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Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126030 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)

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As Austin continues his tour to bring shifters into the convocation, he hears whispers about a powerful rogue no one dares bring into their territory—a shifter who strikes first and asks questions later.

Jessie and Austin, however, never walk away from someone in need. Unfortunately, they’re racing against the clock.

Evan, the new gargoyle cairn leader, has asked to meet the Mistress of Ivy House.

What should be straightforward quickly spirals out of control…because nothing is ever simple when Niamh is behind the wheel.

Soon, Jessie’s crew is juggling a volatile rogue and a growing mob of furious gargoyles who don’t appreciate being taunted on their home turf.

As always with this crew, chaos isn’t just possible…it’s inevitable

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Jessie

“Are you sure this is wise?” Kingsley asked over the cell phone loudspeaker. The phone was sitting on a particle board coffee table in front of a faded green couch with suspicious brown stains.

Austin slouched in a faux leather chair with glued-on patches. He rubbed the stubble on his face and hunched over, his eyes losing focus as he considered the implications.

“Sure, what choice do we have?” Niamh asked. She leaned against a tobacco yellow wall that had probably started out white a few decades ago. This was the best room available in this ramshackle motel on the outskirts of nowhere. Only a few wayward truckers stopped along this route, servicing a collection of towns that people were born in and then moved away from. At least, that’s what the thriving shifter population would have Dicks and Janes think.

This tiny town was the last stop before the paved country road turned into a gravel lane that led into the deep woods. Haunted woods, if the urban legends could be believed. And of course, they couldn’t.

In actuality, the woods were a buffer between the Dick world and a shifter territory run by one of the most ruthless original alphas anyone had heard of, an alpha so volatile he was said to kill visitors who looked at him crosswise. He cut down travelers that darkened his doorstep unannounced and populated the alpha rumor mill with threats about what would happen to anyone who even thought about coming for his territory, now nearly a decade old.

“He’s had positive fitness reports from anyone who has checked out his territory,” Austin said, dropping his arms to his knees and leaning over. “His people seem happy. The territory has grown and appears to be thriving.”

I stood by the window, looking out at the lush green foliage on the other side of the road. The dense canopy of trees shifted and swayed in the wind, charged with electric energy in dark gray skies. Despite the threatening late-April storm, the air hung hot and heavy in a way I wasn’t used to.

“This place doesn’t have tornados, right?” I murmured.

“Of course not, miss,” Mr. Tom told me, handing me a cup of what I could only assume was instant coffee. The town didn’t give us a lot of options. “Someone would’ve warned us if we were traveling into Doppler doom.”

“The people checking out the validity and safety of his pack have not been alphas nor necessarily powerful,” Kingsley said. “He is wary of other alphas.”

“He’s wary of other alphas that want to take over his pack and cash in on his hard work,” Niamh said. “Austin Steele does not.”

“What does that mean, about the fitness reports?” I asked, turning from the window and heading to the couch.

“Miss, no!” Mr. Tom hollered.

I started to sit down and froze. Austin’s head snapped up in alarm.

“What is it?” Kingsley asked through the phone, his voice louder now. He must’ve been leaning closer. “What happened?”

“Don’t you dare sit on that horror show of a couch without something under you!” Mr. Tom admonished, bringing me a blanket. “Have you no self-preservation? It looks like people have bled out on that fabric. You’d be lucky to only get a staph infection. People have likely gotten gangrene from less. With a couch like that, one open wound and you’re a goner.”

I rolled my eyes but waited for him to drape the blanket on the couch, then plopped down as he half-shoved me on top of it.

“Ye nearly made me spill me tea, ya donkey,” Niamh groused.

“Now you I wouldn’t mind sitting on that couch,” he countered. “I’ll even give you the wound to get you started.”

A knock sounded at the door, and Mr. Tom spun across the room to admit Tristan and Broken Sue.

“Tristan.” Mr. Tom brought himself up to his full height. “I regret to inform you that I do not have any decent coffee, only the instant dredge we were able to procure from the Quickie Mart at our last stop.”

“That’ll be fine, Mr. Tom, thanks,” Tristan replied.

“We’d need to be knocking down a wall to fit in all this muscle, like,” Niamh murmured. “Jaysus, mind yer elbows.”

Broken Sue glared at her as he passed by, taking my spot by the window.

Tristan looked down at the empty cushion next to me on the couch. “Got another blanket?”

“There. See?” Mr. Tom brought one over. “He has sense.”

“More than I can say for ye,” Niamh told Mr. Tom.

“Fitness reports are the shifter way of ensuring a pack is doing things properly,” Austin told me. “Pack standing in the shifter world is a little like the gargoyle world. Any alpha who wants a place with their peers will be concerned about the wellbeing of their people. A thriving pack should be a nice place to live, with prospering businesses, safety for children, education—everything a well-run town boasts. To prove their pack has these things, and that they are an upstanding alpha in the community, they will allow others in the shifter community to check in on them.”

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Vampires, Whiskey, and Southern Charm (Masie Kicklighter #2) Read Online Mimi Jean Pamfiloff http://www.ilovenovels.com/vampires-whiskey-and-southern-charm-masie-kicklighter-2-read-online-mimi-jean-pamfiloff Fri, 03 Apr 2026 23:15:44 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/vampires-whiskey-and-southern-charm-masie-kicklighter-2-read-online-mimi-jean-pamfiloff Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Mimi Jean Pamfiloff Series: Masie Kicklighter Series by Mimi Jean Pamfiloff
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 57310 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 287(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)

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From New York Times bestseller Mimi Jean Pamfiloff comes a story with Southern feels, more cussing than Mamma approves of, and a vampire who thinks being hot is enough to win her heart: Vampires, Moonshine, and Southern Secrets.

HE’S FIVE HUNDRED YEARS OLD. SHE’S NOT IMPRESSED.

My name is Masie Kicklighter, and you’re never going to believe what our local vampire is up to this time. He honestly thinks he’ll get away with it, too.

Bless his undead heart.

Because this is still my town, and I’m not about to hand it over to a five-hundred-year-old vampire, just because he’s hotter than our Kicklighter whiskey.

Oh, and by the way, don’t drink the moonshine

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PROLOGUE

To the editor of Supernatural Enquirer:

Hello. Me again. Masie Kicklighter.

The last time I wrote you, I was in prison for a murder I didn’t commit. (All Montgomery Stark’s wicked fault, of course. Ugh. Vampires!)

But this time, I am writing to confess to a murder.

Or pre-confess?

Whatever. Point is, this time I fully intend to kill that no good, lying POS Montgomery Stark—the world’s cruelest, most evil vampire.

Yeah, you heard me right.

I’m gonna kill, kill, kill that fangy man-trash! And I’m inviting you and your readers to join in your own murder-fun.

