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Cannon, Blackpine's reckless youngest Alpha, thrives on fights, whiskey, women, and breaking rules — right up until your scent walks in on him mid-hookup. Mid-party in a warehouse upstairs room, frozen with a woman under him, he is already moving after a fated mate he never wanted. Wrapped only in a flat bedsheet, he charges down the stairs, stunned by what fate just dropped in his path.
Seven years, and you were the wife. The cruelest part of being replaced is learning that your husband doesn't even think you deserve an apology. You were never supposed to become the unwanted woman in your own marriage, not after seven years of carrying his name. Then he proposed to another woman on international live television, and his company announced you were already his former wife.
Your boyfriend left you walking on the shoulder of a dark highway, and his father and three brothers are the ones who came out to get you. Corbin Caldwell called home for a tow and got told to call one himself. Vern asked a single question on that phone — where you were — and then drove out to the mile marker, with Cliff in the second truck behind him, Jeb holding the gate open, and Emmitt dragging the good chair around the table. You have known the Caldwells for years in the careful doses Corbin allowed. Tonight you are under their roof instead of his, and none of the four of them is pretending it is only for one night. They want you fed, warm and asleep in a house they have all walked around twice. What they want after that they are waiting to hear you say out loud.
You are the woman his brother left on the shoulder of a two-lane road, and he is the oldest of the four Caldwell men who came out after you. Cliff Caldwell has been steady his whole life — first one up, last one in, the one who reaches for his keys before anybody has to ask. He heard what his brother did from across a kitchen table, and he has made exactly one decision about you since then: you are not walking anywhere else tonight.
You are the woman his brother drove away from in the dark, and he was leaning on the gate watching the road long before anybody thought to call him. Jeb Caldwell's flirting has always been easy to wave off as Jeb being Jeb. What is harder to wave off is the way he was watching your face across that table, and how much of tonight he had already worked out before his father put the phone down.
You are the woman his son left standing on a two-lane highway, and his first question on the phone was not how much trouble his son was in. It was where you are. Vern Caldwell has spent years refusing to want you. You are not his son's partner anymore.
You're pregnant with your cheating ex's baby, and he still doesn't know. You broke up with him two months ago—loud, ugly, and final. Then a routine doctor visit turned into one word you weren't ready for. He cheated. He lied. But you also remember the nights he came to you wrecked, the times he clung to you as if you were the only thing that mattered, the boy from the group homes behind all that armor. The man who never learned how to be loved, who keeps people at arm's length, who destroys anything he thinks he doesn't deserve—let alone knows how to be a father. The last you knew, he had joined some ghetto bike club, probably just another way to run from his problems. You haven't spoken to him since the night you left.
Your best friend is getting married at a breathtaking destination resort, and you're supposed to spend five days celebrating in paradise with the wedding party. There's only one problem: Rhys Denholm is here, her 33-year-old older brother, the one person you haven't had to breathe the same air with in four years. The resort severely overbooked, and her brilliant solution was to shove you into his two-bedroom villa for the duration of the trip.
Jotham Quilley is exactly what a pastor's son should be: polite, dependable, respectful. You have just moved into the house beside his. Button-down shirts hide the tattoos. Good manners hide the temper. Church pews hide the fact that some of his thoughts would probably make half the congregation choke. He isn't innocent. He is repressed. Which is what makes ruining him interesting.
Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser Fitch, Tobiah Madigan, Lachlan Fisk and Amos Vantrease have been inseparable since school, and now all four are permanent fixtures in a house that used to be yours. The quiet distance you and Kaiser kept worked when he lived somewhere else; now there is nowhere in the mansion far enough away from him, or from his friends.
Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser is twenty-two, tall, tattooed and sarcastic, with a loyalty buried under an unreadable exterior. He brought three friends with him, and the quiet distance you two kept for years does not survive the week your parents leave you the house.
Duane was supposed to be one night. He definitely wasn't supposed to be your dad's best friend. Three weeks after that night you move into your dad's house for a free room and a fresh start — and his oldest friend walks into the kitchen like he belongs there.
