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  A fake boyfriend. A killer family. And a deadly wedding. Maggie Hamilton comes from a long line of people paid to dish out death. Unfortunately, Maggie is a family failure. Age? Twenty-nine. Kill count?  Zero . When her father decides to marry her off to her psychotic ex at thirty, Maggie panics and hatches the world’s worst fake a relationship to buy herself some time. Enter Roman Ellis. Maggie's hot, grumpy neighbour and internet-famous 'celibacy' influencer. Little does he know that Maggie knows all about his secret life. She hears it all through her bedroom wall. He’s gorgeous, insufferable, and wouldn't look at her twice given the chance. But Maggie isn't giving him the chance; she's taking him home whether he likes it or not. They just need to make it through an eleven-hour drive to the Highlands for her father’s wedding. With Roman tied to the passenger seat, a suspicious stepmother-to-be who may or may not be poisoning the groom, and a stalker ex lurki...

I didn’t eat people. Just men.   First of all, I’d like to set the record straight. I wasn’t a cannibal, ʼkay? I didn’t eat  people . Just men. I ate their hearts out before they ever saw me coming. Figuratively, of course. Most of the time. Sometimes a girl had to do what a girl had to do. And sometimes what I had to do was fry those suckers up with a little bit of buttermilk and enough shortening to give ya coronary. I wouldn’t ever apologize for it. Which was something else you should know about me. I was unapologetic. Then again, so was he. Else the hotshot with a blade bigger than his d*ck wouldn’t have barged his way into my little apartment without so much as a “my bad, sorry for disturbing you, ma’am.” And I wouldn’t have been forced to tie him to a chair and teach him some manners. But here we are, ain’t we? Just a sweet little Southern girl and the big bad pickle-diddler who thought he was about to get his rocks off. Guess it wasn’t his lucky day. Sure was mine, thou...

  Shadowface is watching. And this time, he’s not alone. They say Shadowface is just a story—a ghost tale passed down through generations. But stories don’t kill people. Unless they’re true. A brutal murder rocks the town of Kinsmen, awakening the old legend. Then I appear like a bad omen, caught in the crosshairs of two best friends turned rivals. One is dark and dangerous, the other golden and delicious. They both want something from me, and both of them are lying. As the whispers grow louder, I’m dragged into a web of obsession, murder, and a past that refuses to stay buried. The deeper I go, the more I realize the only way out might be to become the legend itself. This is Why Choose Dark Horror Romance with extremely dark themes. Read at your own discretion. My Review Remy, Tommy, and Didi what a trio. Didi started out as a wallflower but by the end of this story, she was a little fighter. She did have Tommy and Remy to thank for that. They helped to show her that she is beauti...

  How long does it take for captivity to feel like home? Tory knew Carl was odd—the meticulous clothes, the creepy smile, the strange coffee orders—but she never imagined how dangerous he truly was until she woke up trapped in an exact replica of The Daily Grind—her own workplace, methodically recreated by the man she always thought of as harmless, if a little strange. Her job hasn't changed: serve Carl coffee, day after horrifying day, following his rigid routine. But this time, any mistake could cost her her life. As days pass, she sees other abductees in Carl’s carefully crafted world who've already lost the fight, conditioned to accept their captivity without question. Tory isn’t going to be like the others, though. She can’t let Carl break her—but if she can't escape soon, she risks losing herself to his chilling vision of the perfect life. With each passing moment, escape seems less likely, and compliance seems easier. But giving in means losing herself forever… Disco...

  At twelve years old, I killed my mother and found my father dead in the bathtub. I didn’t mean to; at least, that’s what I tell myself. Years of neglect, cruelty, and being told I wasn’t really her daughter pushed something inside me past the point of return. When she stood over me with a shattered wine glass, I snapped. Sometimes I think I regret it. Other times, I wonder if she was right—if I was never meant to be human at all. That was a lifetime ago. I’ve spent years learning how to hide the monster that came out that night. But monsters recognize their own. When my violence resurfaces and blood stains my hands once again, someone notices. Someone who saw me back then too, only he hadn’t found me yet. Larkin never pretended to be anything but a monster. For years, he’s carved a path through the Pacific Northwest, hunting the girl who unknowingly stole his first kill. Instead of ending me, he draws me into a deadly game—one I shouldn’t enjoy, no matter how intoxicating it feel...

  Here's what to Humorous sports omegaverse MMMFMM Olympic athletes (curling and figure skating) Swords cross Bodyguard/client Bullies turned lovers Second chance Surprise heat DP Virgin FMC and MMC Demi rep Shibari Can they get the girl and the gold? After the Olympic committee is forced to allow omegas to compete, Raven Novak is called up to represent Team USA in figure skating in Milan. She’s worked hard to get here and is determined to live up to the expectations of everyone watching. Pack West is committed to bringing curling into the public eye, starting with winning the gold. They don’t expect to come face to face with the girl they tormented in high school. No longer just a girl, she’s an omega bombshell… and their scent match. But when someone tampers with Raven’s heat suppressants, and she wakes up with a bonding bite, her bodyguard is willing to put it all on the line to protect her. Can Pack West prove they’ve changed so they can win the girl, the gold, and make sure th...