LOGINWhat would you do if three hot men came to your doorstep claiming to be the father of your kids? I would slam the door against their faces. ***** Briar Ashford had everything—an ideal marriage, a loving mate, and a baby on the way. But her world shattered when she discovered her husband’s affair with her closest friend. The betrayal led to the loss of her baby and a burning desire for revenge. In a moment of reckless despair, she had a one-night stand with a stranger before fleeing to start anew. In her new town, the moon goddess grants her a second chance at motherhood, but the blessing comes with unexpected twists. Seven years later, Briar’s past collides with her present when three men show up at her doorstep, claiming to be the fathers of her children. How was this possible? She only had a one night stand with one man. Want to know more? Read and find out.
View MoreThe shirt slid away under his hands, fabric dragging slow over my arms before he tossed it aside.His mouth traced a path lower, heat sinking into my skin as he pressed wet kisses between my breasts, down into the valley of cleavage until I was arching toward him, begging without words.I reached for him, desperate to feel muscle and heat, but he caught my wrist mid-motion and pinned it above my head against the pillow. My breath stuttered, body straining.“Kyl—please,” I gasped, hips rising, shameless.He only smirked against my skin and latched onto my nipple, sucking hard, his tongue circling until I cried out. My back bowed, every nerve sparking.“Please what?” he asked, voice rough, before catching the other nipple between his teeth and flicking it with his tongue.My answer was a whimper that broke into his name. “Please, Kylan.”He ignored the plea, lips trailing lower, each kiss slower than the last, deliberate torture. My pants were next, yanked away in one powerful motion th
I woke up screaming.The nightmare clung to me like spider webs—images of the altar, the suspended prisoners, the look of terror in their eyes as they'd hung there waiting to die. But worse than the memories was the crushing weight of guilt that settled over me the moment consciousness returned."Hey, hey, it's okay," Kylan's voice was soft and soothing as gentle hands helped me sit up. "You're safe. We're all safe."I looked around wildly, taking in our surroundings. We were in what appeared to be an abandoned cabin, rough wooden walls and a fireplace that cast dancing shadows across the room. Through the single window, I could see early morning light filtering through normal, uncorrupted trees."The prisoners," I said urgently. "Did they—are they okay?""They're alive," Kieran assured me from where he sat cleaning his sword. "Weak, traumatized, but alive. Slade's people are getting them medical attention.""Slade's people?""Turns out our reformed traitor has been building a resist
The Shadowlands looked exactly like their name suggested—a realm where darkness seemed to be more present than anything else. I could smell it in the atmosphere, feel it against my skin the moment my feet touched the dark sands, pressing down on us like a living thing. The air itself tasted wrong, like ash, but there was no ash in the air. Just a gloomy dark look. The clouds were grey and dark. Buildings halved, some with roofs but without a foundation. Floating in the air because of some sort of magic. "Stay close," Kai whispered, his sword already drawn, claws extended, eyes golden brown as we moved through what had once been a forest. The trees here were twisted into unnatural shapes, their bark black as charcoal and their branches reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers.We'd been planning this reconnaissance mission for three days, poring over maps and magical signatures until we'd finally identified a weak point in Malachar's defenses. The plan was simple—get in, gathe
"As much as I like your enthusiasm, we can't just barge in," Slade said, his voice carrying the weight of someone who had seen Malachar's defenses firsthand. "The Shadowlands aren't just protected by magic—they're protected by geography. The place exists partially outside our reality.""What does that mean, practically speaking?" Kai asked, settling into his chair as he prepared for what was clearly going to be a long tactical discussion."It means we can't just walk up to the front door," Slade explained. "The ritual site exists in a pocket dimension, accessible only through specific entry points that Malachar controls. He'll know the moment we cross the threshold.""How many entry points?" Kieran asked, his tactical mind already working through possibilities."Three that I know of," Slade replied. "But they're heavily guarded, and approaching any of them will trigger alarms throughout the complex.""We need more information," I said, frustration creeping into my voice. "We need some






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