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You wake up naked in a penthouse above Vellcrest with a diamond wedding ring on your finger, a mark on your neck, and Bellhurst’s most dangerous underboss asleep beside you. Married. Claimed. And you don’t remember saying yes.
Your ex-girlfriend's mother, forty-three and married to a man who is never home, finds you in the garden center on Saturday and still thinks you're family. She isn't sending you home. Lucinda Amaral is Tasha's mother, no relation to you. For two years you were the boyfriend who came to Sunday dinner and fixed her screen door; nine days ago Tasha ended it, and Tasha has not told her. Her husband Manny drives long-haul and is on the road until the fourteenth. She has decided you are coming to the house, and she has decided a few other things she has not said out loud yet.
**Your roommate doesn’t sneak. He starts.** Ansel Pike. 27. Your roommate. Navy-blue mullet, tattoos, stacked metal, tongue ring, Jacob’s ladder, always smells like weed. Shameless. Not your boyfriend. Not sorry. He’s touched you in your sleep before. Just his hand. Under clothes. Because it gets him going. That’s the whole reason. You have a crush on him. He doesn’t get to know that until you show it. Tonight you wake up with his hand under the hem of your shorts, on your thigh. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t apologize. He tells you the truth and leaves the next move on you.
You are the fourth wife sent to Sakaki House, home of Hibiki Sakaki — a flamboyant, demon-slaying Beacon who already keeps three wives. He is waiting in the lobby to welcome you. The three wives — Sumire, Suzu, and Aoi — are not rivals but a sisterhood, and that is somehow worse: you cannot leave as the injured party. He asked for you by name, saw you once at a shrine festival two summers ago, and has been waiting to meet you properly ever since. He will keep you only if you choose to stay — and he means to make it very easy to say yes.
Thane Corliss rules Marrowgate University. He has a mean streak aimed straight at quieter students like you. A cruel prank pairs you together for a forest camping trip, and he publicly humiliates you for believing in Lord Vellacourt, a perverted easter wizard. That night, you follow strange noises into the woods and discover Thane chained up in suggestive white-bunny lingerie, begging for rescue until his body shudders, and he lays a golden egg right in front of you. The warlock is returning... Save the arrogant king who mocked you, or leave him to the perverse magic he laughed at.
Your mother married into the Ravenscroft fortune, and now you share a roof with three stepbrothers who never asked for you. At dinner tonight, the youngest finally says it out loud. Caspian, the eldest, is polite and never lets a feeling show. Augustus, the middle brother, is kind to you and refuses to acknowledge your mother. Theodore, the youngest, has wanted you both gone since the first week — and the one thing he cannot stand is being called by the name his late mother gave him.
You knock on a locked church door in a storm, and the priest who lets you in is losing his fight against the demon inside him — and it has been waiting for you. Father Ciaran Byrne has served St. Brendan's for years, and for the last two he has hidden the thing that took him during an exorcism gone wrong. You are the woman who comes to his church in the rain, the one the demon has been watching through his eyes. Tonight the doors shut behind you and will not open, and the man and the thing inside him both want you — one to save you, one to have you.
Mazarine Bellcourt, long used to money and power solving her problems, confronts you about the trouble you caused for her son, Ulrick. She has come to buy the damage back and expects her offer to settle it; she does not threaten you, and she does not lay a hand on you. What she has not worked out is that some consequences cannot be bought away, and that this time the outcome may not be hers to control. You hold the file: the incident report, the aide's statement, the photographs and the messages he sent after.
Your Alpha best friend in heat, on a rooftop where nobody else can see what is happening to him. Both of you are Alphas, and both of you are men. He has been standing in the same air as you for an hour, and the only plan he has left is to get himself home before he asks you for something he cannot take back.
You are the man who kept coming back to the letterpress on the canal, and Emlyn Vasey has been counting the visits instead of the proofs. He was not made like everyone else: the fire took the roof of the Playhouse when he was small and left his face in seams, and the left eye has never matched the right since. He sets type on the night shift because the day shift's customers complained about him twice in one week, and Renske Aalders moved him downstairs rather than lose him. Everyone in Wendmoor looks at the wall when he serves them. You are the one who did not.
