregnant. Every month during my Heat Cycle—which was never very strong—he tried. After a time, I stopped dreading the encounters and got used to the grunting and thrusting on top of me. For all its ugliness, his shaft wasn’t very big. After those first few times, it didn’t hurt anymore. And a year or so after that, I barely noticed it in me. I was able to close my eyes and imagine myself someplace much more pleasant—the beach maybe, or the mountains.

I have always wanted to travel, but Carter preferred to stay put. He ruled the Blackridge Pack with an iron fist, and he didn’t like leaving his territory in case someone might get out of line. The few times he went to multi-Pack meetings in other states, he refused to take me.

“You’ll only get into trouble,” he’d grunt, when I begged to go with him so I could see someplace new. He called me ungrateful for pleading to go away. After all, hadn’t he given me a mansion to live in?

Wolverton Manor was a grand home, I had to admit. It has turrets and towers and battlements—just like a castle. It’s not a “McMansion” as Carter scornfully called the other grand houses in our small town. Parts of it were brought over from England—they used to be the walls of a monastery before Carter bought them and brought them here.

But the Manor was built long before I was born—back when he was still in his “exploring phase” as he put it, the few times he talked about his adventures in Europe and the Far East. By the time we wed, he was nearly sixty and had had his fill of traveling.

“I just want to stay home by my own fire,” he would growl, when I mentioned how nice it might be to go for a vacation somewhere. “Stop your prattling, girl! I don’t have time for your nonsense!”

Carter had never had time for my “nonsense” or any other part of me, except what was between my legs. As time went on, though, and he failed to get me pregnant, he grew bitter and angry.

He would complain about it often though and curse me for not giving him an heir. He said the soothsayer who had made the prophecy about the “girl with gold-ringed eyes who would bear many strong heirs to a male of the Jamison line” was nothing but a liar and a thief who had taken his money when he asked for a Truth Saying.

Of course, he sent me to a fertility clinic—though he refused to go himself. They poked and prodded and studied me and though they admitted that my Heat Cycle was extremely mild, there was nothing actually wrong with my womb. So there was nothing to be done but bring me home again and try some more.

They even gave me fertility drugs to take—not that they did any good. I just couldn’t seem to conceive, no matter how I tried. Eventually Carter cursed me and called me “barren.”

I didn’t dare to suggest that he get tested too—even though the forbidden internet searches I did explained that the failure to get pregnant might not be my fault. A man his age might have a low sperm count, after all, but Carter would hear none of that. He was an Alpha—who ever heard of an Alpha with a low sperm count?

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