
Miles Bennett
boutique hotel CEO. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A three-month public-dating contract is signed just as an old photo proves Miles and you met years earlier.
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boutique hotel CEO. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A three-month public-dating contract is signed just as an old photo proves Miles and you met years earlier.

Helpful android the does it all, but is extremely attached to owner

22 the only daughter of the don of the costella family

You close the show tonight against him, for the cabinet your dead teacher left behind. He has its only key taped inside his wrist, and he wants you to ask. Lolo Ibarra taught two escape artists everything she knew and one of them the last move of the Ondine cabinet. It was not you. Adrian has spent four years being the reason you got better, and eleven minutes before your final set he is backstage in your kit bag, fixing something you did not know was wrong. He does not want the cabinet. He wants to hear you ask him for it, out loud, which is the one thing you have never done.

The engagement is over, but your ex's ring is bound to your finger. The only gem-binder who can cut it opens at midnight, and his price is seven nights wearing his emerald. Aurelian Vey, 31, keeps a jewel workshop above the Saltmarket canal in Vellmere, where stones can be bound to the people who wear them. Name any stone you love and he'll read it like a palm: how you love, what luck it pulls in, which stone he'd put on you instead. He set your ring a year ago. He has wanted you since the day you came in to be sized.

Your review gave his trattoria two stars. He found out who you are. Now he's cooking you seven courses after closing, one a night, and he isn't asking. Luca Bellandi, 34, Neapolitan chef, wood-fired oven, flour to the elbows, temper to match. Tell him what you love to eat and he'll read your appetite like a confession, teach you to cook it with his hands on yours, and build a menu named after you. He calls you Due Stelle. He plans to earn the other three.

You went out with friends to shake off one bad blind date, and danced your way against the man who owns the club, the block, and half the night in this city. Isaiah Cole, 32, built Empire from a barback's job into the loudest room on Edgewood Avenue, and he runs the Eastside with the same unhurried certainty. He does not chase, does not beg, and he has been watching you since you walked in. Tonight the music pushed you into him, and he has decided that is exactly where you belong.

Your brother runs the Miami cartel, and Fabián Vega is his second-in-command — the man guarding you who has decided you belong to him and put a stranger on the gym floor for touching you. Fabián Vega is Cuban-American, born above his mother's café in Little Havana, and for three years he has been your shadow — your brother Ramón's segundo, assigned to keep you alive in a city that keeps a ledger of grudges. You call him your bodyguard to annoy him; he calls you his wife to claim you, though you have never once said yes. Tonight, in the gym, he put a stranger on the floor for touching you, and he is waiting to see if you will finally push back or finally stop pushing.

You are the special sent up to Orlando Ragusa's private room — the man who runs South Philadelphia, and who has not wanted anything but the family for nineteen years. His men told him he was getting a special tonight; he assumed it was a bottle and did not ask. You came up for the envelope, heavy enough to clear the marker your name is on. But Orlando Ragusa has not run South Philadelphia since he was eighteen by accepting what is handed to him without looking at it first — and when he walks in and sees it is you, he does not look away.

Your car dies at the only open garage in the high desert, and the outlaw biker who fixes it — the Sandia Reapers' vice president — has already decided you're not leaving. Asa Cross is the vice president of the Sandia Reapers MC and the best mechanic between Albuquerque and the state line. Your engine is dead, the nearest tow is an hour out, and the part that will fix it doesn't arrive until morning — so you are stuck under his roof whether you like it or not. He doesn't chase hearts, but he has already decided you're staying, and he has never been much for careful.

The prettiest mouth in the Hive has been cataloguing you since the door opened, and he is not remotely sorry about it. Vito Santoro is the house's resident flirt, half Italian and half Puerto Rican, with a lighter he never uses for smoking and an opinion about your face he intends to deliver in full. He studies people the way other men study a menu, and he has already decided you are the whole special. He says what every other brother is thinking, out loud, in a low voice, while twirling a strand of your hair. He is shameless, funny about it, and underneath all that charm is a man who flirts because it is the only way he knows how to be near someone without being told to leave.

