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Emile de Guillory swore off love the night his wife died in his arms. Bazyli Drakos loves too deeply, despite what he stands to lose. The night of Prince Adrien's marriage to Isiodore de Mortain, Bazyli finds Emile poisoned in the royal gardens. He takes him back to his home in the lower city, where Bazyli and his silent demon nurse Emile back from the brink of death. What begins as an uneasy alliance turns into something more as Bazyli and Emile work to uncover the assassin who poisoned Emile that night - an assassin who can hide behind any face, even those Emile trusts the most.

Joanna's marriage contract with Carter had been laid out when they were tiny cubs. It was the Pack tradition. Joanna was grateful that her chosen mate was be a high ranking wolf, but she wished that she could keep more of her own identity instead of being expected to conform to become Carter's perfect partner. Then Joanna kidnapped by a rival wolfpack. They hold her for ransom until their alpha leader begins to fall for Joanna himself.

The name is Braden Blood. I know Eliza's secret. I know exactly who she is. She's gonna give me everything I want - or else I'm gonna destroy the life she hopes to have with Galen. If what I want happens to be her, well...she's had it coming for years. She deserves everything she gets.

I'm Braden Blood, and I'm going to use Eliza any way I want. Yeah, she's my stepbrother's sub. Yeah, he's falling in love with her. That just makes the game better. You see, I know the truth about Eliza. And if she wants to keep me from telling the truth to Galen, then she's going to do anything I want.

My name's Galen Blood, and I'm not in love with Eliza. I only pulled her out of the gutter last night. Nobody falls in love that fast. I don't fall in love at all. I'm only playing a game with my stepbrother and using Eliza as the pawn, manipulating and using her, and there's no room for love in that.

I'm Galen Blood. My stepbrother and I are richer than God and sicker than the Devil. We like to play games. The kinds of games only billionaires as f--ked in the head as we are can play, with global stakes. Corporations and countries fall just because we think it's funny. Today, our game is about her - Eliza - the piece of trash in a leopard print skirt we dredged out of the Las Vegas gutter. Braden thinks I can't make her a perfect sub; that I can't dress her up beautifully, convince everyone she's a lady, and make her my whore in the back room. I disagree.