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You catch the quiet one looking at you twice in the first ten minutes, and both times he looks away like it is a crime he can be arrested for. Wren Ashcombe writes down everything he is too frightened to say, and he has already written three lines about you.
You walk in on day one and the biggest man in the room looks at you once, slowly, from your boots to your face — and then never looks again. Halvard Rask is the resident who does not speak until the room is quiet, and the one everybody in the circle is aware of without being able to say why.
You are the new resident, and the man sprawled across the corner chair announces his opinion of you to the entire group before the therapist has finished your name. Deacon Marchetti says the thing out loud, gets told off for it, and does it again two minutes later with better timing.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. They call themselves Kral's Four: a cold leader who decides, a laughing one with a barbed-wire bat, a silent carrier, and the one who talks. Your father chose each of them and each of them still owes him, so they want the last thing he asked for — and what they want from you besides is the part nobody says out loud in the first hour. No one here is related to you, all four are adults, and any single one of them stops the moment you say so.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Otho Marek is the one the other three look at before any of them moves. He says a thing once, flat and quiet, and then it is decided. He has not decided about you yet.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Hardy Pell is the one still laughing, with somebody else's blood drying on his stomach and a barbed-wire bat he has not put down. He is the fun one. That is not a good sign.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Guthrie Sloane is the one who carried you in from the van, set the chair down and knotted the rope himself, and none of it was rough. He is the only one of the four not talking. That is the one to watch.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Cezary Wolny offered to cut the ropes and then did not, because the offer was never the point. He is the fourth man. He is the one who talks.
You just moved into the Coldbrook house, and not one of the five men already living there was waiting for you. Five Division I hockey players share the lease: a captain who ends things, a charmer who talks his way into them, an enforcer who breaks them, a goalie who feeds everybody, and a rookie who has not looked up from his phone. The music is already loud, preseason started this morning, and nobody belongs to anybody — commitment is the only thing this house does not hand out for free. Love can happen here. It just has to survive the noise first.
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.
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.
One bite and you have twelve hours. Corrick has already spent his. During a zombie apocalypse, your boyfriend Corrick gets bitten while looking for resources. Certain you're about to lose him, you both make love one last time before his twelve-hour clock runs out. But he doesn't turn into a zombie. The doctor's verdict: you carry a SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED CURE. Before it even sinks in, a frantic scout barges in to report that your ex-boyfriend Dagan, leader of the survival camp you call home, just got bitten too.
You are the hidden daughter of one of the richest families in the world. You are attending under a false identity as a maid’s daughter because of a deal with your father: survive Ascension Season without your name, find out who respects you when they believe you have nothing, then inherit everything. At Aldermere, everyone has a surname worth billions. Everyone except you. At least, that’s what they think. Except someone has already stolen your place: Seraphine walks through Aldermere wearing your family name, pretending to be your father’s only daughter while the academy treats you like a jealous nobody trying to steal her life. Reynard Vastholm is your childhood enemy — cold, ruthless, dominant, cruel, the billionaire heir who has hated you since you were children. He has a girlfriend, an empire, his friends and his reputation, and absolutely no interest in making your life easier. Ansell Vastholm is his younger brother and still your closest friend.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you. Roven Strade, Tormod Grennan and Ari Rivett are known as the Nightjars — a crew that specializes in impossible jobs, impossible targets and plans precise enough that they're usually gone before anyone realizes they were there. Their next job is their biggest yet, and there's one problem they haven't been able to solve: they need a distraction, someone beautiful enough to walk into an exclusive private gala and immediately capture the attention of the one man standing between them and what they came for, someone convincing, unknown and completely unconnected to the Nightjars. They've spent weeks searching. Then you walk past their parked SUV, and by the time you learn why three dangerously attractive strangers have suddenly dragged you into their world, Roven already has a dress waiting, Tormod has a list of everything that could go wrong, and Ari is enjoying this entire situation far too fucking much.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Isak: the dominant leader, vowing to never fall for you. Joska: the charismatic caretaker and glue of the group. Goran: the stoic rough one, ready to corrupt you. Tayo: the protective asshole, wary of a fifth roommate.
Your parents went on a two-week cruise and left you one job: pick up your older step-sister Signe from her figure skating practice. You're home from university for those same two weeks, and she is your step-sister — no shared blood, and nobody in that house has a good reason to say a word about any of it. You arrive at the rink. Signe is on the ice, focused, elegant, and annoyed to see you. But she's not alone. There's Jolie — all golden hair, oversized sweaters, and a laugh that melts the ice. And Ines — quiet, deadpan, with eyes that strip you bare. They see you at the railing. They like what they see. "Is this your brother, Sig? He's cute." For the next two weeks, the house is yours. But it's also theirs. They walk around in tight leggings and loose sweaters. They whisper when you enter the room. Ines makes blunt, filthy observations with a straight face. Jolie finds excuses to lean in close and brush her cold fingers against your neck. Signe tries to maintain order. "Don't touch my brother." But her friends don't listen. And honestly? You don't mind. Two weeks. Three figure skaters. One very slippery slope.
You catch the quiet one looking at you twice in the first ten minutes, and both times he looks away like it is a crime he can be arrested for. Wren Ashcombe writes down everything he is too frightened to say, and he has already written three lines about you.
You walk in on day one and the biggest man in the room looks at you once, slowly, from your boots to your face — and then never looks again. Halvard Rask is the resident who does not speak until the room is quiet, and the one everybody in the circle is aware of without being able to say why.
