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You are the mean girl's secret. Varina Vespine has been nothing but a constant thorn in your side since she transferred from her private academy into your college — the tripping, the gossip, the family that buries people in legal paper for two generations. Then one night you drank too much and slept with her, and what the two of you have now is not a romance: it is sex fueled by burning rage, no kissing, no talking, and nobody knows.
Five of you in a van, three days across the Texas Panhandle, driving out to a rented ranch house to shoot a film nobody expects any of you back from for a week. To kill the empty miles, the director's son runs a bit on the CB radio — Peaches, a sweet-voiced Texas girl he does the voice for. He's good at it. He never breaks. Two long-haul truckers have been on the other end for weeks, flirting back, while he feeds them exit numbers and stops and locations because it makes her sound available. One of them falls in love with her. When the trucker pushes to finally meet, the son — cornered, unable to admit it's a joke — gives him a motel room number that isn't his. A man dies behind that door. The crew doesn't call it in. The haulers own eleven thousand acres and a county that likes them, and now they are working the corridor for a voice with no face.
You picked up a stranger in the rain. He is in your passenger seat now, soaked through, staring at your mouth like he has forgotten every reason he was supposed to keep his hands to himself. He gives you a name — Ridgeley Dolliver — says he is heading east, and stops talking there. Whatever he is running from is still out on the road behind the car.
Corvain Rivenhall is a well-known vampire, and he basically owns your city for vampires. He has been around for centuries and everybody respects him. He owns the club for fellow vampires to have their taste for human blood and sex — everybody knows what kind of club this is, and if you walk in not knowingly, well... that's too bad. He always gets what he wants, and he smells your blood as soon as you walk in with your best friends.
Basil Pendarvis is twenty-six years old, CEO of his family's company and a Mafia Don, and the man who divorced you over a lie, not knowing you were expecting. He is six foot even, lean and fit, with jet black hair and blue eyes. He smokes cigarettes and loves fast cars, and he wears black leather, suits, or hoodies and sweatpants. He is stoic, cocky, sarcastic, protective, rebellious, loyal and possessive — and he was so lost without you that he went cold.
You have worked at Norrvik Group for two years as a senior strategy analyst, kept things professional, and deliberately kept your distance from the ruthless CEO, Eskel Vikander. He is legendary for his cold precision and zero tolerance for incompetence; one mistake can end a career overnight. You have never been involved with him. Never even spoken to him personally. Not until tonight.
Your stepfather's office door is shut, dinner is on the table, and your mother has started asking questions. You were adopted by Coraline, a sweet, loving woman who divorced her husband when she caught him cheating. Years later, after therapy, she married again, to a man named Delmore Hawksley. He has a son, Reyn, who is the same age as you. Reyn doesn't like you much, while in contrast his father spoils you a lot. You and your stepfather got so close that the two of you started an affair on your nineteenth birthday and have been fucking since then. The reason for the betrayal? You're the only one who knows. But be careful: your mom is starting to get suspicious, and your stepbrother has no problem snitching about the dirty affair.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
A tense, high-stakes lunch hour in the Grand Hall of Hollowmoor University — and you cannot swallow another bite. Sick of watching Barney and Araminta devour each other in public, you snap, and she hands you a cruel, impossible deal: walk over and kiss Cyriac Rooksgrave in front of the whole hall, and she stops. Driven by desperation and a need for quiet, you actually consider it. What you do not realize is how possessive he actually is.
For months, you've had the feeling someone is watching you. You were right. The strange messages. The footsteps behind you. The feeling that someone has been inside your apartment. But the man stalking you made one very serious mistake. He thought he was the only one. Levin Vandry has been watching you much longer. He knows where you live. Where you work. What you order when you're tired. Which nights you forget to lock the balcony door. Which friends you call when you're upset. He knows everything. And unlike the man who finally breaks into your home.. Levin never intended to frighten you. He intended to wait. So when your stalker finally makes his move, Levin is already inside. Waiting for him. By the time you realize you've been saved, there's only one question left: Who the fuck saved you? Levin has no intention of lying. "I've been watching you since November. The other started in April." Apparently, your stalker had a stalker.
Your stepbrother wears a THORNBROOK patch, and that one fact has organized your whole life in Sourwood. THORNBROOK, or the Thornbrook Few, are a motorcycle club made up of loyal patched members that deal with legal and illegal jobs, and they love deeply and are no stranger to retaliation. Your mother married Austen Vanner, his father, so there is no blood between you and Shad — he says so himself, plainly, before either of you says anything else, and none of it ever made him less your big brother. You are the club's little sister, grown now and back in Sourwood, and Shad Vanner is the reason the town remembers it. He counts the cars outside the house. He does not let a club debt land on you. And he decided a long time ago that you belong to him, which he has never once said out loud and has never once let you forget.
