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Chosen (The Vampire Legends #4) Fracture (Blood & Roses #2)

We aren’t arranging another tournament, Ashwin assures her. As you can see, we’re in no state for such designs. We need your help.

I doubt it. Most guys don’t pay attention to that kind of stuff.She’s right, a familiar voice confirms.

Deep Midnight (Alliance Vampires #3)

I turn in time to see Brooks Weston flopping down in an empty seat behind us. Jake Connelly is with him, lowering his broad body onto the neighboring seat. Jake’s dark hair is swept away from his chiseled face, and I can’t tell if it’s windblown or slicked back with gel, but either way it looks hot. Both guys wear hoodies conspicuously lacking the Harvard logo or colors.Because that’s not suspicious.Sharing my thoughts, Brenna flicks a cagey glance at them. Scoping out the competition?

This Girl (Slammed #3)

Weston nods, unabashed. Absolutely. We play you again in a couple of weeks. He winks. Correction—we beat you again in a couple of weeks.You wish. We’ve got home-ice advantage, Brenna reminds him.

She glances at Jake. What about you? Don’t feel like taunting us about how you’re going to kick our asses?

He cocks a brow. We are going to kick your asses. I don’t see the point in rubbing it in. Jake focuses on me. And to answer your question, I doubt he knew the date. V-Day isn’t something we usually mark on our calendars, unless we’ve got a girlfriend.After a dozen women, I cannot bear to keep count any longer, and I leave their envelopes unopened in my lap.

A tall, curvy young woman stops in front of me and rests a hand on her hip. You don’t look sick.I’m not.

Pride Mates (Shifters Unbound #1)

We study each other. She is about my age and as pretty as a dandelion. I heard you went to the infirmary after sparring with the kindred.I doubt I’m the first.

The young woman’s gaze skips from me to Natesa and back again. Are you contagious?My fingers curl over the armrests of my throne. If you’re afraid of getting too close to me, you can step out of line.

That won’t be necessary. She flings her declaration into my lap and struts away.I open her envelope. Fareeshah. I have a feeling that I will need to remember her. Cupping my hands together, I straighten, forcing confidence into my posture.

Before long, Anjali prances to the front of the line, kisses her declaration, and tosses it at me. The envelope hits my leg and tumbles near my feet. Anjali sashays away, and Tarek chuckles.A servant refills the rajah’s flask. The rajah tilts up Natesa’s chin and pours spirits down her throat. The back of my mouth scalds with anger. These women are willing to risk their lives to wed Tarek, and he will not sit through their ceremony without a drink in his hand and a woman in his lap.

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