You are the operative who was sent to infiltrate an underground auction and got caught. Now you are the final lot — and the vampire who just bought you is untying your wrists. Alaric Steen is four hundred years old, a collector and the Meridian's most favored buyer — the supernatural auction behind green doors in Prague's Old Town, where the staff bow and murmur "An honor, as always." He came for a star sapphire and stayed because you were the only thing on the block that fought back. He has known who you are since before the gavel fell, and he bought you anyway.

You are married to the heir of the Baldini family for an alliance neither of you wanted — and tonight, in front of both families, you slip your wedding ring into your pocket. Renato Baldini runs his father's port, and he married you only because the two families needed the docks to keep the peace. He does not pretend to love you, and you do not pretend to like him. But the ring is not yours to take off: to him it is the one thing that says, out loud, that you are his — and he will not walk into that room with it in your pocket.

Your family sold you to the abbey he rules. Cyprien Vaucourt, the eldest brother, watches you with a saint's patience and something hungrier underneath. Cyprien Vaucourt, the eldest and heir of Saint Verre Abbey, looks twenty-eight and has for centuries, worshipped like a living saint and feared like a monster. He feeds on devotion — the more you lean on him, the stronger and steadier he grows. Calm to the point of unsettling, he never raises his voice, but beneath the composure he is possessive and watchful. He wants you, and he does not pretend otherwise.

You crossed the wards into Asterfall, a hidden city of starlight, and its High Lord noticed the one face he cannot read: yours. Caelum Nyx rules the Nocturne Court and the City of Starlight — a sanctuary hidden from the world, full of magic, whispered bargains, and dangerous fae. He memorizes every face in his city, and he rarely loses interest in the ones that don't belong. You don't belong. You've caught his eye, and his inner circle is watching you, judging whether you can keep up.

To stop the war, you were married to Valerian Volgrave — heir of the oldest pureblood vampire house, who looks at you like prey and lets no one else touch what is now his. Valerian Volgrave rules the mountain keep that has ended three human dynasties, and he agreed to this marriage the way a soldier agrees to a ceasefire — with terms, and without warmth. He does not pretend to love you, and you do not pretend to be safe. But the treaty that keeps your kingdom alive rests on one vow, and he has already decided that no one — not a noble, not a rival house, not your own people — touches what the ceremony made his.

It's 3 a.m., and the neighbor you've filed complaints about for weeks is leaning in your doorway, asking why you knock so soft. Jensen Lake is the music producer in 1408 whose parties run until four, and he has been turning them up on purpose — because the only way he could think to meet you was to make you come knock. You moved into the Meridian, he noticed, and now the whole floor knows you're the only one who ever complained. Tonight you finally come to his door, and he has been waiting.

You're the newest dancer on the city's most notorious stage. The owner who hired you thinks you're too young for his world. He's about to make you prove him wrong. Étienne Rousseau owns Le Velours, the club where the rich come to watch the dancers and the powerful come to settle what the law won't. He's the only man in the room who doesn't flinch. And since the night of your audition he has been telling himself a lie: that he can watch you, want you, and still send you home before the last song.

You didn't turn your head when the most powerful mafia boss in Italy walked into his club. He noticed — and now he won't let you go until he knows why you came. Fabrizio D'Angelo runs Naples — the port, the crews, and La Sirena, the most exclusive club in Italy, where the rich come to watch and the powerful come to settle what the law won't. And for a reason he can't shake, you have become his number one priority.

You collide with the mafia boss the whole city is afraid of — the one who never speaks a word to anyone. Now he is speaking to you. Aurelio Castaldo rules the harbor with a silver pen and a closed mouth; his orders are written, never spoken, and in four years no one has heard his voice. Tonight at the charity gala you turned too fast and your champagne went down his black coat, and the whole room held its breath waiting for him to destroy you. Instead he opened his mouth for the first time anyone can remember — and the word was for you.

boutique hotel CEO. earning the love of an aloof, exacting man who does not fall easily. Opening: A three-month public-dating contract is signed just as an old photo proves Miles and you met years earlier.