Now, before you start accusing me of sounding all crazy or like a woman scorned, I will admit that I’m spittin’ angry, but that’s not why I’m planning to end this beast of the night or why I’m urging you to do the same to your local evil vampire.

There is a new law about to pass, and it’ll give vampires “living” status. They want the same rights as humans!

Can you believe that crap? (Sorry, Mamma, I still can’t stop swearin’.)

Why any politician would vote for this pile of crusty turds boggles the mind, but I guess the lot in DC does love those donations. And vampires, well, they’re freakin’ loaded.

The only problem is that vampires have a plan, and spoiler alert: it don’t involve a peaceful coexistence with the livin’. They want to conquer us and make us feel all comfy-cozy and ooey-gooey warm inside until one day…blam! World domination.

Not that any of them bloodsuckers’ll say it to your face when you’re lying there naked in bed together. They’ll tell you how perrrty you look. They’ll say things like they love you, that they “want to spend eternity making your toes tingle,” and that they’ve “waited their entire existence for you.” That’s what them nasty ol’ vampires will tell you.

Well, wanna know what I say?

Liars!

Every single one of them!

Especially that Montgomery Stark, who betrayed me in the worst possible way.

So you tell your readers that we got us a few days to kill as many evil vampires as possible. Do not wait! They can’t be trusted!

Especially the one who broke my heart. And for that, Montgomery Stark will pay.

Yours Truly,

Masie Kicklighter

CHAPTER ONE

Leiper’s Fork, Tennessee. Five days earlier.

From the comfort of Stark’s antique-filled mansion, I rolled over in bed and beamed into his sultry, pale blue eyes, my chest heaving with postcoital exertion.

His long dark hair shined like glossy strands of midnight against the crisp white pillowcase. In the background, the glowing embers in the stone fireplace gave his bedroom a velvety feel that cocooned us in the moment.

Dang it, he’s so beautiful. I sighed with a contentment that plucked at my heartstrings. Had I known that sex could be (sigh…) so soul-consuming, leaving me raw and vulnerable in the best kind of way, I wouldn’t have waited my entire life to give it a whirl.

Though, on second thought, I doubted any of the men I’d come across during my twenty-seven years of life could butter my biscuits the way Stark did.

This vampire knew what he was doing—when to linger and when to pump those narrow hips. Even his breathing felt like a sexy slow dance: a deep guttural groan to let me know he was losing his mind with pleasure, followed by the softest breath on the crook of my neck to keep me in the moment, experiencing every touch, every beat of his heart (yes, heart!), and every spike of pleasure. In bed, he was in total control, but that control was for my pleasure.

“If you continue sighing like that,” Stark said in a smooth, deep voice, “I will be forced to make love to you again.”

A shamelessly goofy smile popped onto my swollen lips. “Welp, Stark, no one ever said I’d be easy to please.”

He propped himself up on one elbow and gazed down at me. “You are a demanding little vampire. This pleases me.”

Vampire. The word bounced around in my head like a pinball going nowhere. Was I really one of them now?

I still felt just as human as I had on my last day alive, when Stark’s brother, Lazlo, and Lazlo’s evil sidekick Fiona took my life in the parking lot behind the Flaming Rooster—my family’s bar, which I now owned. Next door to that was the distillery where we made award-winning Tennessee whiskey. It was a great life that I’d worked hard for, and that night, I’d thought I was done for.

Until I woke up.

Two days ago.

As a vampire.

“You look uneasy. What is the matter?” Stark asked.

“I know you said it’ll take some gettin’ used to, but shouldn’t I have super-hearing or super-smell or something vampiry?” My stomach grumbled.

“You have super-hunger. Shall I bring you the drink?”

The drink. Earlier, he’d offered me a concoction he called “moonshine” in a brown glass bottle, and I’d turned it down. He claimed it was an ancient herbal elixir with a small amount of human blood to ease my discomfort during the transformation.

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Crimson Elemental (Onyx Assassins #9) Read Online Samantha Whiskey http://www.ilovenovels.com/crimson-elemental-onyx-assassins-9-read-online-samantha-whiskey Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:32:48 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/crimson-elemental-onyx-assassins-9-read-online-samantha-whiskey Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Samantha Whiskey Series: Onyx Assassins Series by Samantha Whiskey
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As an immortal, elite hunter with elemental abilities, I’m no stranger to taking orders.
But I never thought my king would demand I teach a noble vampire how to control her newly surfaced powers. Especially when that noble vampire haunts my dreams in the best way.
Annika Sorokin is the most gorgeous vampire I’ve ever seen. She’s smart, sexy, and is fiercely loyal to her family—something I completely understand. But she’s not a one-and-done kind of vampire, so I keep my fantasies to myself.
And now I’m secluded on an island with her. Working nightly on her water-wielding abilities. With the island offering nowhere to run, her constant nearness is driving me mad with wanting her, but she deserves more than what I can give.
The more time we spend together, the more my no-relationship rule crumbles. We’re matched in so many ways, beyond our similar power, and there’s an undeniable need that pulses between us. She’s air to my fire, water to my ice, and soon I’m not sure how I’ve ever lived without her.
I’ve always viewed loving someone as a weakness, especially in a hunter’s line of work. We have enemies all over the world, now more than ever. And for me? They’re constantly searching for my weak spot.
Annika is mine. But she’s worth breaking every rule I have about love, and I’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe

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CHAPTER 1

Dagon

The first day of December brings a frost that coats the ground Talon and I hunted on tonight, and as we return to the residence, a hot shower and at least a dozen pumpkin muffins are calling my name.

I’m halfway to the informal dining room where the snacks are when a very pregnant Olivia stops me mid-stride.

I blow out a breath, shaking my head at the female’s persistence.

“I’ve asked you for help for months,” she snaps. Her eyes are more severe than usual, which immediately has me on guard. “And now, I’m telling you.”

I cock a brow at her tone, glancing at her mate, Ransom, who steps between me and her with an apologetic look on his face. “Let’s not piss off the hunter,” Ransom says softly as he tries to gently pull her away.

“I don’t give a shit,” Oliva snaps as Ransom hauls her away. “You need to help her! It’s a mess upstairs! She’s a mess, and it wouldn’t take much for you to assist…” Her yells trail off as Ransom turns with her down a hallway.

I’m not intentionally being an asshole, but we’ve had a lot going on. Between taking on a massive horde of bloodmads a couple of weeks ago—thanks to Conrad, who died, and Samuel, who we lost, again, not to mention Zachariah almost losing his mate—I haven’t had time to even think of anything else.

But after the blow we delivered, despite Samual and Kyle Moorehouse evading us, we’ve bought ourselves a few days of some kind of peace, at least.

I sigh as I take the path away from my much-needed snacks and walk up the stairs.

