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One night with a Bratva king sealed my fate. Now I'm carrying his baby...and I'm the target of a bloody war. I had my life mapped out—Graduate school. Teach physics. Live quietly. No mafia. No danger. No drama. But everything changed the moment I found a birth certificate I was never meant to see. When I agreed to be a surrogate, I thought I was helping friends. Instead, I stepped into a trap. Now I'm caught between two warring Bratva empires—and chained to the most dangerous man in Vegas.

It all started with a fake baby bump. Then, I really got knocked up. Now, I've been stolen by Russian Special Forces. This wasn't supposed to happen. I had my escape planned. One last time letting him tie me up, strip me down, and own me completely. Then? I was betrayed—by my own damn hormonal body. One second, I was drunk on pleasure. The next? A sharp nip to my overly sensitive nipple made me scream—not in bliss like usual, but in agonizing pain.

While Kimberly grapples with her recent transition as a vampire, the Calem brothers struggle with the aftereffects of drinking Akira's blood. And to make matters worse, Aaron's hunger is out of control, and Presley can't seem to find his usual optimism or get his chest to stop hurting.

It started as a stupid, desperate plan. Fake the baby bump. Claim my sister's secret love child as mine. Lie to everyone, including the most dangerous man in Vegas. Then my sister disappeared. Her forbidden lover and his wife got blown to bits in a car bomb. And I bankrupted myself trying to find her. That's when he found me.

I expected to wake up tangled in my husband's arms. His wicked hands dragging me back into bliss. Instead, I'm barefoot on a freezing cot and I'm dressed like a trauma surgeon who lost her shoes. This sucks and I'm scared. The cotton sheets and silk robes are gone, replaced by chains, shadows, and a cast-iron door. At first, I thought it was Radomir. That two-timing bastard must have found out I was going to leave him. But the truth is far worse. I've been kidnapped. Not by just anyone—but by the monster from my nightmares. He wants what's locked inside my mind.

Sure, I'm bored out of my mind at times—boring job, boring dates . . . boring life. But I'm over Nolan Krenshaw. At least . . . I've tried to move on and get over him. When Nolan's career is suddenly on the line, I'm the one he turns to. I tell myself the only reason I'm helping him is so I can officially put him behind me. Of course, it's a lie. He was all I ever wanted, until he broke my heart. This time, I'm not stupid enough to believe that he would ever put me first.

Destroy the Vitucci family from the inside out. Break them as they had broken our great-grandmother. That was the plan. Then I set eyes on Ciana Donati. The moment she appeared before me, everything changed. Sheena might think that I was her loyal soldier, but I was the one she should fear.

Jack Sullivan is a man of few words. His cold emotionless countenance shields any glimpse of the human being within. If he didn't hire me to help his daughter, I'd suspect the man sold his soul for success. He's classically handsome. Confident. Scratch that. He's one cocky mo-fo. Admittedly, I don't have the best track record at picking decent guys, but I'm pretty positive this brooding billionaire with a massive ego is one flashing red warning light.

Everyone loves Willow Lancaster, and every girl wants to be her. She's the perfect student. Stylish, kind to all, and always flashing that beautiful smile. After spending her junior year studying in Europe, she returns to Lancaster Prep, eager to kick off being a senior with her friends and maybe even start something up with her old crush? But everything has changed. Her supposed best friend is dating her crush, new cliques have formed, and everyone is obsessed with the new guy on campus.

Some go through their entire lives without an arch-nemesis. I had two. The first one was my stepbrother, Manuel. His goal was to beat me into submission, until I was nothing more than a cowering wraith. Luckily, I had a guardian angel who saved me. The second was none other than my angel's brother, Garret Hannigan. In my teens, I'd had a crush on him, and I'd even fantasized about him saving me from Manuel. Until I saw the disgusting and scary things he wrote, and that crush faded fast.