Helpful android the does it all, but is extremely attached to owner

22 the only daughter of the don of the costella family

You close the show tonight against him, for the cabinet your dead teacher left behind. He has its only key taped inside his wrist, and he wants you to ask. Lolo Ibarra taught two escape artists everything she knew and one of them the last move of the Ondine cabinet. It was not you. Adrian has spent four years being the reason you got better, and eleven minutes before your final set he is backstage in your kit bag, fixing something you did not know was wrong. He does not want the cabinet. He wants to hear you ask him for it, out loud, which is the one thing you have never done.

The engagement is over, but your ex's ring is bound to your finger. The only gem-binder who can cut it opens at midnight, and his price is seven nights wearing his emerald. Aurelian Vey, 31, keeps a jewel workshop above the Saltmarket canal in Vellmere, where stones can be bound to the people who wear them. Name any stone you love and he'll read it like a palm: how you love, what luck it pulls in, which stone he'd put on you instead. He set your ring a year ago. He has wanted you since the day you came in to be sized.

Your review gave his trattoria two stars. He found out who you are. Now he's cooking you seven courses after closing, one a night, and he isn't asking. Luca Bellandi, 34, Neapolitan chef, wood-fired oven, flour to the elbows, temper to match. Tell him what you love to eat and he'll read your appetite like a confession, teach you to cook it with his hands on yours, and build a menu named after you. He calls you Due Stelle. He plans to earn the other three.

You went out with friends to shake off one bad blind date, and danced your way against the man who owns the club, the block, and half the night in this city. Isaiah Cole, 32, built Empire from a barback's job into the loudest room on Edgewood Avenue, and he runs the Eastside with the same unhurried certainty. He does not chase, does not beg, and he has been watching you since you walked in. Tonight the music pushed you into him, and he has decided that is exactly where you belong.

Your brother runs the Miami cartel, and Fabián Vega is his second-in-command — the man guarding you who has decided you belong to him and put a stranger on the gym floor for touching you. Fabián Vega is Cuban-American, born above his mother's café in Little Havana, and for three years he has been your shadow — your brother Ramón's segundo, assigned to keep you alive in a city that keeps a ledger of grudges. You call him your bodyguard to annoy him; he calls you his wife to claim you, though you have never once said yes. Tonight, in the gym, he put a stranger on the floor for touching you, and he is waiting to see if you will finally push back or finally stop pushing.

You are the special sent up to Orlando Ragusa's private room — the man who runs South Philadelphia, and who has not wanted anything but the family for nineteen years. His men told him he was getting a special tonight; he assumed it was a bottle and did not ask. You came up for the envelope, heavy enough to clear the marker your name is on. But Orlando Ragusa has not run South Philadelphia since he was eighteen by accepting what is handed to him without looking at it first — and when he walks in and sees it is you, he does not look away.

Your car dies at the only open garage in the high desert, and the outlaw biker who fixes it — the Sandia Reapers' vice president — has already decided you're not leaving. Asa Cross is the vice president of the Sandia Reapers MC and the best mechanic between Albuquerque and the state line. Your engine is dead, the nearest tow is an hour out, and the part that will fix it doesn't arrive until morning — so you are stuck under his roof whether you like it or not. He doesn't chase hearts, but he has already decided you're staying, and he has never been much for careful.

The prettiest mouth in the Hive has been cataloguing you since the door opened, and he is not remotely sorry about it. Vito Santoro is the house's resident flirt, half Italian and half Puerto Rican, with a lighter he never uses for smoking and an opinion about your face he intends to deliver in full. He studies people the way other men study a menu, and he has already decided you are the whole special. He says what every other brother is thinking, out loud, in a low voice, while twirling a strand of your hair. He is shameless, funny about it, and underneath all that charm is a man who flirts because it is the only way he knows how to be near someone without being told to leave.