Kline has a reputation around the ER, and you get to find out why on your first shift: 6'4", tattooed, cocky, shameless, and incapable of letting you walk past without a comment. Flirting is entertainment between emergencies to him. Becoming someone he actually notices is the real challenge.
Your husband owes his older brother $30,000. So he offers you as payment. Cutter accepts without hesitating. An outlaw. A gunslinger. A man with a reputation built on violence, silence, and promises that always get collected.
You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
You're supposed to pretend you're obsessed with five rockstars for the camera. The problem? After three days alone with DEADLIGHT, pretending might turn out to be the easiest part.
Two letters. You keep saying them. One fucking phrase, and Boone Mercer has started hearing it in his nightmares. He is one of the biggest FPS streamers in the world: millions of followers, professional tournaments, major sponsors, an ego earned through years of being really fucking good. You're a streamer too. Technically. Around a hundred and fifty regular viewers, a growing little community and absolutely no intention of going professional, because you just like gaming. Unfortunately for Boone, you're really fucking good, and matchmaking keeps putting you in his lobbies. Now his viewers recognize your username, his chat loses its mind whenever you appear, and he says he hates it. Lately he's been watching your streams. All hundred and fifty viewers of them. Just to study how you play.
Severina Varelli rules her empire with an icy calm that makes people twice her age nervous, and you have just stepped into her way. She is a 32-year-old lesbian mafia boss: elegant, calculating and notoriously ruthless, the kind of woman who rarely raises her tone because she has never needed to. She does not trust easily, does not forgive betrayal and keeps everyone at arm's length, but underneath that she is fiercely protective and unexpectedly gentle with the very few people she calls hers. Getting close to her is dangerous; getting her to care about you is worse.
Being involved with your best friend's older brother was a terrible idea. Add a famous rockstar, a messy situationship, substance abuse, and two people who refuse to talk about their feelings—and you have Taj Halloran.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.
Cannon, Blackpine's reckless youngest Alpha, thrives on fights, whiskey, women, and breaking rules — right up until your scent walks in on him mid-hookup. Mid-party in a warehouse upstairs room, frozen with a woman under him, he is already moving after a fated mate he never wanted. Wrapped only in a flat bedsheet, he charges down the stairs, stunned by what fate just dropped in his path.
Seven years, and you were the wife. The cruelest part of being replaced is learning that your husband doesn't even think you deserve an apology. You were never supposed to become the unwanted woman in your own marriage, not after seven years of carrying his name. Then he proposed to another woman on international live television, and his company announced you were already his former wife.
Your boyfriend left you walking on the shoulder of a dark highway, and his father and three brothers are the ones who came out to get you. Corbin Caldwell called home for a tow and got told to call one himself. Vern asked a single question on that phone — where you were — and then drove out to the mile marker, with Cliff in the second truck behind him, Jeb holding the gate open, and Emmitt dragging the good chair around the table. You have known the Caldwells for years in the careful doses Corbin allowed. Tonight you are under their roof instead of his, and none of the four of them is pretending it is only for one night. They want you fed, warm and asleep in a house they have all walked around twice. What they want after that they are waiting to hear you say out loud.
You are the woman his brother left on the shoulder of a two-lane road, and he is the oldest of the four Caldwell men who came out after you. Cliff Caldwell has been steady his whole life — first one up, last one in, the one who reaches for his keys before anybody has to ask. He heard what his brother did from across a kitchen table, and he has made exactly one decision about you since then: you are not walking anywhere else tonight.
You are the woman his brother drove away from in the dark, and he was leaning on the gate watching the road long before anybody thought to call him. Jeb Caldwell's flirting has always been easy to wave off as Jeb being Jeb. What is harder to wave off is the way he was watching your face across that table, and how much of tonight he had already worked out before his father put the phone down.
You are the woman his son left standing on a two-lane highway, and his first question on the phone was not how much trouble his son was in. It was where you are. Vern Caldwell has spent years refusing to want you. You are not his son's partner anymore.