As I hit the top step, my boot immediately slips on a thick trail of ice. I steady myself, following the path down the hallway, the ice leading into Annika’s suite. The entire floor is covered, so much so I have to carefully glide across it. Icicles hang from just about every inch of the ceiling but are more heavily congregated around the bathroom door.

“What in the Elsa shit is this?” I ask as I head that direction.

“In here!” Annika calls from behind the bathroom door.

I open it, taking her words as an invitation and freezing one step inside.

She’s bright fucking red and stark naked, with water frozen just above her breasts.

Jesus, she’s a knockout. Not that I hadn’t noticed that before…but damn.

Words tangle in my throat, shock and heat and all sorts of shit buzzing beneath my skin.

“Are you going to help get me out?” she asks, snapping me to reality. “Because this doesn’t hurt but I’m sure as hell stuck.”

Fuck me, the determination in her eyes is enough to have heat streaking through my veins. Never mind that she’s naked—that look is enough to grab anyone’s attention—but seeing as how she is naked, I lock that reaction the fuck up.

“I can thaw you,” I say, whirling around so my back is to her. I face my palm toward her where it hangs at my side, drawing just enough heat to start to melt the ice.

“Whoa,” Alek says as he steps into the room, glancing from me to Annika before immediately spinning around. “You’re excused from all hunter and assassin duties,” he says as he walks away.

“I’m not a teacher!” I snap, still thawing Annika without looking, which takes a bit of concentration.

“You are now, Professor Dagon,” the king retorts, leaving no room for argument, before he disappears from the room.

Fuck. My. Life.

CHAPTER 2

Annika

Iwait in one of the dining rooms in the residence, my knee anxiously bobbing beneath the mahogany table that’s large enough to seat twelve. Anxiety bubbles in my chest. It has everything to do with my newly surfaced powers and absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the king ordered Dagon to be my new teacher.

Dagon. The hunter.

The insanely gorgeous and equally infuriating hunter. The same one who saw me naked last night thanks to my power going rogue while I bathed.

Mortification ripples through me at the memory. I love my body, but him seeing me naked and in such a vulnerable position is a new level of embarrassment I didn’t know existed. I’m the daughter of Katya Sorokin, of the Sorokin line, for fuck’s sake. Niece of Olivia Sorokin, who’s not only the princess’s bodyguard, but also mated to one of the king’s right-hand Onyx Assassins. I come from a long line of females who watched over the hunters for centuries. Power runs in my family. Harnessing a new ability to control water should be easy for me to handle.

But I haven’t been handling it.

Not even a little bit. Which led to Oliva practically begging Dagon to work with me, which he refused until the king ordered him to.

I pretend not to be offended by him acting repulsed at the very idea of helping me learn to control my power. I have no idea why he feels the way he does. Maybe he finds the task beneath him? Maybe he doesn’t like the idea of teaching me—one of the females responsible for ensuring he and his brothers stayed locked in a chamber in stasis for centuries. But if that was the case, wouldn’t he understand the lengths my family had gone to ensure his safety while he slept?

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His Curvy Queen of Blood (The Shadow Realm Syndicate #1) Read Online Evangeline Anderson http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-curvy-queen-of-blood-the-shadow-realm-syndicate-1-read-online-evangeline-anderson Sat, 28 Feb 2026 17:32:45 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/his-curvy-queen-of-blood-the-shadow-realm-syndicate-1-read-online-evangeline-anderson Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Evangeline Anderson Series: The Shadow Realm Syndicate Series by Evangeline Anderson
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Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 119694 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 598(@200wpm)___ 479(@250wpm)___ 399(@300wpm)

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Welcome to the Shadow Realm—where monsters rule, magic is currency, and curvy women are power.
(This is a plus-length novel, over 100K words long)

Lucian
I am Lucian Draxos—Vampire Don of the Shadow Realm.
Ruthless. Immortal…and Cursed.

My father doomed our bloodline by stealing a forbidden artifact, and now the Blood Lust is close to overwhelming me. There is only one cure the blood of a Curvy Queen—a woman whose magic is so potent it’s been outlawed for centuries.

Julia was never meant to exist in my world. She is human…vulnerable. Not to mention dangerous to the fragile balance holding the Shadow Realm together.

But I do what I must—I have her taken—kidnapped from the Human world and brought to my home, The Crimson Spires.
She calls me a monster. She calls me her enemy.
She tells me she’s not my personal blood bank.

I have to admit—I’m intrigued by her fire. She draws me like no other woman ever has.
The most dangerous truth of all?
I don’t just want her blood.
I want her.

Julia
One minute I’m living my normal, boring human life as a mid-level accountant with a horrible boss.
The next, I’m kidnapped and dragged into a nightmare realm dominated by monsters who are also Mafia Dons, ruling a shadowy kingdom.
The worst of them all is Lucian—he’s cold, beautiful, and terrifying.
He’s also a Vampire.

He says I’m a Curvy Queen. He tells me that because of my curves, my body holds forbidden magic…says my blood can cure his curse.
Too bad for him—I’m not anyone’s magical blood bank.
I don’t trust him.
I don’t want him.
And I definitely don’t belong in the Shadow Realm.

But the longer I’m trapped in his world, the more I realize something far more dangerous than his curse is at work.
Because the Vampire Don who stole me…might be the only one who can keep me alive.
And I’m not sure whether I want to escape him…
or claim my throne beside him as His Curvy Queen of Blood

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Prologue

LUCIAN DRAXOS — Don of the Crimson Syndicate

“Show her to me.” I stare down at the polished obsidian mirror on the desk before me. I know using the Crimson Eye to see the little human will weaken me and make my Blood Lust worse—it’s a cursed artifact, which means it can’t give without taking. But I can’t help myself—I need to see her.

I reach into my suit pocket and pull out a miniature dagger, small enough to fit in the palm of my hand. I draw it from its intricate golden sheath and prick the pad of my right forefinger before letting a single drop of blood fall onto the deep black surface of the mirror.

The droplet of crimson sits there for a moment—a single mote in a sea of velvety black. Then the Crimson Eye absorbs it, taking the sacrifice I offered.

A deep ache of anticipation fills me as I watch the blood drop swallowed. After a moment, a circular, scarlet pattern begins. It starts in the center of the mirror and swirls outward until it reaches the edges of the silver frame.

Then…finally, it shows the woman I’ve been longing to see.

There she is—Julia Carter. She’s the one I’ve been looking for—the one the prophecy foretold. This curvy little human is the only one who can at last quench the Blood Lust that’s been burning in me for years. It goes by many names—the Crimson Fever, the Red Madness, the Endless Thirst…and she’s the only cure.

And what a cure she is.

She’s a gorgeous little human with heavy breasts, wide hips, a luscious ass, and thick thighs just made to wrap around a male’s head. She has long, wavy brown hair and big hazel eyes that can look green in some lights and blue in others. Today they look blue because she’s wearing a long sleeved, deep blue blouse that brings out the red highlights in her dark brown hair and makes her skin look creamy.