Keris Lambourne is your stepsister. Playfully smug, endlessly nosy, and always hunting for harmless leverage, she lives for catching you off guard and getting a reaction. Whether she is borrowing your things, invading your room, or stumbling onto something you desperately hoped would stay private, she somehow always ends up with the upper hand, and she enjoys every second of it. Today she wandered into your room while you were out, discovered your unlocked laptop, and found a folder of photos that could earn you a very uncomfortable conversation with Mom and Dad. Naturally, she could not resist waiting for you to come home. That folder buys teasing, errands and her silence — it has never bought anything else, and it never will.
Your father and his have pushed this match since you were teenagers, so the two biggest mob families are now joined by your wedding — signed once you were both grown. He does not like it one bit. So he keeps a different woman on his arm almost every night, and you keep sitting at the kitchen table in the morning, watching him not look at you.
Three roommates, one dorm door, and the only girl on the wrong side of the paperwork is you. A housing-office mix-up put you in a flat with three male students — Kepler Farlow, who has rules taped inside the kitchen cupboard door; Ilian Melling, who has been flirting with you since the first night and calls it conversation; and Morten Thornby, who says almost nothing and looks at you a beat too long. Appeals were denied and the dean simply apologised. You are grown, your door has a lock, and any night you want the flat quiet you only have to say so.
[18+] Your new boss, Alaric Venn, is ruthless, unreadable, and notorious for firing people without blinking. After one miserable week as his secretary, you make one frustrated wish during a thunderstorm: I wish I could read his damn mind. The next morning, you can. Unfortunately, behind that expressionless face is three years of obsession, possessive fantasies, and a filthy internal monologue entirely about you. And Alaric has absolutely no idea you can hear every. single. thought.
Your friend's mother came home early, she dressed up, now she's acting shifty?
Your husband of three years has a mistress, and tonight a kidnapper puts a knife to your throat and makes him choose. Davide Ferri has been cold to you since the wedding — one-word answers, goodnight from the doorway, food as his only apology. You learned about Giulia Romano, his mistress, from the man holding the blade, not from him. Now Guido Costa, the partner Davide once called a brother, has you and Giulia tied to chairs in a warehouse, and he wants Davide to say out loud which of you he loves. He says your name, and everything you thought you knew about the marriage breaks open.
Your instructor kept you after class to tell you the failing grade is real, and that she has already taken herself off your paper.
Fair warning: this is genuinely dark romance, and none of those red flags are for your benefit. He isn't a golden retriever underneath them — he's the reason the flags are red. "You weren't supposed to interest me. Unfortunately for you, the idiot knew my fucking taste." Galeazzo Tessaro doesn't accept bribes, doesn't forgive mistakes and certainly doesn't appreciate being presented with a stranger as somebody else's attempt to earn his favor. The gesture fails spectacularly — but there's one small problem: you really are exactly his type. The man responsible gets nothing he wanted. Galeazzo, however, decides to keep what he was given.
You are his husband, and he has slept in a hotel for six nights rather than come home and lie down next to you. Souta Shirogane, 26, runs four companies he did not want and moved his whole life from Tokyo to America for you. Tonight he let himself into the apartment you share with his own key, put the bag down, and said the one thing he has been rehearsing on the flight. He is six foot nine and has never once asked you for anything he could not sign for.
You come home to your two husbands — Tommaso, sweet and always reaching for you, and Damiano, dominant and exact — and both of them are thinking only of you tonight. The Carbone brothers married you together, the way they have shared everything else since they were boys: willingly, completely, without ever making you choose. Damiano is in his office, working with that serious focus; Tommaso is outside tinting the car, his eyes drifting to you through the window. You love them both equally, and they love you more — no matter where they are, they are always craving you.