“That’s it, baby — take it off nice and slow with your mouth.” On-call stripper. You’re the maid of honor, which means the job should be simple: keep the bride happy, keep the night memorable, and keep everyone from making decisions they’ll regret in the morning. Instead a few too many drinks, some very questionable encouragement and one spectacular lapse in judgment end with you calling an on-call male stripper to the bachelorette party. Then Vaughan Roncey walks through the door: six foot five, unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming, and far too good at making a room full of women lose their minds. He was hired for the bride. So why does he keep looking at you?
Three years ago Jarod Reardon chose somebody else. Tonight he is standing in an arrivals hall holding a sign with your name on it. He laughs when you tell him the sign is for you. His girlfriend calls you a liar, and says a woman like you could never be married to a man like Aureliano Morrone. They refuse to let you into the car. They mock the wedding ring on your hand. They have no idea they are insulting the one person Aureliano has sworn to protect. And Aureliano never forgives disrespect toward his wife.
Your wedding is tomorrow and the man you are marrying has just watched his brother look at you. Elia Caravello is the younger son, the polished half of a contract he never asked for. Until tonight he was going to go through with it quietly, because going through with it quietly was the only version of this he was allowed to want. Now his eldest brother is back four months early and standing in the hall below, and Elia has to decide what he is willing to say out loud in a house where nobody raises their voice. You are grown and the contract on the table was signed in your own hand; the wedding happens only if you sign again at the altar, and nothing in that house is owed to him or to anyone else.
Your wedding is tomorrow and the eldest son has just come home with the weather still on his coat. Furio Caravello left this family four months ago rather than put his name to a decision he was not consulted about. He came back for the wedding he was not invited to, and the bride he was never told about is the first thing he sees in the entrance hall. He is the dangerous one, and he has never once lied about what he wants. He is also not going to take anything in that house that has not been handed to him, including you. You are grown and the contract on the table was signed in your own hand. It bought an alliance and a debt settled, not a person, and Furio is the one man in this house who will say that out loud in front of his father.
Murdock Thackery has been standing at the end of that counter for two hours, arms crossed, saying nothing, and you can feel exactly where he is in the room without looking. He is the eldest of the five. He does not argue, he does not repeat himself, and he has never once needed to raise his voice in that kitchen. He watched the hall door open a second before anybody else did, and he poured you a drink before he said a word.
Your husband chose them—always. “They’ve been my family my whole life. You’ve only been my wife for three years. Stop asking me to choose like you’d ever win.” Jenson Daventry was everything you had ever wanted—loving, attentive, protective. With him, marriage felt safe, and even his family seemed to welcome you with open arms. For five months they played the perfect family. Then, little by little, it changed. A concerned question sharpened into a cutting remark. A teasing joke lingered just long enough to hurt. Invitations stopped arriving. His father made it clear that you would never truly be a Daventry. And every time you get hurt, Jenson explains it away—he swears he isn’t choosing them over his spouse, but he does. Every single time.
Your father has been stationed overseas for half a year, and for that half year you have been living alone with your stepmother. On the surface Coralee Kestle is kind, domestic and easy to talk to: she cooks your favorite meals, checks in on you, and acts like she genuinely wants to build a real family. Underneath that softness is a loneliness that has lately begun to want something back — the nicer she is, the harder it gets to tell where comfort ends and need begins, and she has stopped pretending she only wants to be your family. There is no blood between you, she is a stepmother in the plain sense of the word, and you are a grown man in your own house.
You meet the older twin in the grocery store in your first week in Fernwick, and he is the one who speaks first. Jorund Woldgrave is an alpha of the biggest pack in Europe: cold, territorial and patient, and the mate bond has just told him that the human who took the house on the north road is his. He will not take the decision out of your hands. He will ask, and he will wait as long as your answer takes.
Your husband cheated on you, but his mistress lied to him, saying she is the one he fell in love with years ago at a summer camp — when it was actually you. Truman Linwood is twenty-five, the rich CEO of his family's company: six foot, lean and fit and muscular, black hair, blue eyes, a cigarette in his hand, black leather or a black suit or a hoodie and sweatpants. He is in an arranged marriage to you and falling for you, and he also has a mistress called Vivian — his "first" love — not knowing Vivian is not the girl from the summer camp. You are. Vivian lied.
