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When I sold a vintage typewriter, I never imagined its new owner would become my pen pal, best friend, and secret crush. We have two rules: no photos and no real names. Over the years, "Remington" and I have gone from typewritten notes to daily texts, but our rules stay the same. And so does my life. I'm a wannabe writer who can't complete a novel, and I've fallen for a guy who I've never met. So when I received a letter my Nanna wrote before she died encouraging me to embark on a summer of risks—my first on the list was to break all the rules.

As any true sports fan will tell you, once you have an allegiance to a team it's set in stone. It's unwavering. It's finite. You never leave. Yet somehow, I've been asked to do just that. To set aside my love for The Yankees and take ownership of The New York Lions—the worst team in Major League Baseball. Oh, yes, and turn them into winners. An impossible job I don't want, from a gift I couldn't get a refund on.

Of course, my brother went and got himself hurt on this last deployment. I don't know what I expect at the hospital but I don't expect Noah, the man who saved my brother's life. I don't expect him to also save me . . . or that I will have to save him.

I let her slip through my fingers—No, that's a lie. I was reckless and pushed her away. I was never supposed to fall for her . . . my tutor, my best friend. My fantasy. I tried to stay away. I failed. Then we graduated and everything changed. All I needed was a step back, a moment to breathe. But by the time I came up for air, she was in the arms of another man. Four years later, everything is different. And when I see her again, I remember why I should have never let her go in the first place.

I used to think surviving the worst was the hard part. But no one talks about what comes after. Learning to trust. To breathe without flinching. To be held without expecting to break. My Alphas saved me. Claimed me. Wrapped me in the kind of love I never believed I'd have. Every day, I wake tangled in their arms with their scents on my skin and their bonds wrapped tight around my soul. And for the first time in years, I feel safe. Whole. Even happy.

When I was little, I used to be afraid of the monsters under the bed. No one ever told me that real monsters walk in the daylight. For eight unbearable months, I've been their prisoner—broken, bruised, and forced to endure horrors no one should ever face. But survival is in my blood. When four dangerous Alphas from a rival family storm into my life, their rescue shatters the cage that's held me captive. They're everything I should fear: powerful, lethal, and unapologetically dominant.

I can't stop thinking about her. We're friends. Best friends. She's the one I can talk to. Guy like me, in this life, that's priceless. Especially since I just was discharged from the military with an injury that's changed my life. She's precious to me, but I can't go there. Right?

Adrian Cross was never supposed to walk back into my life—especially not looking like that. Towering. Tattooed. With eyes that burn hotter than his tattoo gun. He's my brother's best friend. A polar bear shifter. My lifelong crush. And the new artist filling in at our shop while Magnus is out. He says I'm his fated mate. That he's known since we were kids. He says that he's waited long enough and he's done pretending.

When Trent Clarke caught me picking pockets at eleven, he didn’t turn me in. Instead, he took me under his wing and taught me that in this world, you take what you want and never look back. He might have shaped me, but I built my empire of the most successful string of strip clubs on the West Coast. Now that I have everything, it’s time to track down my deadbeat mother and remind her who she left behind. That is if the drugs didn’t kill her already.

Last Mistake is a LIGHT GRAY story with medium spice level and high angst! This story originated as a serial on Kindle Vella! Harley hates me, and my past deed haunts us… Until opportunity strikes to make it right and, for the first time, the hatred she holds for me disappears. Now she’s falling for the man beneath the mask—me. She needs to know the truth, but in stolen moments between whispered confessions, I chip away the walls around her heart in search of the woman I should never want... not like this. But I crave her.

TAKEN. SILENCED. Decorated in gold, she landed at the feet of a man who hates her. She’d been taken, stripped of her name, and then her voice. One minute, she’d been a struggling college student. The next, she’s living a nightmare. Or at least, another one, because lessons from her brutal childhood would provide her with the tools to navigate her new reality with the man who’d won her.

I finally went to get a tattoo. It was supposed to be a beautiful white lily, but the big, grumpy tattoo artist had something else in mind. Only, he didn't freaking tell me before he got started. When it's time for the big reveal, I don't see a pretty flower; I see his name tattooed across the back of my shoulder. He says I'm his. That I'm his mate. My friends tell him to go to hell. That we're suing. But this grouchy beast isn't shaken. He doesn't care one bit and keeps saying that he's marked me, so I belong to him now.

Cupid's Pack has always served one purpose: Protect the purity of mate bonds. But when my own fated mate turns out to be an unbearable prick, I tarnish my mother's perfect record. As the Luna of Cupid's Pack, she's never allowed one of our own to live unmated . . . And she has no intention of making an exception for me. When I choose to reject my mate, I seal my fate as an outcast.

I didn't get to be the head of the Di Salvo crime family by showing mercy. Just the opposite, in fact. Until I meet her. Thalia. My girl witnessed something that could get her killed, but it's my job to protect her now. She's not just a loose end to tie up, she's a shy, curvy goddess with a silent strength she's not even aware of. In my line of business, love is a liability. A weakness. Yet, every day Thalia is under my protection, I'm drawn closer to her warmth and soft-spoken words. This woman might just be my salvation.

I'm her best friend's older brother. When this feisty little thing pissed off a rival mob boss, I should have felt like a bastard for stripping her bare, spanking her ass red, and then teaching her how a good girl thanks a man like me for his protection. But she was soaking wet and ready for me when I bent her over and took her exactly the way she needed to be taken. Because whether she likes it or not, she's always been mine. And she always will be.

I was obsessed with the blue-eyed pixie from the second she jumped into my arms. Allegra. She clung to me and prayed for me to keep her safe, just for a little while. Allegra had just escaped from her degenerate uncle, and she had no idea she ran straight into a mafia enforcer. I've always been proud of my position within the Di Salvo family, but I'm not sure someone as sweet and innocent as Allegra will understand. For the first time, I wonder if my profession will keep me from the one thing I want most in life.

I haven't seen my old man in years, and I like it that way. Being the second in command of the Di Salvo crime family has kept me plenty busy, not to mention paid for my father's expensive in-home care after he spent his life searching for happiness in the bottom of a bottle. With the threat of war looming overhead, I don't have time to worry about my father's latest health scare. Until I hear her voice. Cambria.

The mate I rejected made a grave error. He played his hand too early, and he underestimated what a shifter is willing to survive in the name of love. When my mates, my family, and my pack are all threatened, there will be casualties. Who deserves to survive? And when the pieces start to fall into place—who really gets what they deserve?

He was the only one to survive the blast that killed the unit. She was the only one to survive the accident that changed her life. He was the sole survivor in the attack on his unit. He doesn't believe he should have lived and that is holding back his healing. The survivor's guilt is strong. Fortunately, Mia knows a thing or two about survivor's guilt. He may not want to listen to what she has to say but she isn't giving up on him. When a ghost from his past triggers not just him but her too the amount of strength he has determines who he runs after.

I left for a weekend in Las Vegas and came back with a husband. Gideon James isn't just any husband. He's the wealthy CEO of a Vegas casino and hotel, he's devastating in a suit—and he's Bourbon Canyon, Montana's very own prodigal son. Now he's returning to claim the land my brothers are in the middle of purchasing from his father. With me at his side, Gideon will finally be able to stop the sale.