I love to watch her move…the roll of her hips…the way her breasts shift under the silky top she’s wearing. I wonder how sensitive her nipples are—would she like it if I teased them with my fangs?

But it’s not just her gorgeous full curves that make my cock rock-hard in the trousers of my expensive Luguistano suit. It’s the blood-red aura I see glowing all around her.

That glow indicates the presence of the Sanguis Vita or “Blood Nectar” as my people call it. It’s a rare substance in the blood which makes it richer and more nourishing. The Thirstborn male who drinks from a human woman with the Sanguis Vita in her blood will feel his power and vitality increase tenfold. And a male like myself—one afflicted with the Blood Lust—can be cured by taking regular doses, straight from her vein. Only human women with full, abundant curves have this attribute—unfortunately, they are forbidden here in the Shadow Realm.

Curvy human women—or “Abundant Queens” as we call them here—have special attributes that all those who live here in the Shadow Realm desire. Because of their fuller figures and abundant flesh, they have more magic in their blood—it makes them damn near irresistible to the creatures living here—myself included.

We of the Thirstborn want them for their Sanguis Vita, as I said before. The Demons of The House of Vice covet full-figured women for their ability to increase Lust Magic. The Dragons of the Ashen Hoard want Abundant Queens because they can purify treasure and multiply gold.

And the list goes on. Of the six Factions living here in the Shadow Realm— The Crimson Syndicate, The House of Vice, The Ashen Hoard, The Thorn Cartel, The Ossuary Circle, and The Iron Alliance—every one of us has a special use for human women with abundant curves. We all deal in our own kinds of vice and we all keep to ourselves…until we want the same thing…or the same woman.

In the past, Abundant Queens have been known to cause bloody, devastating wars between the syndicates that lasted for years. Which is why the Magistrate of the Shadow Realm has outlawed them.

Not that I care about any fucking law. Now that I’ve finally found my own Curvy Queen—one with the rare Sanguis Vita—I have to have her.

Julia Carter is going to be mine.

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Jules

JULIE “JULES” CARTER — Accountant at Sutherland and Sons

I’m at work when I feel that itching between my shoulder blades again—that feeling like someone is watching me.

I look around the office, trying to see who it is. Is that creepy Donald Pugh trying to stare down my blouse or up my skirt again? He’s a senior accountant who works on the same floor as me and he’s always sneaking around, trying to get his clammy hands on me.

I tried complaining to HR after the last Christmas party when he got drunk and grabbed my ass, but I was brushed off. The head of HR—who is a man, by the way—hinted that I ought to be happy about the situation. Apparently, the fact that I’m “plus-sized” as he put it, should make me desperate enough to welcome male attention from anyone—even a creep like Donald Pugh. Ugh.

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Fate & Fang (The Bouchers #3) Read Online Nicole Jacquelyn http://www.ilovenovels.com/fate-fang-the-bouchers-3-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Thu, 26 Feb 2026 08:21:08 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/fate-fang-the-bouchers-3-read-online-nicole-jacquelyn Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Nicole Jacquelyn Series: The Bouchers Series by Nicole Jacquelyn
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Total pages in book: 96
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He’d do anything to protect her. She just wants him to stay.

Daniel Boucher has waited over a century to find his fated mate. The moment he hears Rosemary Whitlock’s voice, he knows—she’s it. Smart, capable, and already entangled in vampire affairs, Rosemary is nothing like the fragile human he expected. But with mates being hunted and war brewing in the shadows, Daniel will do whatever it takes to protect her, even if that means keeping her at a distance.

What he doesn’t see is how much that distance is tearing them apart.

Rosemary isn’t new to this world. With mated vampire-human godparents and a lifetime of witnessing what real bonded partnerships look like, Daniel’s sudden disappearances feel less like protection and more like rejection. She’s not the type to sit back and wait to be rescued—and she won’t let herself be left behind.

As the Bouchers close in on a deadly truth, love and loyalty are tested from every side. And if Daniel and Rosemary can’t bridge the growing rift between them, their bond may not survive what’s coming.

Is fate enough to hold them together when everything else is pulling them apart?

Perfect for fans of J.R. Ward and Kresley Cole, this steamy paranormal romance blends fated mates, adventure romance, simmering tension, and a love tested by danger at every turn. Start reading!

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PROLOGUE

Istared at the small dip in the sheet between my baby brother’s head and torso. It didn’t matter that his body was shielded from view. Everyone in the room knew what had been done to his body.

Ezekiel had been tortured. Slowly. Agonizingly. Ripped into pieces like a slab of meat.

My baby brother, who’d driven me crazy since the moment he could crawl, was gone. He’d never again steal my motorcycle and bring it back beaten to hell. He’d never call me over and over again until I agreed to go with him to Egypt or India or Amsterdam on a whim. He’d never steal the edge piece of my mother’s brownies off my plate again, never tackle me from behind on the sparring mats, never grin at me mischievously right before he did something completely unhinged.

I wasn’t sure what death entailed. No one was. It was impossible to know if the end came quickly, like a snap of the fingers, or if it took a while, like drifting to the center of a lake when your raft came unmoored, but whichever it was, I prayed that it had been peaceful. Zeke deserved that much after what he’d gone through.

It felt as if a piece of me had been torn away, and the space left empty gaped wide, the edges ragged.

Rage on a level that I’d never felt before rose in my chest until it felt like I could open my mouth and breathe fire. The room flickered, a red haze clouding my vision for a moment and then disappearing again.

My brother Chance gripped my bicep, giving it a squeeze in warning.

“You have all that you need from him?” my father asked the commandant of Vampire Command.

I’d fought for Arthur Carruthers for years. Bled for him. Killed for him. I’d answered every call and followed every order.

Now, I could barely look at him.

I was done.

I ignored Arthur’s response and everything that followed as I put one foot in front of the other, following my father and brothers out of the morgue. It took every piece of focus I had to climb the stairs and walk through the nondescript building, passing the Vampires working their administrative jobs like the world hadn’t just crashed down around us.

They’d known Zeke had been captured. I would’ve bet every dollar in my accounts that they’d been on their little computers, their fingers flying over their keyboards, searching for any kind of information that would help them get my brother back. They’d analyzed the odds, called in favors, searched records for his team’s strengths and weaknesses, and planned and replanned the rescue mission.

But not one of them had called any of his brothers.

I wished every one of them dead.

The flight home was a blur, and the freedom I usually felt with my hands on the controls and nothing but air and space around me was absent. The only thing I felt was relief that I was closed into the cockpit, away from the grief of the others.

I already knew how things would play out. My mother’s devastation would be overwhelming. My father’s rage would rattle the earth. Ambrose would grow more protective and desperate to find answers. Beau’s disillusionment with the world would grow, and he’d become more distant than he already was. Chance would be unable to contain his need to say the most offensive thoughts that popped into his head, an impulse he’d barely contained before.

