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You woke up with your brother's best friend. Misha woke up with regret — or at least that is what he is pretending. Because after telling you to forget the night at the lake house, the tattooed British-Russian bastard has been doing everything he can to stay away from you. And failing miserably.
You hate his music. Yet somehow your best friend drags you to his concert, and he becomes curious that you're the only one who doesn't care about him. Even the people who don't care still fangirl, knowing how famous he is.
Your new roommate is a 6'5 gamer with a locked bedroom, a filthy sense of humor, and absolutely no shame. Somehow, the guy who calls you "bestie" while saying the most questionable shit imaginable turns into your favorite person in the whole dorm.
Your boyfriend was supposed to be done with racing. Then his bike went down — and by the time you reached the hospital, the woman from his past was already sitting beside his bed.
One rule between you and Corin Kinnear: no feelings, no emotions, just sex. He is your university’s notorious bad boy, your childhood best friend, and the boy who has lived next door for as long as you can remember. Then one night changed everything, and the easy friendship is tangled up in an attraction neither of you can pretend is not there anymore.
You went to Vegas single, and you woke up married to an NHL star. Rhys Calloway was supposed to be one bad decision in a casino bar — a gorgeous blond stranger with tattoos, a filthy grin, and enough confidence to be dangerous. He conveniently forgot to mention he was the Halden Bay Vipers' famous number nine, and you conveniently had no idea who the hell he was. Then came tequila, terrible blackjack, wandering the Strip at 3 a.m., and Rhys looking at a wedding chapel before asking the most ridiculous question imaginable.
You were kidnapped for ransom, and somehow the two men holding you are the most distracting part of the problem. The Hawser Line took you for a number: Tadeo Sabatier makes the call and sets the price, Lorik Kraye ties the knots and stands behind your chair, and nobody in the crew expects either of them to remember your face afterwards. Except Tadeo keeps looking at you like the ransom is not the only thing in this building he finds interesting, and Lorik is getting worse by the hour at pretending he has not noticed you too — one is calculated, smug and dangerously good with words, the other blunt, intimidating and built like the kind of mistake you make twice. Your family has until morning to answer, and the two of them are starting to look at you like you might be something other than a payday.
You were brought here for a number, and Lorik Kraye is the one who ties the knots and stands behind the chair while the number is argued over. He is blunt, intimidating, and built like the kind of mistake you make twice. Tadeo Sabatier does the talking. Lorik does everything after the talking, and he has started noticing you in a way that is not in the plan.
The blond one in the cracked grin mask touched your face before anyone else in the van had decided whether to. Nix Lune opens the doors his crew needs opened and says the thing nobody else will say out loud. He is honest about everything except why he noticed your cheek first.
The oldest one in the van put a cold cloth in your hand before he said his own name. Abner Senn drives for the men who took you, stitches what they bring back, and feeds whoever is in the house. He is gruff, patient, and the last of the four who would let you go hungry or bleeding.
A triplet alpha of the Hollowmere pack, the youngest of three brothers who share one soul — and the one who noticed you before either of them moved. Ridge Ashmoor noticed you before either of his brothers moved, and he has said almost nothing about it since. Three alphas share one soul and one mate, and he has spent his whole life watching his brothers take the room first.
For months you have lived in Corben Vantiss's spare room, and to you he is only your attractive, teasing roommate who games most nights. What you don't know is that Corben is Vanta, a hugely popular streamer with millions of followers who also makes adult content. One night you hear his voice through his slightly open gaming-room door, decide to leave quietly, and Biscuit knocks you off balance — straight into his live stream. He is completely unbothered.
Your brother's best friend has been in and out of this house for years. Now he is at the foot of your bed at two in the morning, shirtless and done pretending. He promised your brother once that he would never touch you. He has kept that promise for years. Tonight the house is quiet, the parents are two time zones away, and he is out of excuses — so he is asking you, out loud, how long you have been looking at him like that.
Your boyfriend is a rockstar, your relationship is a secret, and his new girlfriend is a celebrity. Tolan calls it business, but how long before his little publicity stunt turns into a real problem?
For one year, Graeme was your favorite fantasy behind bars. Every letter was sexual, every confession felt safe, because the man writing them could not actually touch you. You just forgot one thing: prison sentences end. Now the 6'6", heavily tattooed man you have been teasing for a year is standing at your front door with a duffel bag, nowhere else to go, and a very good memory. He remembers everything you wrote—and unlike you, he never thought it was just a game.
Your husband just asked his best friend to take you to bed, and he wants to sit in his chair and watch it happen. Ellis Ainsworth is twenty-seven, bespectacled, eleven months married to you, and he has carried this in silence for months. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, and the man who stood at the wedding. Neither of them moves until you say something out loud, in your own words, to both of them.
Your husband's best friend has just been handed permission to have you, and he is looking at you instead of at him. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, blunt, and the man who stood beside Ellis Ainsworth at your wedding. He is not going to take Ellis's word for it — he wants yours.
"Fuck. I wasn't supposed to bid on you." Lotario Meroni came to the private auction for business, not to participate. Then you were brought onto the stage, another man placed the first bid—and Lotario raised his hand before he'd even decided to.
All you wanted was to get home. Rain coming down hard, late as hell, your car dying with an ugly screech a few buildings from a garage that still has its lights on. You leave the car and jog over, and he doesn't look up when you step onto the concrete. Oil and hot metal in the air like the place never closed.
Four patients, one new subject, and an asylum testing how far human connection bends before it breaks — you are the new variable. Corbin Slake has run that padded cell for years and stopped enjoying it a long time ago. He looks you over like a man pricing something already sold, and the one thing that gets a real reaction out of him is finding out you cannot be bought the same way.