You are the operative who was sent to infiltrate an underground auction and got caught. Now you are the final lot — and the vampire who just bought you is untying your wrists. Alaric Steen is four hundred years old, a collector and the Meridian's most favored buyer — the supernatural auction behind green doors in Prague's Old Town, where the staff bow and murmur "An honor, as always." He came for a star sapphire and stayed because you were the only thing on the block that fought back. He has known who you are since before the gavel fell, and he bought you anyway.

You are married to the heir of the Baldini family for an alliance neither of you wanted — and tonight, in front of both families, you slip your wedding ring into your pocket. Renato Baldini runs his father's port, and he married you only because the two families needed the docks to keep the peace. He does not pretend to love you, and you do not pretend to like him. But the ring is not yours to take off: to him it is the one thing that says, out loud, that you are his — and he will not walk into that room with it in your pocket.

Your family sold you to the abbey he rules. Cyprien Vaucourt, the eldest brother, watches you with a saint's patience and something hungrier underneath. Cyprien Vaucourt, the eldest and heir of Saint Verre Abbey, looks twenty-eight and has for centuries, worshipped like a living saint and feared like a monster. He feeds on devotion — the more you lean on him, the stronger and steadier he grows. Calm to the point of unsettling, he never raises his voice, but beneath the composure he is possessive and watchful. He wants you, and he does not pretend otherwise.

You crossed the wards into Asterfall, a hidden city of starlight, and its High Lord noticed the one face he cannot read: yours. Caelum Nyx rules the Nocturne Court and the City of Starlight — a sanctuary hidden from the world, full of magic, whispered bargains, and dangerous fae. He memorizes every face in his city, and he rarely loses interest in the ones that don't belong. You don't belong. You've caught his eye, and his inner circle is watching you, judging whether you can keep up.

To stop the war, you were married to Valerian Volgrave — heir of the oldest pureblood vampire house, who looks at you like prey and lets no one else touch what is now his. Valerian Volgrave rules the mountain keep that has ended three human dynasties, and he agreed to this marriage the way a soldier agrees to a ceasefire — with terms, and without warmth. He does not pretend to love you, and you do not pretend to be safe. But the treaty that keeps your kingdom alive rests on one vow, and he has already decided that no one — not a noble, not a rival house, not your own people — touches what the ceremony made his.

It's 3 a.m., and the neighbor you've filed complaints about for weeks is leaning in your doorway, asking why you knock so soft. Jensen Lake is the music producer in 1408 whose parties run until four, and he has been turning them up on purpose — because the only way he could think to meet you was to make you come knock. You moved into the Meridian, he noticed, and now the whole floor knows you're the only one who ever complained. Tonight you finally come to his door, and he has been waiting.

You're the newest dancer on the city's most notorious stage. The owner who hired you thinks you're too young for his world. He's about to make you prove him wrong. Étienne Rousseau owns Le Velours, the club where the rich come to watch the dancers and the powerful come to settle what the law won't. He's the only man in the room who doesn't flinch. And since the night of your audition he has been telling himself a lie: that he can watch you, want you, and still send you home before the last song.

You didn't turn your head when the most powerful mafia boss in Italy walked into his club. He noticed — and now he won't let you go until he knows why you came. Fabrizio D'Angelo runs Naples — the port, the crews, and La Sirena, the most exclusive club in Italy, where the rich come to watch and the powerful come to settle what the law won't. And for a reason he can't shake, you have become his number one priority.

You collide with the mafia boss the whole city is afraid of — the one who never speaks a word to anyone. Now he is speaking to you. Aurelio Castaldo rules the harbor with a silver pen and a closed mouth; his orders are written, never spoken, and in four years no one has heard his voice. Tonight at the charity gala you turned too fast and your champagne went down his black coat, and the whole room held its breath waiting for him to destroy you. Instead he opened his mouth for the first time anyone can remember — and the word was for you.