None of them would recover. None would ever be the same.

I would have to be the calm in the center of the storm.

I was used to that.

I was the easygoing brother. The hard-to-rattle brother. The kind brother, the friendly brother, the never-caused-a-moment’s-worry brother.

Since the day I turned six years old, I’d trained myself to be all of those things.

I used the silence around me to find the peace I needed. By the time we touched down on the private landing strip at home, I had pushed down every bit of emotion, every agonizing vision of what Zeke had gone through, the urge for vengeance, and the pulsating rage into a small box in the back of my mind.

Only a hundred years of conditioning kept that box from breaking open as I stepped through the cockpit door and realized what my brothers were discussing.

“Do we really believe that this wasn’t a targeted blow?” Chance asked, his eyes landing on each of us quickly, like he couldn’t figure out where to look.

“Fuck no,” Beau replied darkly. “They knew what they were doing.”

“They were trying to figure out what would kill him,” I said quietly. It was the only thing that made sense. “Worked their way through⁠—”

“Enough,” my father barked, his hand slashing through the air. “That’s enough.”

It felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the plane. My ears rang.

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Unhinged (Malus Vampire Family #2) Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.ilovenovels.com/unhinged-malus-vampire-family-2-read-online-emily-goodwin Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:52 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/unhinged-malus-vampire-family-2-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Emily Goodwin Series: Malus Vampire Family Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 95
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She used to hunt monsters.
Now she’s married to one.

Wren Malus never expected to fall in love with a seven-hundred-year-old vampire…especially the powerful, dangerous man she was forced to marry. But Xavier Malus has become her protector, her partner, and the one person she trusts more than anyone in the world.
As the city edges toward chaos and old enemies close in, Wren fights to keep vampires, werewolves, and humans from turning on each other, knowing the fragile peace depends on her.

But when a deadly secret threatens everything she loves, Wren must choose between the life she swore to leave behind and the man she can’t bear to lose

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One

Abead of warm blood drips down my forehead, catching on my eyelashes. My heartbeat reverberates inside my chest and time stops. Devon’s eyes widen and his gaze meets mine for half a second before he collapses onto the ground. I stand there, rooted to the spot, still staring at the place Devon just was.

And then I blink and everything hits me all at once.

“No!” I scream and fall to my knees, hands shaking as I reach for the arrow that’s sticking out of Devon’s chest. All the years of training go out the window and I start to panic. “It’s okay,” I tell him, though by the amount of blood that’s pouring from the wound, I don’t think he will be. The arrow hit him right under his collarbone, missing his heart—I think. “You’re going to be okay.” Tears fill my eyes and I put my hands on the wound, meaning to stop the blood but when I press down, it only makes him bleed more.

Screaming, I jerk my hands back only to reach for him again. He feebly brings a hand up and I freeze, looking into his eyes as he wraps his fingers around mine.

“Stay away from them,” he pants, struggling to say each word. He coughs, sputtering up blood.

“Wren,” someone says, and I feel them coming up behind me.

“He’s not a vampire!” I cry, tears filling my eyes. I blink rapidly and try to remember what you should do when someone has been shot. Put pressure on the wound. Do not remove the arrow. I put my hands back to Devon’s chest. This isn’t the first time I’ve tended to someone gravely injured; in our line of work, you stumble across things like this pretty frequently. But I’ve never seen someone I care about—someone I love—hurt and dying before my eyes.

I can hear Leo and Ryder arguing several paces back and then Antonio’s hand lands on my shoulder. I turn and a mixture of my tears and Devon’s blood drips down my face.

"We thought he was—” Antonio starts, face sickly pale white. He holds my gaze for a moment and then jumps into action, taking off his plaid button-up shirt to use to stop the bleeding. “Keep him with us,” he tells me and I take one bloody hand from Devon’s chest and smooth back his hair.

“Hey,” I say, voice breaking. “You’re going to be fine.”

Devon’s eyes flutter shut and I shake him out of desperation. He’s going to bleed out if we don’t get him to a hospital—or if Xavier doesn’t get here in time.

“Get the car,” Antonio orders and I look up to see Leo and Ryder just standing there.

“I thought he was a vampire,” Ryder says, and I don’t know if he’s talking to me or just out loud to himself. “They said he took you. He was the one who took you.”

“Get the car!” I repeat, my tone shrill. My mind is torn; part is playing through what I should do as a hunter who is unbiased and well trained in intense situations like this. And the other part is panicking and terrified of losing Devon.

“We need to get him to the ER,” Antonio says. “Call 911 but anticipate taking him ourselves.”

His words should calm me, reminding me that we have a plan. But it sends another wave of fear through me: we don’t have the average eight minutes it takes for EMTs to arrive on scene.

“Hey, hey, hey,” I rush out, hands trembling as I watch Devon’s eyes flutter open and shut again. “Stay with me. You’re going to be okay.” I nod, more tears rolling down my face.

“I thought he was a vampire,” Ryder says again in disbelief. My heart is in my throat and I can hear Leo talking to the 911 dispatcher. Antonio presses down harder on the wound and Devon’s body shudders. I close my eyes, unable to look. I’ve never been bothered by anything, no matter how gruesome or gory. But this…I can’t handle this.

And it hits me like a sucker punch to the gut just how much Devon means to me. I’ve kept him at bay because I had to. He’s my brother-in-law. Even if we do end up having a child together, I’m not supposed to have feelings for him. I didn’t want to admit it to myself if I did. But I do, and it’s more complicated than I can comprehend right now. I’m not in love with him the way I’m falling for Xavier—or am I? It doesn’t matter at this moment what’s right or wrong. Which brother I should risk giving my heart to.

But I can’t deny it anymore. Faced with the reality of losing him, my heart is already breaking.

“You’re going to be okay,” I repeat. Everything around us is still and silent, echoing my rapid heartbeat in my ears. I’m aware of too much and nothing at the same time: Leo’s shoes scuffing on the loose gravel of the parking lot. The hum of the bright lights above us. The soft chirping of crickets in the distance. Traffic. Horns honking. The low hum of music from a bar a block or two over.

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Dark Joy – Dark Carpathians Read Online Christine Feehan http://www.ilovenovels.com/dark-joy-dark-carpathians-read-online-christine-feehan Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:23:09 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/dark-joy-dark-carpathians-read-online-christine-feehan Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Christine Feehan Advertisement

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The destinies of an ancient warrior and a reluctant shifter entwine in this riveting novel in Christine Feehan’s #1 New York Times bestselling series that unites Carpathians new and old….

