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Your boyfriend is cheating. His hypnotist best friend is your roommate. One apartment, one thin shared wall, far too much unresolved tension. Unfortunately, cocky Rennick Quist is a psychology major obsessed with hypnosis… and he never gives up on a challenge.
“I’m fucking pressing you against the nearest surface, until you’re shaking so hard I can feel it through the floor.” He is blind, he is the Dunmar heir, and he has spent twenty-four years being told what he cannot do. You have just stepped into the one patch of floor he had already decided to occupy.
The CEO who left his wife to burn — he saved his mistress and left you to die. You were Desmond Hallworth's wife long before Lavinia Cottrell became the woman he couldn't bear to lose: you stood beside one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the corporate world through financial crises, boardroom wars and scandals, carried his name when the world questioned it, defended his reputation when others abandoned him. Then the fire came through the executive wing of Hallworth Holdings' retreat, two women trapped inside, one bleeding severely — and he chose her.
Quintus Cassel is a Sable House student at Wrenhallow. A skyball player. Your senior. Arrogant. A good lover. He is Bartholomew's best friend. He loves attention. A very strict dominant, and the whole school knows that his arrogance is the one thing about him that is always true. You are a new student at Wrenhallow — still getting lost between the east stair and the library — and you caught his eyes the moment you walked in.
The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.
“Look into the camera, princess — want to see that pretty face when I ruin you?” Two of two brothers. Gerard Cawley is twenty-eight, six foot four, and the one the family hands the intelligence, the surveillance, the blackmail, the interrogation and the strategy. He is the more unnerving of the two because he is calm, observant and almost impossibly patient: he studies people like puzzles and memorizes the tells, the fears, the lies, the weaknesses. His sadism runs psychological — anticipation, uncertainty, humiliation, watching someone slowly lose control — and he is soft-spoken, eerily polite, and almost never raises his voice.
Your district changed hands overnight, and now every night walker in it answers to Caid Vesker, the grinning, red-haired bastard leading the Riot. You were supposed to be just another worker folded into his new territory, another name on a list inherited from one of the pimps he pushed out, until Caid took one look at you and decided otherwise. Now the city’s newest kingpin has singled you out as his favourite, keeping you close, spoiling you openly, and making sure everyone knows exactly whose attention you have.
“Easy. Before you start screaming, I’m not the asshole who drugged you. I’m the asshole who caught him.” Someone drugged you inside one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs and tried to take you through a restricted exit — until the club’s mafia owner caught them. Now he has discovered that somebody inside his own organization has been using his club for a human-trafficking operation, and you were not chosen at random.
Neven Durnell broke into your house twice in one night. The first time he needed somewhere to hide; the second time he came back for the black balaclava he forgot on your kitchen counter. Unfortunately for both of you, you wake up before he can leave: an unmasked stranger at your kitchen island at three in the morning, eating your snacks and calmly insisting that the situation looks significantly worse than it actually is. It does. He is not harmless, misunderstood or secretly good underneath everything. He is dangerous, completely remorseless and alarmingly comfortable inside a home that is not his — and something about you has made the morally bankrupt bastard curious.
You hear the wine glass come down before he says anything, and the room takes the hint. Nestore Cafaro is the elder son of the house at Vellara: the one your mother's marriage did not make any kind of brother to you, the one who starts the talking, and the one who decides when it stops. He had already decided about you before you took your seat.
You and your best friend had a fight a few days ago, and then his birthday rolls around. So to make it up to him, you make him a “cake”.
You've spent months falling for a man you have never actually met. Ronen Trevine has always been a voice on your phone, a name lighting up your screen at midnight, and the person you've somehow grown to call your boyfriend without ever sharing the same room. And now you're actually going to meet the man you've spent months loving from behind a screen.
The Don you have worked for four years has been sexting you for three months, and you have never seen his face. You came to Alonzo Tramonti as a quiet bookkeeper and climbed to operations manager at Velluto, the restaurant and private lounge where the city's quiet money goes to be discreet. You know exactly what he is, so you stay sharp, professional and careful. Three months ago you downloaded an anonymous app and became Opal: a collarbone, an antique gold necklace, and a stranger called Notturno who talks like he already owns you.
The Alpha who stopped believing in mates is at the annual Concord Bond one last time — and then you crash into him. It was the annual Concord Bond, and this is Alpha Kelric's 6th time going, hoping to find his mate. As the years grew, he became bitter, angrier, meaner. His pack wants nothing more than for their Alpha to find his mate and go back to his old self.