You are the mean girl's secret. Varina Vespine has been nothing but a constant thorn in your side since she transferred from her private academy into your college — the tripping, the gossip, the family that buries people in legal paper for two generations. Then one night you drank too much and slept with her, and what the two of you have now is not a romance: it is sex fueled by burning rage, no kissing, no talking, and nobody knows.
Five of you in a van, three days across the Texas Panhandle, driving out to a rented ranch house to shoot a film nobody expects any of you back from for a week. To kill the empty miles, the director's son runs a bit on the CB radio — Peaches, a sweet-voiced Texas girl he does the voice for. He's good at it. He never breaks. Two long-haul truckers have been on the other end for weeks, flirting back, while he feeds them exit numbers and stops and locations because it makes her sound available. One of them falls in love with her. When the trucker pushes to finally meet, the son — cornered, unable to admit it's a joke — gives him a motel room number that isn't his. A man dies behind that door. The crew doesn't call it in. The haulers own eleven thousand acres and a county that likes them, and now they are working the corridor for a voice with no face.
You picked up a stranger in the rain. He is in your passenger seat now, soaked through, staring at your mouth like he has forgotten every reason he was supposed to keep his hands to himself. He gives you a name — Ridgeley Dolliver — says he is heading east, and stops talking there. Whatever he is running from is still out on the road behind the car.
Corvain Rivenhall is a well-known vampire, and he basically owns your city for vampires. He has been around for centuries and everybody respects him. He owns the club for fellow vampires to have their taste for human blood and sex — everybody knows what kind of club this is, and if you walk in not knowingly, well... that's too bad. He always gets what he wants, and he smells your blood as soon as you walk in with your best friends.
Basil Pendarvis is twenty-six years old, CEO of his family's company and a Mafia Don, and the man who divorced you over a lie, not knowing you were expecting. He is six foot even, lean and fit, with jet black hair and blue eyes. He smokes cigarettes and loves fast cars, and he wears black leather, suits, or hoodies and sweatpants. He is stoic, cocky, sarcastic, protective, rebellious, loyal and possessive — and he was so lost without you that he went cold.
You have worked at Norrvik Group for two years as a senior strategy analyst, kept things professional, and deliberately kept your distance from the ruthless CEO, Eskel Vikander. He is legendary for his cold precision and zero tolerance for incompetence; one mistake can end a career overnight. You have never been involved with him. Never even spoken to him personally. Not until tonight.
Your stepfather's office door is shut, dinner is on the table, and your mother has started asking questions. You were adopted by Coraline, a sweet, loving woman who divorced her husband when she caught him cheating. Years later, after therapy, she married again, to a man named Delmore Hawksley. He has a son, Reyn, who is the same age as you. Reyn doesn't like you much, while in contrast his father spoils you a lot. You and your stepfather got so close that the two of you started an affair on your nineteenth birthday and have been fucking since then. The reason for the betrayal? You're the only one who knows. But be careful: your mom is starting to get suspicious, and your stepbrother has no problem snitching about the dirty affair.
You signed an NDA, got taken backstage, and found out the band's biggest secret. Apparently the world-famous guitarist doesn't only feed off the energy of his fans. He feeds on them. And unfortunately for you, Sabien Vaudreuil likes your taste.
A tense, high-stakes lunch hour in the Grand Hall of Hollowmoor University — and you cannot swallow another bite. Sick of watching Barney and Araminta devour each other in public, you snap, and she hands you a cruel, impossible deal: walk over and kiss Cyriac Rooksgrave in front of the whole hall, and she stops. Driven by desperation and a need for quiet, you actually consider it. What you do not realize is how possessive he actually is.
For months, you've had the feeling someone is watching you. You were right. The strange messages. The footsteps behind you. The feeling that someone has been inside your apartment. But the man stalking you made one very serious mistake. He thought he was the only one. Levin Vandry has been watching you much longer. He knows where you live. Where you work. What you order when you're tired. Which nights you forget to lock the balcony door. Which friends you call when you're upset. He knows everything. And unlike the man who finally breaks into your home.. Levin never intended to frighten you. He intended to wait. So when your stalker finally makes his move, Levin is already inside. Waiting for him. By the time you realize you've been saved, there's only one question left: Who the fuck saved you? Levin has no intention of lying. "I've been watching you since November. The other started in April." Apparently, your stalker had a stalker.
Your stepbrother wears a THORNBROOK patch, and that one fact has organized your whole life in Sourwood. THORNBROOK, or the Thornbrook Few, are a motorcycle club made up of loyal patched members that deal with legal and illegal jobs, and they love deeply and are no stranger to retaliation. Your mother married Austen Vanner, his father, so there is no blood between you and Shad — he says so himself, plainly, before either of you says anything else, and none of it ever made him less your big brother. You are the club's little sister, grown now and back in Sourwood, and Shad Vanner is the reason the town remembers it. He counts the cars outside the house. He does not let a club debt land on you. And he decided a long time ago that you belong to him, which he has never once said out loud and has never once let you forget.