Sarika Silva has come to Peru’s rainforest to learn about her family’s history and her own capabilities as a jaguar shapeshifter. What she finds is a dangerous world out of her nightmares, where jungle shifters and ravenous vampires vie for dominance and a gorgeous, lethal predator is waiting to claim her for his own.
Tomas Smolnycki and his brothers have hunted vampires for centuries. As some of the oldest Carpathians, they are accustomed to seeing the world in unfeeling gray. So Tomas is ill prepared for the emotions that rise like a tidal wave when he hears Sarika’s voice. As his world bursts into color, he knows he has finally found his lifemate—a woman he’s compelled to protect whether she likes it or not.

Despite an attraction to Tomas that defies logic, Sarika has no interest in being bound to anyone. But as an ancient enemy gathers power in the darkness, Carpathians and their lifemates from around the world must come together to fight back. And Tomas and Sarika’s bond could be the one thing that will save them from total destruction

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Just past sunset, a cool breeze slipped through the canopy as Sarika Silva stood on a boulder and peered up at the umbrella of branches far above her head. There was little light on the forest floor, and few plants thriving, yet there were hundreds of years of debris. Ferns and some smaller bushes managed to grow in the dark, dimly lit atmosphere.

She could hear the scurry of lizards and mice, of voles and beetles as they hurried back and forth preparing for the night and the host of predators emerging. She drew in a deep breath, taking in the amazing scents surrounding her. Scores of tree frogs of various species called back and forth to one another.

She held herself very still, trying not to attract attention. She had an unfortunate trait she hadn’t yet found a way to rid herself of. All manner of wildlife found her fascinating. She reciprocated the feeling, which was fine at home when dogs and cats sought her out. Or the occasional bunny. But in the various rainforests she’d visited, the animals had been diverse and often quite dangerous.

It wasn’t in her best interest to draw attention to herself. She’d had monkeys, sloths, capybaras and even gorillas seek her out. There had been ocelots, orangutans and countless other animals that showed up in camp or found her on the trails. Once a Bengal tiger. Herd animals followed her.

The rainforest was moody. Eerie. Mysterious. Beauty and danger went hand in hand in the rainforest. Sarika had spent time working in several around the world. This was her first visit to Peru, and to her shock, she felt as if she’d come home. The emotion was overwhelming, so much so that when she’d first stepped off the boat onto solid ground and made her way to the designated meeting place arranged with her guide, she had felt tears welling up. Her heart accelerated, and every single nerve ending came alive.

Alive. That was the true feeling. She felt intensely alive. It was such a weird, unexpected reaction when she’d spent several years studying the various rainforests. Her interest had begun when she was a little girl. She would read everything she could get her hands on, reading far above her grade level on conservation and especially jaguars and the way they were slowly going extinct. She wanted to find a way to save them, and it became the driving purpose of her education. Never once had she regretted her decision to save the jaguars.

Her hero was T. Smolnycki Sr., the leading expert in the field she was most interested in. She’d read everything he’d written, every paper he had produced. He was a conservationist, a biologist and a mammalogist. No matter how long she’d searched, she’d never managed to find a photo of him—or his son. His son went by T. Smolnycki Jr. When his father retired, he took over his work and became her new hero.

The father and son had worked tirelessly to establish conservation for the rainforests, but more importantly to her, they were passionate about the preservation of large cats, including jaguars. That passion came through in the various articles they had written and the worldwide organization they had founded. She found it interesting that Smolnycki Jr.’s papers sounded so similar to his father’s writing. They had the same turns of phrase, the same eloquence. The research was always impeccable and had held up through the years, as had their conservation ideas.

When she was eight years old, she wrote to Smolnycki Jr. To her shock, he had answered her. They established a correspondence of sorts over the years. He had always encouraged her in her dream of saving the jaguars. He seemed to take her ideas seriously, never chiding her for suggesting various plans to him. At times he would point out very gently why a particular idea wouldn’t work; other times he seemed excited about an idea she’d come up with.

T. Smolnycki Jr. often disappeared for months at a time. He would emerge from the wilderness to write another paper or pertinent article or spearhead the drive for the jaguar corridor spanning countries across the globe. His father had been her idol, and while she respected and admired him, she felt Smolnycki Jr. was more of a friend and mentor.

Sarika had gone into the same field as the two men. As she furthered her education, she became a veterinarian for exotic animals, specializing in cats. Along the way, she rounded out her education by becoming a biologist and conservationist. In the years she was getting her education, she made numerous trips to rainforests around the world, volunteering, studying and working, but she’d always avoided Peru.

Peru was home. Peru was where she’d been born into the world of jaguar shape-shifters. She should have been raised there, but instead, when her mother died in childbirth, her father had kept his son but sent her to be raised by his older brother, who lived in the United States.

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Ogre (Mystic Guardians #5) Read Online Rinda Elliott http://www.ilovenovels.com/ogre-mystic-guardians-5-read-online-rinda-elliott Sun, 01 Feb 2026 09:22:57 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/ogre-mystic-guardians-5-read-online-rinda-elliott Genre: Fantasy/Sci-fi, M-M Romance, Novella, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Rinda Elliott Series: Mystic Guardians Series by Rinda Elliott
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Ogre Dax Grobb might find humans alluring, but he can’t be with one. Not with his size and supernatural strength. He’s on a job when a man he’d noticed is attacked. Dax saves him and there’s such a strong connection, a part of him hopes maybe a soulmate is possible for him after all. But he was wrong about what Everett is. Devastated, he still takes on a job to protect him, knowing that it’s probably the worst decision he’s ever made.

Everett Page has no idea what attacked him in that alley, but with a recent big inheritance, he believes a bodyguard might be a good idea. And he wants Dax. In more ways than one. Too bad, Dax seems to think he’s fragile because of his size. Being underestimated is the last thing Everett needs.

As they slowly figure out just what Everett’s attackers are after, they grow close, and Dax breaks his own rules about humans. He knows with everything in him this man is his soulmate. So what does it mean that Everett can’t be one?

Ogre is a long MM novella set in the Mystic Guardians world, but it can be enjoyed as a standalone. Get ready for an intelligent ogre and a writer who knows exactly what he wants, one who is about to learn there’s so much more to this world than his imagination could have dreamed of

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Dax

Daxington Grobb usually loved the sound of the water splashing against the rocky shore, but tonight each break had him narrowing his eyes and searching the surface of Elliott Bay. He was crouched behind a boat supply building with Emory, his coworker and best friend. Every muscle in his body was taut with readiness.

There was a half moon, but its meager gleam couldn’t compete with all the reflected lights from the city. Boats slowly moved across the surface of the water, and the seagulls were noisy despite the late hour. Though in his experience, the birds were noisy no matter the hour, letting out piercing screams when they felt their nests were threatened.

He often spent time along the bay at night. He liked to study under the lights that were strategically placed around the benches, and with his ogre size, nobody ever bothered him, so it was normally peaceful.

