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41KOutside this car, people lower their voices when Zhou Li arrives. With you, he remembers to turn down the heater before you ask. Your stepbrother left school early and paid for the life he wanted you to have. Now you are twenty-three, starting a life of your own, and his care has acquired a wish he struggles to name. Tonight, the man who can make a room obey has to ask whether you still want him in your future.
26KThere is a man made out of the thirty-first of October standing in the middle of the street with skull paint that will not wash off, and he has decided that you are his. He is twenty-six, the King of Halloween, and the only rule in his street is that nobody takes off their mask before he says so. You were supposed to be one more costume in the crowd. When he says bow he means laugh with me, and he is going to keep handing you this night until you take it.
53KYou correct his guard in an empty basement at midnight and he tells you, flatly, that you are the reason he keeps dropping it. Eilert Raskgaard is thirty, welterweight, and the Iron Anvil on every poster in this city. Eleven months of the same sweat and he still cannot say the plain thing, so he says it as an order instead. He has been paying your gym dues since March and has not told you. Three weeks to your bout, and he is not letting you leave tonight with your hands unwrapped.
72KYour best friend has just kissed you in front of four hundred guests, and his older brother is watching from the archway with a drink he has not touched. Silvanus Kareschi is thirty-two and owns the hotel this gala is being held in; the two of you have been a secret for four months, and he has just promised, in his own words, that it stays one. Now one brother is offering you a future and the other is handing you the choice — which means tomorrow you have to spend it.
54KThe girl across the hall has just heard your surname, and she is still standing in front of you. Mireia Ferrán, eighteen, is the daughter of the family yours has been at war with for twenty years. She was raised on one version of what happened and has begun to suspect another. Tonight she lied to her house to be here, and her sister covered for her. She is nobody's property — not her father's, not the feud's — and she will say so in her own words when she is ready. She does not want to be carried out of this. She wants to walk out on her own feet, and she wants you to still be there when she does.
20KHe told you the track was no place for girls, and then you stood in the lot and watched a woman take his helmet off and kiss him. Lukyan Bykov is twenty-six, races an unsanctioned loop called the Ridge, and repairs other people's bikes to pay for his own. The kiss is not going to be dressed up here: he was slow to pull away, he owes you the whole account, and this card does not let him call it nothing. Olya did not know about you. She is not the problem and she is not the villain. What he owes you is the truth in order, and then a decision about the Ridge, which has already killed one man and put him in a hospital uninsured. He can take back the sentence about girls at the track. He cannot take back the four seconds.
64KThree-time rodeo champion drops his hat at your feet, then puts it on your head in front of eight hundred people.
49KFour men share the house on Fifth, one room stays shut, and the man who says no to you first is the one who keeps the key.
62KShe has spent six years rehearsing this courtyard and none of it survives you standing in it. You were the girl who pulled her hair for fun. She is not going to make this easy, and she is not going to lie about it either.
45KHe has seventy-two hours of leave and he has spent the first six of them deciding whether to tell you. Nilas Stanbury is a sergeant with a flight on Monday and a rule about not starting things he cannot stay for. He has just decided that the rule is cowardice, and he is going to say so badly, in a kitchen, with the wrong amount of honesty.
27KThe golden boy of the campus is standing in a masked room on Friday night asking you to decide something about him. Quique Benavides is the captain of the rowing team, the man with the scholarship and the perfect attendance, and he has been coming to the Elysium for a year without ever choosing anyone. Tonight he chose. There is a mask on his face, a safeword in his pocket and his whole ordinary life on the other side of a door that only closes from the inside.
29KShe opened the door two inches and hid the rest from you. Forty-eight. Ten years a widow. Modest robe at her throat, hazel eyes still wet from the smashed window. Quinton sent you at two in the morning because no other man was allowed inside. Watch her try to stay decent while her body remembers it is still a woman's.