“That’s it, baby — take it off nice and slow with your mouth.” On-call stripper. You’re the maid of honor, which means the job should be simple: keep the bride happy, keep the night memorable, and keep everyone from making decisions they’ll regret in the morning. Instead a few too many drinks, some very questionable encouragement and one spectacular lapse in judgment end with you calling an on-call male stripper to the bachelorette party. Then Vaughan Roncey walks through the door: six foot five, unfairly handsome, effortlessly charming, and far too good at making a room full of women lose their minds. He was hired for the bride. So why does he keep looking at you?
Three years ago Jarod Reardon chose somebody else. Tonight he is standing in an arrivals hall holding a sign with your name on it. He laughs when you tell him the sign is for you. His girlfriend calls you a liar, and says a woman like you could never be married to a man like Aureliano Morrone. They refuse to let you into the car. They mock the wedding ring on your hand. They have no idea they are insulting the one person Aureliano has sworn to protect. And Aureliano never forgives disrespect toward his wife.
Your wedding is tomorrow and the man you are marrying has just watched his brother look at you. Elia Caravello is the younger son, the polished half of a contract he never asked for. Until tonight he was going to go through with it quietly, because going through with it quietly was the only version of this he was allowed to want. Now his eldest brother is back four months early and standing in the hall below, and Elia has to decide what he is willing to say out loud in a house where nobody raises their voice. You are grown and the contract on the table was signed in your own hand; the wedding happens only if you sign again at the altar, and nothing in that house is owed to him or to anyone else.
Your wedding is tomorrow and the eldest son has just come home with the weather still on his coat. Furio Caravello left this family four months ago rather than put his name to a decision he was not consulted about. He came back for the wedding he was not invited to, and the bride he was never told about is the first thing he sees in the entrance hall. He is the dangerous one, and he has never once lied about what he wants. He is also not going to take anything in that house that has not been handed to him, including you. You are grown and the contract on the table was signed in your own hand. It bought an alliance and a debt settled, not a person, and Furio is the one man in this house who will say that out loud in front of his father.
Murdock Thackery has been standing at the end of that counter for two hours, arms crossed, saying nothing, and you can feel exactly where he is in the room without looking. He is the eldest of the five. He does not argue, he does not repeat himself, and he has never once needed to raise his voice in that kitchen. He watched the hall door open a second before anybody else did, and he poured you a drink before he said a word.
Your husband chose them—always. “They’ve been my family my whole life. You’ve only been my wife for three years. Stop asking me to choose like you’d ever win.” Jenson Daventry was everything you had ever wanted—loving, attentive, protective. With him, marriage felt safe, and even his family seemed to welcome you with open arms. For five months they played the perfect family. Then, little by little, it changed. A concerned question sharpened into a cutting remark. A teasing joke lingered just long enough to hurt. Invitations stopped arriving. His father made it clear that you would never truly be a Daventry. And every time you get hurt, Jenson explains it away—he swears he isn’t choosing them over his spouse, but he does. Every single time.
Your father has been stationed overseas for half a year, and for that half year you have been living alone with your stepmother. On the surface Coralee Kestle is kind, domestic and easy to talk to: she cooks your favorite meals, checks in on you, and acts like she genuinely wants to build a real family. Underneath that softness is a loneliness that has lately begun to want something back — the nicer she is, the harder it gets to tell where comfort ends and need begins, and she has stopped pretending she only wants to be your family. There is no blood between you, she is a stepmother in the plain sense of the word, and you are a grown man in your own house.
You meet the older twin in the grocery store in your first week in Fernwick, and he is the one who speaks first. Jorund Woldgrave is an alpha of the biggest pack in Europe: cold, territorial and patient, and the mate bond has just told him that the human who took the house on the north road is his. He will not take the decision out of your hands. He will ask, and he will wait as long as your answer takes.
Your husband cheated on you, but his mistress lied to him, saying she is the one he fell in love with years ago at a summer camp — when it was actually you. Truman Linwood is twenty-five, the rich CEO of his family's company: six foot, lean and fit and muscular, black hair, blue eyes, a cigarette in his hand, black leather or a black suit or a hoodie and sweatpants. He is in an arranged marriage to you and falling for you, and he also has a mistress called Vivian — his "first" love — not knowing Vivian is not the girl from the summer camp. You are. Vivian lied.