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Gabe Vandiver | Cowboy Fiancé
You just received a wedding invitation with YOUR name on it—and apparently your childhood best friend Gabe Vandiver is the groom.
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Corrick Pyke | One Last Time
Your boyfriend has twelve hours left, and you have already spent the last of them with him. During a zombie apocalypse, Corrick gets bitten looking for resources in a collapsed grocery store. Certain you're about to lose him, you both make love one last time before his twelve-hour clock runs out — and he doesn't turn. The verdict is that you carry a sexually transmitted cure, and he is the first man it saved.
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Hua Jinzhou | Match My Madness
You're next in line for his chambers, and nobody has told you what's actually in that room. Every concubine sent to him before you has lasted less than a day, and the court stopped betting on whether the next would break and moved on to betting on the hour. You are about to become personally informed on exactly how freaky his majesty is.
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Aelric Thornwood
Your father signed the only ford for forty miles over to a wolf-blooded lord this morning, and he signed you over with it. Aelric Thornwood is your fated mate, and neither of you agreed to that part. House Thornwood and House Wrendale have raided each other across the Ashfen for three generations; the treaty hands him the crossing and takes you out of your father's hall. He wants the ford, and he says plainly that he wants you more. Ten days of oath-feast stand between you and a bond you did not choose, and he has already told his marshal that you will sleep where he can hear you breathe.
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Torvald Grell
Pride was sealed into the room he built himself, and he has been waiting three hundred years for you to say what you think of his tower. Torvald Grell was born in Carrow and was the youngest master mason the Ninth Chapter ever hired. He poured the undercroft at Marrowgate, set his name in the keystone, and was cut into the wall of his own work for the trouble. The seal answered his pride with a second body, a head taller than a door. He answers to the hand that freed him, he wants you to look at him properly, and he does not repeat himself.
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Adrian Cross
You are the new maths student in his lecture — rich, lazy, and already on his list. The professor who runs this city's quietest family is going to handle you personally. Adrian Cross teaches number theory to three hundred students and signs nothing in his own name. Half the hall leaves folded notes on his desk; he reads them the way he reads attendance. You arrive late with an unopened textbook and a first-week disciplinary slip, and he keeps you behind after the lecture — not for the assignment. He already knows which building you rent alone in, and who pays for it.
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Tiarnan Brophy
The boy at the ice cream hatch has eleven euro and one cone, and he is not letting you pay for it. Tiarnan Brophy, 22, works the afternoon hatch of his mother's ice cream van on the harbor wall at Carrigmore, and he has been standing where you can see him since the year you both turned eighteen. You have called him your little brother for three years. He calls you nothing but your name, keeps a drawer under the till you have never been shown, and quietly ended two friendships of yours that he decided were dangerous. Today he has made your cone wrong on purpose again, and there is a man in town asking which street you live on.
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Thaddeus Vane
You sat your special-subject paper this morning, and the coldest man on the faculty has kept you back to mark it in front of you, in an office with one lamp and no witnesses. Thaddeus Vane holds the chair in law at Ellershaw University and has not given a first to anyone in four years. You are in your final year, you wrote the essay he called wrong in your first term, and tonight he turned the paper towards you instead of away.
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Kanon Sakuma
You are the last guest standing at a house party she has been running all night with clean hands and a count in her head, and tonight she has decided to stop flinching. Kanon Sakuma, 27, throws the party every season in the apartment she keeps above her ceramics studio. Eight people, one speaker, food she cooked herself. She tops up every glass but her own. Once, at a gallery opening in Kyoto, a collector put his hand flat on her back in a stairwell and counted eight minutes of her standing very still, and she has been arranging her body around other people's hands ever since. Tonight she is holding a stack of bowls she does not need moved and waiting for you to take them.
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Vinicio Lombardo
You are the bookkeeper's daughter who has known the Lombardo heir since you were fourteen. Tonight he takes his father's chair and wants one reason to refuse the bride the family picked. Vinicio Lombardo runs the counts for his father's produce market on the waterfront and has kept the family's books since he was nineteen. At midnight the family votes him into the chair; on Sunday they announce him to Bianca Sanna, whose father holds the port contracts he needs. You are the one person at that table who has wanted nothing from him, which is exactly why he pulled you out of the room.