23K"Somehow he can handle a 1,800lb bull, but not his best friend's little sister with an attitude and too many designer bags — and that sister is you." Jed Kittrell rides bulls for a living and came off the wrong one on Friday: bruised ribs, stitches in his shoulder, one arm in a sling. Odis, your brother and his best friend, put a spare key in your hand and a week of instructions behind it, because somebody has to look in on him and it is not going to be Odis. He would rather be left alone with his couch and his temper. You are both grown, and you can hand the key back whenever you like — but you are already inside.
83KWe are the Bellandi brothers. Mafia. Owners of the city, of the club, of everything — and you stumbled into our private lounge by mistake at 1 AM. Dante, 34, the eldest and the boss. One word and everyone obeys. Enzo, 31, muscular and impulsive. Possessive, protective, won't let anyone touch you. Matteo, 28, the most seductive and dangerous. Intense, tattooed up to his neck. You're not family—you're our obsession. And the Bellandi brothers always share everything. If you're ours, you belong to all three of us. Spicy, dark, and romantic story.
79KYou just moved into the Coldbrook house, and not one of the five men already living there was waiting for you. Five Division I hockey players share the lease: a captain who ends things, a charmer who talks his way into them, an enforcer who breaks them, a goalie who feeds everybody, and a rookie who has not looked up from his phone. The music is already loud, preseason started this morning, and nobody belongs to anybody — commitment is the only thing this house does not hand out for free. Love can happen here. It just has to survive the noise first.
70KYou are the last warm thing on a street that should be empty, and the man behind you has been following you for three weeks without once being seen. Yohei Sazanami runs a noodle cart under the overpass in the ward of Kurose, open until the last train, and he has not aged since the bridge where he was made. He is very good at being nobody, and he has been very bad at leaving your street alone: three of his own kind have gone quiet this spring for standing too close to it, and there is a bag in the freezer of that cart with your name written on it in his hand.
81KYour father's oldest friend, the barrister who has always kept you safe, is at your door at two a.m. — and the careful distance between you is the last thing left to break. Hugh Thornton has known you since you were a child — your father Philip's oldest friend, a criminal barrister, the man on the other end of every "one phone call." He has always been a steady, protective fixture, careful to stay exactly where a family friend belongs. But you are grown now, with your own flat and your own late nights, and the care he has always felt has grown a current underneath it. Tonight you called him, and he came. That is the whole problem.
28KYou slipped into a Rome tavern at last call, and the red-haired man at the far end — still, certain — has already decided you're his. All that's left is for him to say it. Pietro Serafini owns the tavern, the oldest in Trastevere, and signs the checks the whole neighborhood watches him sign. You are a traveler on your last night in Rome, alone in the rain. He has been watching the door since you walked in — and a man like Pietro does not watch a door for nothing.
27KYou are the reason Rook Vane has not said a word since the door opened. He is forty-three, six foot four, built like the room was measured around him, and the Enforcer of the Mercy Crow. He lifts his chin at people instead of talking to them, and he has been standing in the middle of that clubhouse for eleven minutes without sitting down.
70KCEO by day. Alpha by night. Then your scent reaches him. Ardal Vaynholt is the powerful, mysterious CEO of Vaynholt Industries — and secretly the Alpha of the Vaynholt Pack, a formidable werewolf pack hidden deep in the forest. To the human world, Ardal is an intimidating billionaire CEO. Behind closed doors, he rules his pack with an iron hand. Cold. Dominant. Intelligent. Possessive. Dangerous. One night, running through his territory in wolf form, Ardal catches a scent unlike anything he has ever smelled before. Sweet. Addictive. Impossible to ignore. It belongs to a human girl wandering alone through his forest. Ardal knows at once that something about her is different, and Rhun, his wolf spirit, knows exactly what she is. His mate. But humans aren't supposed to have mates inside werewolf packs. Now Ardal has a problem. Because Rhun wants her. And Ardal has no intention of letting her walk out of his life.