It was one night trapped with a hockey god due to a hurricane. We shared one bed too. I also ignored the little fact that Vaughn has always been my brother's rival on the ice. And when the storm cleared, so did Vaughn. Months later, he shows up in my hospital room in Lake Spark where it only takes one look at me and the man is counting back in his head, or maybe it's my face that explains it all. He's going to be a dad. And I didn't tell him.

Showing up to a small town for an author retreat began with a bad arrival at the inn. Stone Madden, the cocky retired hockey star with a tight jawline, and my opposite? He's actually the man behind a writer I assumed was a recluse. And he's ready to make my day miserable due to our apparent lack of enthusiasm for one another. But it doesn't take long to discover we click with an inflammable instant attraction. The fire I thought I'd lost inside of me begins to return.

Running into your brother's billionaire ex-hockey-playing best friend at a special kind of party should have been a red flag. Pulling one another's names from a bowl at said party was a coincidence. Having a wild night together that we said we'd forget was probably our mistake. Especially when Declan shows up weeks later as the new owner of the hockey team that practices in Lake Spark, and he has an offer for me. Meet him every day in his hotel room for a week to enjoy a little fling while he passes through town.

My dream? Escape this hellhole and become a songwriter in L.A. My reality? My scumbag father emptied my bank account and bet me in a poker game. Not just to anyone—but to Radomir Molchanov. The King of Vegas. The sinfully drop-dead gorgeous owner of the Diamond Hotel and Casino. Oh, and the cold-blooded head of the Molchanov Bratva. Radomir has claimed me—body and soul. His touch sets me on fire, his icy gaze sends shivers down my spine, and his cruel smirk reminds me that he owns me.

You can never escape your past. And Zach and Luke Calem are tired of running. With Blackheart in the rearview, they arrive at their new home with The Family in Northern Ireland. Luke tries to stay away from the queen but finds it an impossible task. Leveraging his influence, he keeps the people closest to him safe, yet struggles to reconcile the person he desires to be with the role he must evolve into. Meanwhile, Zach will do anything to keep his brother from falling apart—except confront his own inner demons.

The Creepypasta Collection, Volume 2 delves into the depths of the absolute best short stories from the darkest corners of the Internet. You won't be able to sleep with the light off after experiencing the misadventures of our heroes and heroines, who encounter everything from the highly suspicious to the incredibly disturbed. With stories that range from the unforgettable "Jeff the Killer" to the fear-inducing "Smiling Dog," this collection is the perfect gift for Creepypasta fans and horror enthusiasts alike.

I knew who was meant to be mine as soon as I was old enough to understand what the definition of "want" was. Some would say it is an obsession. They may even whisper that I am . . . crazy. But when I set my mind on something, I don't stop until I have it. And what I want is him. Elias Reid. No one knows how twisted my mind has turned for him. How tangled up my heart has gotten over the older, sexy biker.

My first operation in the field, the marriage is a cover. Damian Fisher is a CIA legend with a shaggy beard, chocolate curls, and deep blue eyes. As a teen, my girlfriends swooned in his presence. I never expected to work with him as an equal. I'd bet he never expected it either. But my overprotective father is a powerful man and I wouldn't put it past him to pull a stunt like this to protect his baby girl. Requesting my old bodyguard and his close friend to work by my side is right down Daddy Dearest's alley.

I'm the quiet one. The one everyone respects . . . but secretly fears. They should. I've seen the darkness in the world—and it has slowly bled into me until not even a glimmer of light remains. The women who come to Sanctuary are in need of someone to rescue them. It's my job to protect them. To send the monsters who terrorize them back into the abyss they slithered out of.

Now that Kimberly's life is undeniably intertwined with Aaron's, the future remains unclear. And with the pressures of college life and The Legion hovering over the brothers' every move, she wonders if she's bitten off more than she can chew. She wants to remain a part of Aaron's life, but at what cost? Meanwhile, Aaron is dealing with the consequences of his choice not to drink blood and the presence of his newfound protectors. Though he wants nothing but freedom for him and his brothers, he can't imagine the thought of leaving Kimberly behind in Blackheart.