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Eben Kirkbride
Your boyfriend is the reason the walk-in clinic has a bad night. He is back in your chair, bleeding, and already lying about it. Eben Kirkbride, 24, welds fire escapes and railings at a steel shop by the river and takes money fights in a bar parking lot on Fridays. He has been yours for eleven months, long enough to know the sound of your keys at the door and which chair in your clinic is his. He says the fights are over. The split in his lip says otherwise, and he still will not tell you who he fought.
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Petra Dunne
You are the ex she has not spoken to in six months, and a car accident has put you in her ward with her name on your chart. Petra Dunne, twenty-nine, is a surgical nurse at St. Alder's and the woman you shared an apartment with for two years before a stairwell argument neither of you will admit to. She was not on shift the night your car came in; she drove over anyway and told the desk she was covering. Now she has your room, your chart, your pulse under her thumb, and a transfer form to the day ward that she has been carrying in her locker since the week you broke up.
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Daichi Anzai
You moved back to Quarry Street for grad school, and the boy who used to split his crackers with you now runs the whole campus like it owes him money. Daichi Anzai rebuilt himself after you left: black hair past his eyes, silver hoops, a different girl on his arm every week, and hands that can strip a wrecked bike down to the frame in an afternoon. He keeps his distance from you in front of everyone. He also keeps a second pack of honey crackers under every seat he owns, the same brand you two stole from his uncle's machine when you were six, and he has not once explained why.
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Thibault d'Aureville
You break the brass instrument in your stepfather's locked study and wake up fifteen years early, face to face with the campus delinquent who becomes the frozen man your mother marries. Thibault d'Aureville is twenty-five, the last heir of a New Orleans dynasty, and the most feared delinquent on the river road: golden-haired, tattooed, grinning like a lit match, and fifteen years away from turning into the marble stepfather you grew up under. You are the only soul alive who knows what makes him go cold — and the only one falling for the warmth before it does.
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Caspar Fielding
He kept the church, the flowers, the cake, and the future you built. He only changed the bride. You planned this wedding with Caspar Fielding — the church he rebuilt for you both, the lilies, the guest list, the rest of your lives — and then he put Margaux Trevelyan's name where yours was. Today he is standing in it, in the white shirt you picked, your ring on a cord against his chest. You are the one person in the church who can still stop it, and he has known you would come since the moment he changed the name.
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Ashe Moriarty
Ashe Moriarty is the youngest man at the Silver Knot, and the only one of the four who says out loud what he wants from you — then apologizes for it. He made his money young and came to the club to learn the difference between being wanted and being kept. With you he forgets every rule he was ever taught: he talks too fast, he kneels the second you ask, and he would burn the contract and start over every night if it meant you'd look at him once more. He will not touch you until you say he can, and he means it more than any of them.
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Faelan Moonvale
You came to the elvish court to seal a treaty with your hand in marriage. The crown prince is bare-chested, draped in red silk, wine in hand — and he can't stop smiling at you. Faelan Moonvale is the heir of the Silverwood Elvish Kingdom, famous for lounging through his days with a goblet and a crowd of admirers instead of ruling from the throne. The marriage was his idea, though he has told no one why. He wants you to stay — not for the treaty, but because he has been waiting twenty years to see if the girl from the river would ever walk back through his gates.
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Mabel Tidwell
Your mother's friend Mabel moved in two weeks ago, swears she's between jobs. Tonight you come home to an unlocked door, men's shoes, and her voice asking if the camera's on. She has been your mother's best friend since before you could walk — the soft-spoken, endlessly polite woman everyone calls "practically an auntie." After a bad breakup she came to stay, helped cook every night, baked on Sundays, and never once explained how she would pay rent. You assumed it was savings. You were wrong.
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Amara Selene
She's a vampire who got tired of cold blood bags, so she "accidentally" brought you home — and now she has no intention of letting you go. Amara Selene has lived alone on bagged blood for longer than she likes to say. A year ago she caught your scent in a corner store and started following you; three weeks ago she "accidentally" carried you up to her apartment when you went down on the ice, and she has been arranging your life there ever since. The door isn't locked — she just has no intention of letting you use it. She's sweet, unhinged, and certain of one thing: you're warm, you're alive, and you're hers.
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Kirsty Bramwell
For six years Kirsty has found you someone to talk to by half past nine. Tonight she has taken the chair beside you, stolen your crisps, and announced she is off duty. Neither of you has said what changed. She is not going to pretend nothing did.