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Taken by a mysterious (and terminal) disease, Keela only wants one thing out of life:
To have a gentleman love her just enough to whisk her away from her moody home and family, and into a comfortable marriage where she will be cared for.
But even in the Gods' Capital, dreamers are fools ...
Keela is content to carry on with her daydreams, until an aniel--a child of a God--wanders onto her path, and he doesn't seem interested in leaving any time soon.
She is mortal. How can she order an ancient and wicked aniel away from her?
And...besides, what could be the harm in allowing the aniel to purchase her some pretty dresses before he loses all interest in her?
But for a mortal to be noticed by an aniel is like being noticed by a God. It is sweet for a heartbeat, loving even. But at its core, it is dark poison and deception and rot.
Keela knows better than to humour an aniel. She knows better than to allow him to splurge on her. Because she knows how all mortal-aniel stories end--
They always end with the mortal's death.
Keela has her own sickness to fight off every day. She doesn't need Silver, the aniel, as an added threat to face.
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She was left for dead, but Mia wasn’t truly lost until her Alpha found her.
No woman willingly travels to the Boundarylands.
It’s where they are—the Alphas.
They keep to themselves in the wilderness, and beta civilization knows to keep its distance. Especially beta women…for fear they may not be a beta after all.
The only way to know your true nature is to feel the touch of an Alpha. Omegas may be rare, but every woman knows their fates are hellish—held captive, broken, mated, knotted, and bred.
Injured and abandoned in the heart of the Boundarylands, Mia knows her chances of making it back to civilization alive are slim. Still, she has to try. But when a massive Alpha captures her first, she can’t stop the desire she feels for him.
Mia has always been a survivor, but not even she can fight the overwhelming hunger surging through her, or the need to be his in every possible way.
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Nothing will stop the Bratva mob boss from taking back what’s his, and once he has her, he’ll do anything to keep her…
Viviana “Vine” Carducci’s and Anton Avdonin’s marriage was decided more than two decades ago. The deal between leading mafia families has more on the line than anyone knew, even if the Bratva and Cosa Nostra shouldn’t mix. When Vine’s family is murdered and she’s left with nothing more than her grief to survive the mob world alone, she believes the arrangement won’t see the light of day.
Anton can’t allow the one woman he was supposed to love get away. At the possibility of her death, he steps in to save her with guns blazing, knowing exactly what it might cost him: everything. But it’s been nearly a decade since their last meeting, and he can’t help but wonder if the woman he took back is the same girl he fell for all those years before.
Protected and loved, Vine is unable to forget their shared moments a lifetime ago, or the future she knows they’re owed. When an old flame of Anton’s shows up to rip the veil off the carefully constructed secrets he’d been hiding, she learns that nothing about her life is as it seems. But, that’s nothing compared to the bomb about to blow. Can Vine see beyond the pain and blood to take what she always wanted? And just how far will the mob prince go to keep her safe?
In a world where violence, deceit, and greed reign, your life is not your own, and sometimes, love has to be arranged.
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