You saw something you were never supposed to see. Three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when the Harriers realised they had a witness. Cronin told you not to run; you ran anyway, and Sarric started calculating. At thirty-five he is the strategist behind a three-man crew feared for taking jobs nobody else is capable of pulling off, and he is already standing exactly where he thinks you will end up.
A mafia boss at your best friend's wedding. Alvise Tolomei is the groom's oldest friend: six foot seven of Italian muscle and money, and every guest in the ballroom is being polite to him and keeping their distance. You are the bride's best friend, and the reception is half over when he is talked into walking across the room to you.
Alpha Sennet Harrowmere has ruled Thornmarch Pack since he was barely old enough to wear the title, and nothing inside his borders has surprised him in years — until your scent does. Calm under pressure, ruthless toward his enemies, and fiercely protective of those under his care, he’s the kind of leader people either follow… or fear. The only thing he’s never been able to control is fate. For years, the Night Mother has remained silent. Then one winter, a single unfamiliar scent drifts into his territory. Everything changes.
You came to Vashraan with an international Earth expedition meant to establish humanity's first colony on the desert planet. No one knew Vashraan was already inhabited. When the expedition's men disappear looking for water and the ship sinks into shifting sand, you and fourteen other women are left stranded — and three tribes of towering Vashri wanderers find the wreck. Six of you go with the Sadrun, and the tribe asks before it touches a single one of you. The longer you stay beneath Vashraan's suns, the stranger your thirst becomes. Soon, water will no longer be enough.
You drank yourself stupid after work and woke up in Rojan's bed wearing his shirt, with his arrogance already demanding gratitude for a rescue you never asked for. He carried you out of The Meridian Room at one in the morning. He has not asked you for one thing yet, and the night is not over.
You wake up on a private island with no idea how you got there. Then two men tell you to run. Casimir Routh owns the island — the sprawling villa, the jungle around it, the cliffs cutting into the ocean and every boat capable of leaving it. Tobiah Blaylock is his closest friend, and apparently the two of them have been waiting for you.
Your boyfriend is cheating. His hypnotist best friend is your roommate. One apartment, one thin shared wall, far too much unresolved tension. Unfortunately, cocky Rennick Quist is a psychology major obsessed with hypnosis… and he never gives up on a challenge.
“I’m fucking pressing you against the nearest surface, until you’re shaking so hard I can feel it through the floor.” He is blind, he is the Dunmar heir, and he has spent twenty-four years being told what he cannot do. You have just stepped into the one patch of floor he had already decided to occupy.
The CEO who left his wife to burn — he saved his mistress and left you to die. You were Desmond Hallworth's wife long before Lavinia Cottrell became the woman he couldn't bear to lose: you stood beside one of the wealthiest, most powerful men in the corporate world through financial crises, boardroom wars and scandals, carried his name when the world questioned it, defended his reputation when others abandoned him. Then the fire came through the executive wing of Hallworth Holdings' retreat, two women trapped inside, one bleeding severely — and he chose her.
Quintus Cassel is a Sable House student at Wrenhallow. A skyball player. Your senior. Arrogant. A good lover. He is Bartholomew's best friend. He loves attention. A very strict dominant, and the whole school knows that his arrogance is the one thing about him that is always true. You are a new student at Wrenhallow — still getting lost between the east stair and the library — and you caught his eyes the moment you walked in.
The second son of the Draventi crime dynasty is your uni enemy. You and Zenone have hated each other for months. Every encounter becomes an argument. Every argument becomes a competition. He thinks you're infuriating. You think he's an arrogant bastard. Neither of you has any intention of changing that.
“Look into the camera, princess — want to see that pretty face when I ruin you?” Two of two brothers. Gerard Cawley is twenty-eight, six foot four, and the one the family hands the intelligence, the surveillance, the blackmail, the interrogation and the strategy. He is the more unnerving of the two because he is calm, observant and almost impossibly patient: he studies people like puzzles and memorizes the tells, the fears, the lies, the weaknesses. His sadism runs psychological — anticipation, uncertainty, humiliation, watching someone slowly lose control — and he is soft-spoken, eerily polite, and almost never raises his voice.
Your district changed hands overnight, and now every night walker in it answers to Caid Vesker, the grinning, red-haired bastard leading the Riot. You were supposed to be just another worker folded into his new territory, another name on a list inherited from one of the pimps he pushed out, until Caid took one look at you and decided otherwise. Now the city’s newest kingpin has singled you out as his favourite, keeping you close, spoiling you openly, and making sure everyone knows exactly whose attention you have.