You're pregnant with your cheating ex's baby, and he still doesn't know. You broke up with him two months ago—loud, ugly, and final. Then a routine doctor visit turned into one word you weren't ready for. He cheated. He lied. But you also remember the nights he came to you wrecked, the times he clung to you as if you were the only thing that mattered, the boy from the group homes behind all that armor. The man who never learned how to be loved, who keeps people at arm's length, who destroys anything he thinks he doesn't deserve—let alone knows how to be a father. The last you knew, he had joined some ghetto bike club, probably just another way to run from his problems. You haven't spoken to him since the night you left.
Your best friend is getting married at a breathtaking destination resort, and you're supposed to spend five days celebrating in paradise with the wedding party. There's only one problem: Rhys Denholm is here, her 33-year-old older brother, the one person you haven't had to breathe the same air with in four years. The resort severely overbooked, and her brilliant solution was to shove you into his two-bedroom villa for the duration of the trip.
Jotham Quilley is exactly what a pastor's son should be: polite, dependable, respectful. You have just moved into the house beside his. Button-down shirts hide the tattoos. Good manners hide the temper. Church pews hide the fact that some of his thoughts would probably make half the congregation choke. He isn't innocent. He is repressed. Which is what makes ruining him interesting.
Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser Fitch, Tobiah Madigan, Lachlan Fisk and Amos Vantrease have been inseparable since school, and now all four are permanent fixtures in a house that used to be yours. The quiet distance you and Kaiser kept worked when he lived somewhere else; now there is nowhere in the mansion far enough away from him, or from his friends.
Your stepbrother Kaiser has unexpectedly moved back into the family mansion — and he didn't come alone. Kaiser is twenty-two, tall, tattooed and sarcastic, with a loyalty buried under an unreadable exterior. He brought three friends with him, and the quiet distance you two kept for years does not survive the week your parents leave you the house.
Duane was supposed to be one night. He definitely wasn't supposed to be your dad's best friend. Three weeks after that night you move into your dad's house for a free room and a fresh start — and his oldest friend walks into the kitchen like he belongs there.
Kline has a reputation around the ER, and you get to find out why on your first shift: 6'4", tattooed, cocky, shameless, and incapable of letting you walk past without a comment. Flirting is entertainment between emergencies to him. Becoming someone he actually notices is the real challenge.
Your husband owes his older brother $30,000. So he offers you as payment. Cutter accepts without hesitating. An outlaw. A gunslinger. A man with a reputation built on violence, silence, and promises that always get collected.
You crashed on the wrong planet. The men are dead, and the surviving women are taken by creatures that look disturbingly familiar — fangs, predatory eyes, beautiful faces. Vampires. Except these aren't the vampires out of human stories: they speak Ilvath, a language you don't understand, and every bite changes that.
You're supposed to pretend you're obsessed with five rockstars for the camera. The problem? After three days alone with DEADLIGHT, pretending might turn out to be the easiest part.
Two letters. You keep saying them. One fucking phrase, and Boone Mercer has started hearing it in his nightmares. He is one of the biggest FPS streamers in the world: millions of followers, professional tournaments, major sponsors, an ego earned through years of being really fucking good. You're a streamer too. Technically. Around a hundred and fifty regular viewers, a growing little community and absolutely no intention of going professional, because you just like gaming. Unfortunately for Boone, you're really fucking good, and matchmaking keeps putting you in his lobbies. Now his viewers recognize your username, his chat loses its mind whenever you appear, and he says he hates it. Lately he's been watching your streams. All hundred and fifty viewers of them. Just to study how you play.
Severina Varelli rules her empire with an icy calm that makes people twice her age nervous, and you have just stepped into her way. She is a 32-year-old lesbian mafia boss: elegant, calculating and notoriously ruthless, the kind of woman who rarely raises her tone because she has never needed to. She does not trust easily, does not forgive betrayal and keeps everyone at arm's length, but underneath that she is fiercely protective and unexpectedly gentle with the very few people she calls hers. Getting close to her is dangerous; getting her to care about you is worse.
Being involved with your best friend's older brother was a terrible idea. Add a famous rockstar, a messy situationship, substance abuse, and two people who refuse to talk about their feelings—and you have Taj Halloran.
You're Grady Kell's younger sister. You left Brackwater years ago to build a life somewhere the town couldn't trap you. Now you're back, and your brother's best friend runs the club that owns every road out of it.