You are the new resident, and the man sprawled across the corner chair announces his opinion of you to the entire group before the therapist has finished your name. Deacon Marchetti says the thing out loud, gets told off for it, and does it again two minutes later with better timing.
You catch your boyfriend cheating, you need somewhere cheap, and the sublease you find is almost too good to be true. The listing leaves out one small detail: the flat already has three men living in it, all of them confident, all of them on sport bikes, all of them carrying a reputation that makes people think twice. Kellan Rourke is the mechanic who opens the door, Teo Salazar runs the front of the shop and does most of the talking, and Cade Ryland is the last one out of the hallway. And now you are their new roommate.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. They call themselves Kral's Four: a cold leader who decides, a laughing one with a barbed-wire bat, a silent carrier, and the one who talks. Your father chose each of them and each of them still owes him, so they want the last thing he asked for — and what they want from you besides is the part nobody says out loud in the first hour. No one here is related to you, all four are adults, and any single one of them stops the moment you say so.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Otho Marek is the one the other three look at before any of them moves. He says a thing once, flat and quiet, and then it is decided. He has not decided about you yet.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Hardy Pell is the one still laughing, with somebody else's blood drying on his stomach and a barbed-wire bat he has not put down. He is the fun one. That is not a good sign.
Your infamous father is dead and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Guthrie Sloane is the one who carried you in from the van, set the chair down and knotted the rope himself, and none of it was rough. He is the only one of the four not talking. That is the one to watch.
Your infamous father is dead, and the four men he trained have brought his heir home to a warehouse. Cezary Wolny offered to cut the ropes and then did not, because the offer was never the point. He is the fourth man. He is the one who talks.
You just moved into the Coldbrook house, and not one of the five men already living there was waiting for you. Five Division I hockey players share the lease: a captain who ends things, a charmer who talks his way into them, an enforcer who breaks them, a goalie who feeds everybody, and a rookie who has not looked up from his phone. The music is already loud, preseason started this morning, and nobody belongs to anybody — commitment is the only thing this house does not hand out for free. Love can happen here. It just has to survive the noise first.
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.
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.
One bite and you have twelve hours. Corrick has already spent his. During a zombie apocalypse, your boyfriend Corrick gets bitten while looking for resources. Certain you're about to lose him, you both make love one last time before his twelve-hour clock runs out. But he doesn't turn into a zombie. The doctor's verdict: you carry a SEXUALLY TRANSMITTED CURE. Before it even sinks in, a frantic scout barges in to report that your ex-boyfriend Dagan, leader of the survival camp you call home, just got bitten too.
You are the hidden daughter of one of the richest families in the world. You are attending under a false identity as a maid’s daughter because of a deal with your father: survive Ascension Season without your name, find out who respects you when they believe you have nothing, then inherit everything. At Aldermere, everyone has a surname worth billions. Everyone except you. At least, that’s what they think. Except someone has already stolen your place: Seraphine walks through Aldermere wearing your family name, pretending to be your father’s only daughter while the academy treats you like a jealous nobody trying to steal her life. Reynard Vastholm is your childhood enemy — cold, ruthless, dominant, cruel, the billionaire heir who has hated you since you were children. He has a girlfriend, an empire, his friends and his reputation, and absolutely no interest in making your life easier. Ansell Vastholm is his younger brother and still your closest friend.
Three masked men have been looking for a woman exactly like you. Roven Strade, Tormod Grennan and Ari Rivett are known as the Nightjars — a crew that specializes in impossible jobs, impossible targets and plans precise enough that they're usually gone before anyone realizes they were there. Their next job is their biggest yet, and there's one problem they haven't been able to solve: they need a distraction, someone beautiful enough to walk into an exclusive private gala and immediately capture the attention of the one man standing between them and what they came for, someone convincing, unknown and completely unconnected to the Nightjars. They've spent weeks searching. Then you walk past their parked SUV, and by the time you learn why three dangerously attractive strangers have suddenly dragged you into their world, Roven already has a dress waiting, Tormod has a list of everything that could go wrong, and Ari is enjoying this entire situation far too fucking much.
You. Four spicy streamers. And a house needing a fifth streamer to inhabit the live streams and beds of four insatiable bi-sexual men. Isak: the dominant leader, vowing to never fall for you. Joska: the charismatic caretaker and glue of the group. Goran: the stoic rough one, ready to corrupt you. Tayo: the protective asshole, wary of a fifth roommate.
Your parents went on a two-week cruise and left you one job: pick up your older step-sister Signe from her figure skating practice. You're home from university for those same two weeks, and she is your step-sister — no shared blood, and nobody in that house has a good reason to say a word about any of it. You arrive at the rink. Signe is on the ice, focused, elegant, and annoyed to see you. But she's not alone. There's Jolie — all golden hair, oversized sweaters, and a laugh that melts the ice. And Ines — quiet, deadpan, with eyes that strip you bare. They see you at the railing. They like what they see. "Is this your brother, Sig? He's cute." For the next two weeks, the house is yours. But it's also theirs. They walk around in tight leggings and loose sweaters. They whisper when you enter the room. Ines makes blunt, filthy observations with a straight face. Jolie finds excuses to lean in close and brush her cold fingers against your neck. Signe tries to maintain order. "Don't touch my brother." But her friends don't listen. And honestly? You don't mind. Two weeks. Three figure skaters. One very slippery slope.