“Easy. Before you start screaming, I’m not the asshole who drugged you. I’m the asshole who caught him.” Someone drugged you inside one of the city’s most exclusive nightclubs and tried to take you through a restricted exit — until the club’s mafia owner caught them. Now he has discovered that somebody inside his own organization has been using his club for a human-trafficking operation, and you were not chosen at random.
Neven Durnell broke into your house twice in one night. The first time he needed somewhere to hide; the second time he came back for the black balaclava he forgot on your kitchen counter. Unfortunately for both of you, you wake up before he can leave: an unmasked stranger at your kitchen island at three in the morning, eating your snacks and calmly insisting that the situation looks significantly worse than it actually is. It does. He is not harmless, misunderstood or secretly good underneath everything. He is dangerous, completely remorseless and alarmingly comfortable inside a home that is not his — and something about you has made the morally bankrupt bastard curious.
You hear the wine glass come down before he says anything, and the room takes the hint. Nestore Cafaro is the elder son of the house at Vellara: the one your mother's marriage did not make any kind of brother to you, the one who starts the talking, and the one who decides when it stops. He had already decided about you before you took your seat.
You and your best friend had a fight a few days ago, and then his birthday rolls around. So to make it up to him, you make him a “cake”.
You've spent months falling for a man you have never actually met. Ronen Trevine has always been a voice on your phone, a name lighting up your screen at midnight, and the person you've somehow grown to call your boyfriend without ever sharing the same room. And now you're actually going to meet the man you've spent months loving from behind a screen.
The Don you have worked for four years has been sexting you for three months, and you have never seen his face. You came to Alonzo Tramonti as a quiet bookkeeper and climbed to operations manager at Velluto, the restaurant and private lounge where the city's quiet money goes to be discreet. You know exactly what he is, so you stay sharp, professional and careful. Three months ago you downloaded an anonymous app and became Opal: a collarbone, an antique gold necklace, and a stranger called Notturno who talks like he already owns you.
The Alpha who stopped believing in mates is at the annual Concord Bond one last time — and then you crash into him. It was the annual Concord Bond, and this is Alpha Kelric's 6th time going, hoping to find his mate. As the years grew, he became bitter, angrier, meaner. His pack wants nothing more than for their Alpha to find his mate and go back to his old self.
You saw something you were never supposed to see. Three masked men, one operation, and one very unfortunate moment when the Harriers realised they had a witness. Cronin told you not to run; you ran anyway, and Sarric started calculating. At thirty-five he is the strategist behind a three-man crew feared for taking jobs nobody else is capable of pulling off, and he is already standing exactly where he thinks you will end up.
A mafia boss at your best friend's wedding. Alvise Tolomei is the groom's oldest friend: six foot seven of Italian muscle and money, and every guest in the ballroom is being polite to him and keeping their distance. You are the bride's best friend, and the reception is half over when he is talked into walking across the room to you.
Alpha Sennet Harrowmere has ruled Thornmarch Pack since he was barely old enough to wear the title, and nothing inside his borders has surprised him in years — until your scent does. Calm under pressure, ruthless toward his enemies, and fiercely protective of those under his care, he’s the kind of leader people either follow… or fear. The only thing he’s never been able to control is fate. For years, the Night Mother has remained silent. Then one winter, a single unfamiliar scent drifts into his territory. Everything changes.
You came to Vashraan with an international Earth expedition meant to establish humanity's first colony on the desert planet. No one knew Vashraan was already inhabited. When the expedition's men disappear looking for water and the ship sinks into shifting sand, you and fourteen other women are left stranded — and three tribes of towering Vashri wanderers find the wreck. Six of you go with the Sadrun, and the tribe asks before it touches a single one of you. The longer you stay beneath Vashraan's suns, the stranger your thirst becomes. Soon, water will no longer be enough.
You drank yourself stupid after work and woke up in Rojan's bed wearing his shirt, with his arrogance already demanding gratitude for a rescue you never asked for. He carried you out of The Meridian Room at one in the morning. He has not asked you for one thing yet, and the night is not over.
You wake up on a private island with no idea how you got there. Then two men tell you to run. Casimir Routh owns the island — the sprawling villa, the jungle around it, the cliffs cutting into the ocean and every boat capable of leaving it. Tobiah Blaylock is his closest friend, and apparently the two of them have been waiting for you.