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Desired

Desired

Love, please tell me how you got hurt? How can I fix it, if I dont know what's wrong?" Calum asked, his focus on his concern for her wellbeing, and not his own evident lust which was growing by the second at her close proximity. "I'm fine." Colt said through gritted teeth, wondering why her legs still wouldn't obey her and walk away from the man behind her, who radiated the most dangerous heat of all. She was so distracted, she didn't even hear him climb out the damn truck. She should have bought the Range Rover, she thought fleetingly, less trespassing capacity that way. "I can tell you aren't." Calum spoke quietly, pulling her from her thought tangent. He was so close to her ear she could feel as his breath tickle the back of her neck, and create the most delightful shiver across her skin. Calum could scent her arousal, he smiled knowing she wanted him, yet he still knew he should step back, it would be the gentlemanly thing to do. But then, Calum had never been a gentleman. Instead he stepped closer, so he was pressed flush against her, he smiled at her sharp intake of breath as she realised just how equally affected he was by her. "If it isn't pain that's affecting you then, Colt, what has you so flustered?" He asked sliding his hand further around her waist, while his erection was trapped hard against her backside. Colt couldn't help herself, she pushed herself further into him, tipping her head back against his shoulder, before allowing him to gently turn her around. She was frozen in the one spot her forehead leant against his shoulder as she allowed herself to take comfort in his embrace. Her whole body felt like it was being engulfed in the most blissful of heats, his. She suddenly became aware of all the places she wanted to be touched and touch in return, as her body ached for more, more contact, more friction, more of Calum. -------- Colt Merrier has left her life behind in her search for a new start. In the past year, she has met her mate, had him destroy their bond and her ability to trust. She has also discovered, she is a chimera. A genetic fusion of two embryos in the womb, as such she now has the ability to shift into both a Wolf and a Scottish Wildcat. So, now she is in Scotland getting to know her grandparents, and trying to build a new mate free life. Unfortunately fate has other plans for Colt. Not only are her grandparents hiding secret plans and ambitions, that will directly impact her peaceful mate free existence. But the clan enemy of the man they want her to marry, is claiming to be her true mate as well. What's worse, now Colt can shift, she can feel the full effects of the mate bond, pulling her towards Calum Macgregor whether she wants it to, or not. Add in that her first mate Elijah Lupus is still hunting for her as well, and Colt's new life of peace is about to be shaken up. Three men desire her, and Colt secretly desires two of them as well. But when betraying a mate bond is to sentence your mate to excruciating pain and potentially death, how will she navigate being so desired? ----- *Desired is the next installment, following on from Determined.*
Back to the Engagement Feast, I Chose His Uncle

Back to the Engagement Feast, I Chose His Uncle

Ciel Miller opened her eyes to the blinding lights of a Manhattan ballroom, realizing she had been reborn on the exact night her life was ruined. On the stage, the billionaire patriarch of the Chavez family was proudly announcing her engagement to his arrogant grandson, Harry. In her past life, Ciel had blindly accepted his outstretched hand. That single step plunged her into a suffocating marriage filled with public humiliation and psychological torture, slowly draining her life away until she died. Harry had treated her like a pathetic stray dog, flaunting his absolute ownership while systematically destroying her. Now, as the polite applause echoed, Harry extended his hand with a sickening smirk, waiting for her to lower her head and submit. Instead, Ciel stood perfectly rigid and publicly rejected him in front of the entire New York elite. Harry's face drained of color, while his family quickly mocked her. "This is a cheap, embarrassing trick to get his attention," his sister sneered. Harry's arrogant smirk crawled back. He fully believed she was just throwing a childish tantrum to make him jealous, convinced she was absolutely nothing without his wealth and status. But Ciel looked at the man who had killed her in her past life with freezing disgust. Then, she turned to the powerful patriarch and dropped a bombshell that left the entire ballroom gasping for air. "If the family insists on taking care of me, I will marry into the Chavez family." "But I want to marry the comatose war hero. I want to marry General Deacon Chavez." She would rather spend the rest of her life with a "vegetable" than wake up next to a monster.
Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret

Ex-Wife Rising: The CEO's Regret

My Chanel suit was ruined, stained with road dirt and torn at the sleeve, while the hospital bodyguards stood like stone walls to keep me away from my husband’s room. Inside that room, Ashely Berger was being treated for "multiple fractures" after allegedly lunging into the path of my car—a car I know she threw herself into on purpose. The press swarmed me, flashing cameras in my face and hurling accusations of attempted murder, while my husband, Corbin, marched past me without a single glance, his eyes filled with nothing but cold, lethal disgust. He didn't ask if I was hurt; he didn't care about the truth. He only cared about the woman behind the door, whispering gentle promises to her while treating me like a piece of filth that had somehow contaminated his life. I stood there, hollowed out, as he demanded a divorce and threatened to strip me of everything, branding me a monster in front of the entire world to protect his precious reputation and his mistress. The injustice burned, but as he turned his back on me to comfort her, I realized the game had changed. I wasn't going to let him ruin me for a crime I didn't commit, and I certainly wouldn't let her steal my life without a fight. I walked into the room, locked the door, and looked at the woman playing the victim. She wanted to play the role of the tragic, broken angel? Fine. I was ready to show her exactly how a real Mcgowan fights back.