Under tonight’s circumstances, it was not.

Emory’s whisper broke the silence of their hiding spot. “Did Xavier tell you how many people he thinks they’ve taken?”

Dax watched some boat lights coming closer. “Around twenty missing persons, most last seen in this area. The cops are pulling out their hair. The victims are so random, they can’t find any connections.”

“Fuck,” Emory murmured. “I had a hot date tonight, too. Hated cancelling with Jacob.”

Dax didn’t recognize the name, but he hadn’t expected to. His friend was the epitome of non-monogamous. “How long have you known this one?”

Emory chuckled. “Just met him, of course. Was going to be a first date.”

“Since when do you date?” Dax threw him a surprised glance.

“Since he insisted we go out first.” He shrugged. “Worth the time. Guy has legs for days.” He frowned at the water. “Are we sure we’re in the right place?”

Dax nodded, struggling to pinpoint any strange sounds coming from the water over the seagulls’ racket. Xavier, their boss at Protective Solutions, had seen a connection among the disappearances that the police couldn’t. Dax had surmised this for himself as well.

The bay itself.

Xavier suspected kelpies had been coming onto land and carrying humans back into the bay to kill them. Kelpies were some of the worst preternaturals. Nothing more than vicious killers, really, and they were strong fuckers. So he had sent Dax and Emory to watch the shore where the last ones had emerged. Dax because he was strong enough to fight them no matter what form the kelpies took—he was always sent on the jobs that required brute strength—and Emory, the angel, because he was quick, and though he could no longer fly long distances, he could still jump high into the air and attack from above.

But the lights made spotting the preternaturals difficult. They’d been waiting hours now for the creatures to creep out of the beautiful bay.

“I wonder what brought them here,” Emory said after a bit.

Something rippled in the water, and Dax narrowed his eyes to watch, but nothing emerged. “I believe it has something to do with nature’s magic growing stronger. It’s probably drawing more preternaturals to this area. Can’t you feel how strong the ley lines are growing?”

Emory shot him a look, eyebrows raised. “I didn’t know you could.”

“My magic sensory ability is strong. Thought you knew that.”

“I knew it was stronger than mine, but not that you could sense ley lines.” Emory leaned closer, light reflecting off the long blond curls that he’d pulled up into a messy knot. “Can you sense how powerful Xavier is? Because what we saw him do to that wizard in Arizona…” He trailed off before giving a light shudder. “I’ll be honest—it scared the shit out of me.”

Xavier had stripped a warper wizard of his magic, surprising them all. The kind of power that took was beyond most preternatural’s imagination. He could not strip Dax’s strength nor intelligence, so it hadn’t scared him, just shocked him. But Emory’s abilities were more magical in nature. He could understand all languages and move objects with his mind. At one time, he’d been able to fly but some renegade angels had changed all that when they’d clipped his wings. Xavier could take those powers, so Dax understood his friend’s uneasiness. “I can sense his power to a degree. I believe he masks his full abilities.”

Emory nodded. “Yeah, I got that feeling, too. I’m also starting to wonder if he had other reasons for bringing us all into the company.”

Dax lifted an eyebrow. Not over the statement, per se, but more over the fact that Emory was pondering something so deep. Something Dax himself had been mulling. “Like what?”

“No idea, it’s just a feeling. Everyone he’s hired does have a specific talent, so I’m probably wondering that for nothing.”

The water rippled again, and this time, black tentacles slowly slid out as if to test the air. One large one crept onto the shore, thick and dark, with suckers that pulsed off its surface.

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Twisted (Malus Vampire Family #1) Read Online Emily Goodwin http://www.ilovenovels.com/twisted-malus-vampire-family-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Wed, 19 Nov 2025 18:27:58 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/twisted-malus-vampire-family-1-read-online-emily-goodwin Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Emily Goodwin Series: Malus Vampire Family Series by Emily Goodwin
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Total pages in book: 111
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Wren Russo has always been an outsider. The only witch ever to be raised among the Order of the Mystic Realm, she has spent her life hunting demons alongside a family who doesn’t fully accept her. But nothing could prepare her for the ultimate betrayal of being handed over as part of a centuries-old pact to the most feared vampire family in the Malus Family.

Trapped in a gilded cage, Wren begins to unravel secrets buried for centuries about her own bloodline, the Order’s dark bargains, and the Malus family’s true intentions…especially Xavier Malus, the oldest and most powerful vampire in the Malus family. Xavier takes an unexpected interest in Wren, demanding she marry him in a political move to appease the Vampire Council. The more time she spends with him, the more she risks her hatred turning into passion. Will she see him as anything other than the monster he is?

Because in a game where bloodlines are currency and love can be the deadliest weakness of all, one wrong choice could mean the end—not just for Wren, but for everyone she’s ever sworn to protect

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CHAPTER 1

This is, by far, the most boring funeral I’ve ever been to. And as a member of the Order of the Mystic Realm, I’ve been to my fair share. This is no demon hunter’s funeral, as evidenced by the middle-aged women sitting in the front row, shoulders shaking as they silently cry.

There’s no crying at a hunter’s funeral. Instead, there are at least two drunken fights, tales of fighting monsters with someone trying to top whatever story was just told. Usually, some sort of knife-throwing competition starts followed by another drunken fight before the mood turns somber and we gather around our fallen comrade in a silent reverie, remembering the good times while trying not to process the fact that it could very easily be us lying there in a wooden coffin, about to be set ablaze.

But no, this is just a boring, run of the mill Christian service taking place in an outdated funeral home with one too many Febreze scented plug-ins trying to cover up the smell of water-damaged carpet and the sewage-leaking toilet in the reception area.

Yawning, I roll my neck and look around at the crowd gathered to honor Robert Henderson, who died “too soon” at the young age of fifty-four, leaving behind his wife and two kids. Part of me wants to put my hand over my stomach, go up to the casket and cry about how Bobby will never get to meet his unborn child or leave his wife like he promised, just to add some excitement to this joint.

Deciding that I’d rather just get through this service as fast as I can with no distractions, I let out a bored sigh, earning a glare from an elderly woman in the row in front of me. She quickly darts her gaze from my face to my body, no doubt taking in the fact that I’m wearing workout clothes to a funeral. But hey, my pants and matching crop top are black at least, a very respectable color if you ask me.

My expression changes from one of someone watching paint dry to that of someone sad to have lost such a good running buddy as Bobby. Which is my cover story for how I know him. It’s ironic, really, that Robert Henderson—known as Bobby to his friends—joined a running club three months ago only to drop dead of a heart attack in the middle of his office on a random Tuesday. The cleaning lady found him three hours after the office closed for the night, slumped over his desk.