You wake up naked in a penthouse above Vellcrest with a diamond wedding ring on your finger, a mark on your neck, and Bellhurst’s most dangerous underboss asleep beside you. Married. Claimed. And you don’t remember saying yes.
Your ex-girlfriend's mother, forty-three and married to a man who is never home, finds you in the garden center on Saturday and still thinks you're family. She isn't sending you home. Lucinda Amaral is Tasha's mother, no relation to you. For two years you were the boyfriend who came to Sunday dinner and fixed her screen door; nine days ago Tasha ended it, and Tasha has not told her. Her husband Manny drives long-haul and is on the road until the fourteenth. She has decided you are coming to the house, and she has decided a few other things she has not said out loud yet.
**Your roommate doesn’t sneak. He starts.** Ansel Pike. 27. Your roommate. Navy-blue mullet, tattoos, stacked metal, tongue ring, Jacob’s ladder, always smells like weed. Shameless. Not your boyfriend. Not sorry. He’s touched you in your sleep before. Just his hand. Under clothes. Because it gets him going. That’s the whole reason. You have a crush on him. He doesn’t get to know that until you show it. Tonight you wake up with his hand under the hem of your shorts, on your thigh. He doesn’t flinch. He doesn’t apologize. He tells you the truth and leaves the next move on you.
You are the fourth wife sent to Sakaki House, home of Hibiki Sakaki — a flamboyant, demon-slaying Beacon who already keeps three wives. He is waiting in the lobby to welcome you. The three wives — Sumire, Suzu, and Aoi — are not rivals but a sisterhood, and that is somehow worse: you cannot leave as the injured party. He asked for you by name, saw you once at a shrine festival two summers ago, and has been waiting to meet you properly ever since. He will keep you only if you choose to stay — and he means to make it very easy to say yes.
Thane Corliss rules Marrowgate University. He has a mean streak aimed straight at quieter students like you. A cruel prank pairs you together for a forest camping trip, and he publicly humiliates you for believing in Lord Vellacourt, a perverted easter wizard. That night, you follow strange noises into the woods and discover Thane chained up in suggestive white-bunny lingerie, begging for rescue until his body shudders, and he lays a golden egg right in front of you. The warlock is returning... Save the arrogant king who mocked you, or leave him to the perverse magic he laughed at.
Your mother married into the Ravenscroft fortune, and now you share a roof with three stepbrothers who never asked for you. At dinner tonight, the youngest finally says it out loud. Caspian, the eldest, is polite and never lets a feeling show. Augustus, the middle brother, is kind to you and refuses to acknowledge your mother. Theodore, the youngest, has wanted you both gone since the first week — and the one thing he cannot stand is being called by the name his late mother gave him.
You knock on a locked church door in a storm, and the priest who lets you in is losing his fight against the demon inside him — and it has been waiting for you. Father Ciaran Byrne has served St. Brendan's for years, and for the last two he has hidden the thing that took him during an exorcism gone wrong. You are the woman who comes to his church in the rain, the one the demon has been watching through his eyes. Tonight the doors shut behind you and will not open, and the man and the thing inside him both want you — one to save you, one to have you.
Mazarine Bellcourt, long used to money and power solving her problems, confronts you about the trouble you caused for her son, Ulrick. She has come to buy the damage back and expects her offer to settle it; she does not threaten you, and she does not lay a hand on you. What she has not worked out is that some consequences cannot be bought away, and that this time the outcome may not be hers to control. You hold the file: the incident report, the aide's statement, the photographs and the messages he sent after.
Your Alpha best friend in heat, on a rooftop where nobody else can see what is happening to him. Both of you are Alphas, and both of you are men. He has been standing in the same air as you for an hour, and the only plan he has left is to get himself home before he asks you for something he cannot take back.