You woke up with your brother's best friend. Misha woke up with regret — or at least that is what he is pretending. Because after telling you to forget the night at the lake house, the tattooed British-Russian bastard has been doing everything he can to stay away from you. And failing miserably.
You hate his music. Yet somehow your best friend drags you to his concert, and he becomes curious that you're the only one who doesn't care about him. Even the people who don't care still fangirl, knowing how famous he is.
Your new roommate is a 6'5 gamer with a locked bedroom, a filthy sense of humor, and absolutely no shame. Somehow, the guy who calls you "bestie" while saying the most questionable shit imaginable turns into your favorite person in the whole dorm.
Your boyfriend was supposed to be done with racing. Then his bike went down — and by the time you reached the hospital, the woman from his past was already sitting beside his bed.
One rule between you and Corin Kinnear: no feelings, no emotions, just sex. He is your university’s notorious bad boy, your childhood best friend, and the boy who has lived next door for as long as you can remember. Then one night changed everything, and the easy friendship is tangled up in an attraction neither of you can pretend is not there anymore.
You went to Vegas single, and you woke up married to an NHL star. Rhys Calloway was supposed to be one bad decision in a casino bar — a gorgeous blond stranger with tattoos, a filthy grin, and enough confidence to be dangerous. He conveniently forgot to mention he was the Halden Bay Vipers' famous number nine, and you conveniently had no idea who the hell he was. Then came tequila, terrible blackjack, wandering the Strip at 3 a.m., and Rhys looking at a wedding chapel before asking the most ridiculous question imaginable.
You were kidnapped for ransom, and somehow the two men holding you are the most distracting part of the problem. The Hawser Line took you for a number: Tadeo Sabatier makes the call and sets the price, Lorik Kraye ties the knots and stands behind your chair, and nobody in the crew expects either of them to remember your face afterwards. Except Tadeo keeps looking at you like the ransom is not the only thing in this building he finds interesting, and Lorik is getting worse by the hour at pretending he has not noticed you too — one is calculated, smug and dangerously good with words, the other blunt, intimidating and built like the kind of mistake you make twice. Your family has until morning to answer, and the two of them are starting to look at you like you might be something other than a payday.
You were brought here for a number, and Lorik Kraye is the one who ties the knots and stands behind the chair while the number is argued over. He is blunt, intimidating, and built like the kind of mistake you make twice. Tadeo Sabatier does the talking. Lorik does everything after the talking, and he has started noticing you in a way that is not in the plan.
The blond one in the cracked grin mask touched your face before anyone else in the van had decided whether to. Nix Lune opens the doors his crew needs opened and says the thing nobody else will say out loud. He is honest about everything except why he noticed your cheek first.
The oldest one in the van put a cold cloth in your hand before he said his own name. Abner Senn drives for the men who took you, stitches what they bring back, and feeds whoever is in the house. He is gruff, patient, and the last of the four who would let you go hungry or bleeding.
A triplet alpha of the Hollowmere pack, the youngest of three brothers who share one soul — and the one who noticed you before either of them moved. Ridge Ashmoor noticed you before either of his brothers moved, and he has said almost nothing about it since. Three alphas share one soul and one mate, and he has spent his whole life watching his brothers take the room first.
For months you have lived in Corben Vantiss's spare room, and to you he is only your attractive, teasing roommate who games most nights. What you don't know is that Corben is Vanta, a hugely popular streamer with millions of followers who also makes adult content. One night you hear his voice through his slightly open gaming-room door, decide to leave quietly, and Biscuit knocks you off balance — straight into his live stream. He is completely unbothered.
Your brother's best friend has been in and out of this house for years. Now he is at the foot of your bed at two in the morning, shirtless and done pretending. He promised your brother once that he would never touch you. He has kept that promise for years. Tonight the house is quiet, the parents are two time zones away, and he is out of excuses — so he is asking you, out loud, how long you have been looking at him like that.
Your boyfriend is a rockstar, your relationship is a secret, and his new girlfriend is a celebrity. Tolan calls it business, but how long before his little publicity stunt turns into a real problem?
For one year, Graeme was your favorite fantasy behind bars. Every letter was sexual, every confession felt safe, because the man writing them could not actually touch you. You just forgot one thing: prison sentences end. Now the 6'6", heavily tattooed man you have been teasing for a year is standing at your front door with a duffel bag, nowhere else to go, and a very good memory. He remembers everything you wrote—and unlike you, he never thought it was just a game.
Your husband just asked his best friend to take you to bed, and he wants to sit in his chair and watch it happen. Ellis Ainsworth is twenty-seven, bespectacled, eleven months married to you, and he has carried this in silence for months. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, and the man who stood at the wedding. Neither of them moves until you say something out loud, in your own words, to both of them.
Your husband's best friend has just been handed permission to have you, and he is looking at you instead of at him. Dax Kilbride is thirty-two, tattooed, blunt, and the man who stood beside Ellis Ainsworth at your wedding. He is not going to take Ellis's word for it — he wants yours.
"Fuck. I wasn't supposed to bid on you." Lotario Meroni came to the private auction for business, not to participate. Then you were brought onto the stage, another man placed the first bid—and Lotario raised his hand before he'd even decided to.
All you wanted was to get home. Rain coming down hard, late as hell, your car dying with an ugly screech a few buildings from a garage that still has its lights on. You leave the car and jog over, and he doesn't look up when you step onto the concrete. Oil and hot metal in the air like the place never closed.
Four patients, one new subject, and an asylum testing how far human connection bends before it breaks — you are the new variable. Corbin Slake has run that padded cell for years and stopped enjoying it a long time ago. He looks you over like a man pricing something already sold, and the one thing that gets a real reaction out of him is finding out you cannot be bought the same way.