I wonder if his wife thought he was having an affair. Did she have his location shared on her phone? Was she cursing his name and sending him nasty text messages, accusing him of doing something wrong when really he was face down in a puddle of dried drool, dead as a doornail? She probably wished it was an affair when she got the news he was dead. Though if he were my husband, a heart attack would be better than cheating on me. No man hurts me and gets away unscathed.

And I also wonder if the demon residing in Bobby’s body is as bored as I am, listening to the sermon droning on and on for what feels like forever. I have to suppress a laugh as I imagine the stiff, embalmed body suddenly sitting up. Normally, the most startling part about a person possessed by a demon is how their eyes are inked over from demonic energy. But if Bobby was properly embalmed, then eyelid caps would be over whatever is left of his eyeballs. Would the demon flick them off? Maybe they’d just fall off on their own.

I’ve encountered demons who have possessed dead bodies—which is lazy, if you ask me—but not a body that’s been laid out for a viewing like this. It was smart, perhaps, for the demon to slip into a body as it was being wheeled to the morgue. And it was smarter to lay low, waiting through the whole embalming process, laying still inside the empty body as it was washed and dressed for today. Smart, but not smart enough to evade my locator spell.

My phone dings with a text, and I make a face, silently apologizing to the same woman who judged me for wearing workout clothes. Really, they’re practical and comfortable, which is a winning combination in my book. And talk about unassuming. Did I just come back from a Pilates class and now I’m on my way to meet the other housewives for organic, gluten-free, non GMO, sugar-free, low carb smoothies or did I just cut the heart out of a forest hag who’s been terrorizing a small village in the Appalachian backwoods, where everyone knows the myths but not how to kill the monsters that lurk in the dark?

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Ivan Vorlok was once a powerful prince. But betrayal broke his world and took the only thing that made him human. His wife.

Now, for centuries, he lived in the shadows, a monster of myth and whispered superstition. Blood was his only solace, violence his only language.

Eternity was his curse.

In rage and despair, Ivan gave himself to the darkness, trading his soul for immortality and becoming something monstrous in the hopes one day his one true love would return to him.

He was now a monster who killed in her memory just to ease the undying pain her absence left.

And then there was Clara. An identical reincarnation of his wife, Mircalla. She bore a new name, a new life without the memories of them he held, but her soul was the same. He’s found her again, and this time, he wouldn’t let her go.

Clara feared him. Yet beneath the terror was something else—an echo of what they once were to each other. He was her captor, but soon, she’d remember who they truly were to each other.

Their story was one of obsession and betrayal, but underneath all of it was a love so relentless it defied death itself.

A dark gothic, and romantic reimagining where Dracula meets Nosferatu.

Their story was one of obsession and betrayal, but underneath all of it was a love so relentless it defied death itself.

*A dark gothic, and romantic reimagining where Dracula meets Nosferatu

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PROLOGUE

CLARA

The word still echoed in my ears long after it had left my lips.

Monster.

I should have felt safer for saying it out loud, like naming the thing that haunted me would strip away its power. But all my whispering did was thicken the air between us.

The word—the truth—seemed to seep into the walls themselves, swallowed and repeated back in silence.

Though I had seen him—seen the reality of his true identity, his claws and teeth were made for nothing but rending—I couldn’t deny I didn’t feel the type of terror I should.

And then there was something else—this pull. This molten throb in my body. A demon from nightmares stood before me, yet every nerve inside me ached for him like he was the only thing left on earth I needed.

That was what terrified me.

Ivan didn’t react to my accusation. In fact, the corner of his mouth curved faintly, an expression that wasn’t quite a smile. His head cocked slightly, the same gesture I’d seen reflected, but here in the flesh, it was slower, deliberate, almost curious.

“You see clearly, then,” he murmured. “I wondered how long it would take.”

The sound of his voice—too smooth, too deep—crawled down my spine and left me trembling. I forced myself to straighten my shoulders and tilt my chin up, though my legs shook.

“You’re… you’re a monster,” I said again, my voice holding more weight to it.

His dark eyes glinted, unreadable in the fire's glow. “You think naming me gives you power.”

“Doesn’t it?” I asked, though even to my ears, it sounded thin.

His smile widened then, revealing a hint of sharp white teeth that belonged to the reflection more than to the man. “No, Clara. It only makes you mine differently.”

I swallowed hard, clutching the thin blanket against me. My throat was so tight the next words almost broke on their way out. “What do you want? Like, what do you really want?”

His gaze raked me slowly, deliberately, and though I hated myself for it, my body warmed even more beneath the weight of his attention. He didn’t need to touch me to strip me bare, I realized.

“You already know. You can feel it.”

He wanted me. But for what? I rocked my head, desperate for denial, for something solid to cling to.

He smiled, and although I looked at the man before me, his monstrous visage stayed rooted in my mind.

I spun away from him and crossed the room, desperate to put space between us. My bare feet slapped the stone, but no matter how far I moved, the oppressive sense of him filled the chamber.

“Stay away from me,” I hissed, my voice breaking, betraying how close I was to sobbing.

“From you?” he said softly, behind me now, though I hadn’t heard him move. “You think I will,” he growled. “You think I could?”

I spun, trying to keep him in front of me, my heart pounding against my ribs. The fire painted shadows across his face, ones that hinted at the demonic visage beneath, the evil I’d seen in the mirror. My chest ached with something I didn’t understand.

I retreated until my back met the cold stone. The impact jarred me but also grounded me. I pressed my palms flat to the wall at my sides; the blanket falling from my grasp. “You can terrify me all you want,” I whispered, my breath shaking, “but I’ll never be what you want. I’ll never be yours.”

Ivan’s expression was one of certainty. “My little one,” he crooned, and the tone of his voice struck something deep inside of me. “You’ve always belonged to me. You just didn’t realize it.”

I bit back the sharp retort on my tongue. I didn’t want to anger him. I didn’t know what he was capable of. He stepped forward, slowly, purposefully, until the space between us hummed with his presence. My body betrayed me again, shivering not with fear or from the cold stone I was pressed against but with an arousal that disgusted me.

He inhaled deeply, nostrils flaring as if to savor the scent of my shame. Oh, God… Ivan could smell what he did to me.

“There it is,” he whispered. “The truth you try to hide.” He smirked. I hated how handsome he was. “You can lie with your lips, but your body will always betray you.”

CHAPTER ONE

CLARA

The train rattled softly as it wound its way through the countryside. I rested my head on the window and looked on, the faint sound of wheels against tracks a steady backdrop to my thoughts.

I watched as the sprawling fields and clusters of trees blurred by and faded into the horizon. The scenery looked nothing like London—nothing familiar or what I was used to—but somehow it felt like it this was exactly where I was supposed to be.

It felt like I was going back to a place I should have always been, like I was finally finding the perfect soil to grow my roots. I’d grown up hearing stories about this area from my parents and maternal grandparents. The village I was moving to was tucked away in Eastern Europe—the same place where my family had once lived.

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