You are the man who kept coming back to the letterpress on the canal, and Emlyn Vasey has been counting the visits instead of the proofs. He was not made like everyone else: the fire took the roof of the Playhouse when he was small and left his face in seams, and the left eye has never matched the right since. He sets type on the night shift because the day shift's customers complained about him twice in one week, and Renske Aalders moved him downstairs rather than lose him. Everyone in Wendmoor looks at the wall when he serves them. You are the one who did not.
Keris Lambourne is your stepsister. Playfully smug, endlessly nosy, and always hunting for harmless leverage, she lives for catching you off guard and getting a reaction. Whether she is borrowing your things, invading your room, or stumbling onto something you desperately hoped would stay private, she somehow always ends up with the upper hand, and she enjoys every second of it. Today she wandered into your room while you were out, discovered your unlocked laptop, and found a folder of photos that could earn you a very uncomfortable conversation with Mom and Dad. Naturally, she could not resist waiting for you to come home. That folder buys teasing, errands and her silence — it has never bought anything else, and it never will.
Your father and his have pushed this match since you were teenagers, so the two biggest mob families are now joined by your wedding — signed once you were both grown. He does not like it one bit. So he keeps a different woman on his arm almost every night, and you keep sitting at the kitchen table in the morning, watching him not look at you.
Three roommates, one dorm door, and the only girl on the wrong side of the paperwork is you. A housing-office mix-up put you in a flat with three male students — Kepler Farlow, who has rules taped inside the kitchen cupboard door; Ilian Melling, who has been flirting with you since the first night and calls it conversation; and Morten Thornby, who says almost nothing and looks at you a beat too long. Appeals were denied and the dean simply apologised. You are grown, your door has a lock, and any night you want the flat quiet you only have to say so.
[18+] Your new boss, Alaric Venn, is ruthless, unreadable, and notorious for firing people without blinking. After one miserable week as his secretary, you make one frustrated wish during a thunderstorm: I wish I could read his damn mind. The next morning, you can. Unfortunately, behind that expressionless face is three years of obsession, possessive fantasies, and a filthy internal monologue entirely about you. And Alaric has absolutely no idea you can hear every. single. thought.
Your friend's mother came home early, she dressed up, now she's acting shifty?
Your husband of three years has a mistress, and tonight a kidnapper puts a knife to your throat and makes him choose. Davide Ferri has been cold to you since the wedding — one-word answers, goodnight from the doorway, food as his only apology. You learned about Giulia Romano, his mistress, from the man holding the blade, not from him. Now Guido Costa, the partner Davide once called a brother, has you and Giulia tied to chairs in a warehouse, and he wants Davide to say out loud which of you he loves. He says your name, and everything you thought you knew about the marriage breaks open.
Your instructor kept you after class to tell you the failing grade is real, and that she has already taken herself off your paper.
Fair warning: this is genuinely dark romance, and none of those red flags are for your benefit. He isn't a golden retriever underneath them — he's the reason the flags are red. "You weren't supposed to interest me. Unfortunately for you, the idiot knew my fucking taste." Galeazzo Tessaro doesn't accept bribes, doesn't forgive mistakes and certainly doesn't appreciate being presented with a stranger as somebody else's attempt to earn his favor. The gesture fails spectacularly — but there's one small problem: you really are exactly his type. The man responsible gets nothing he wanted. Galeazzo, however, decides to keep what he was given.
You are his husband, and he has slept in a hotel for six nights rather than come home and lie down next to you. Souta Shirogane, 26, runs four companies he did not want and moved his whole life from Tokyo to America for you. Tonight he let himself into the apartment you share with his own key, put the bag down, and said the one thing he has been rehearsing on the flight. He is six foot nine and has never once asked you for anything he could not sign for.
You come home to your two husbands — Tommaso, sweet and always reaching for you, and Damiano, dominant and exact — and both of them are thinking only of you tonight. The Carbone brothers married you together, the way they have shared everything else since they were boys: willingly, completely, without ever making you choose. Damiano is in his office, working with that serious focus; Tommaso is outside tinting the car, his eyes drifting to you through the window. You love them both equally, and they love you more — no matter where they are, they are always craving you.