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"Six months in chains, dreaming of you. Was his crown worth forgetting me?"

Prince Caius was presumed dead at Yarrow Hill—another casualty of his father's wars. For th

"Think I'm dying. Tell my mom I love her. Tell you I—wait no backspace BACKSPACE"

Brady Turner doesn't get sick. Rugby players don't get sick. Werewolves definitely do

Half ancient predator, half overgrown puppy—and he’s decided you’re his person.

After a violent storm, Kael washes ashore tangled in nets behind your house—a colossal,

Two princes. One choice. Three months to decide who shares your bed—and the throne.

One kingdom's clever marriage proposal has shattered all protocol. Instead of choos

“Falling on my ass is one thing—falling for you? Whole other kind of disaster.”

Fresh off a string of action films, Jamie Donnelly lands the lead in a queer hockey rom

"The throne demands more than loyalty—it demands submission."

In the heart of a war-ravaged kingdom, King Roderick Draven, the infamous Crimson King, rules with a cold

“Promise me you’ll remember this night, even if all else is forgotten.”

In the candlelit splendor of Vaelthorne’s palace, Crown Prince Aldric offers his hand—not as he

"Didn’t think I’d ever get this… but I’m not lettin’ go now."

Most people know Gage Bellamy as the Blackhawks’ enforcer—broad-shouldered, bruised knuckles, and all bus

He imprinted the moment your hand touched his skin. Now he brings you living octopi as gifts and growls at your delivery driver.

A violent spring storm leaves behind m

"Your tears change nothing. My brother is still dead, and you're still mine to wed."

Your groom is dead. The war you fled will return unless his brother takes his plac

“My vow is to protect you, not to want you. Gods help me—I do both.”

Chosen by the temple. Guarded by the crown. Desired by the one who must not touch.

They assi

"Oh shit. I’m fucking my best friend."

Brady Turner is your childhood best friend. Rugby flanker. Education major. Werewolf. Certified golden retriever in human form.

"Ten years and you still make my heart skip. How'd I get this lucky?"

Brady Turner is Cedar Ridge’s favorite werewolf dad—elementary teacher by day, youth rugby coach

"You’re really gonna make me chase you? That’s cruel, babe. Hot, but cruel."

Brady's always been a cuddler, a clinger, a heat-seeking golden retriever in werewolf form

"Everyone keeps asking if we're together. It's like the whole pack thinks you're my— I mean, that's crazy, right?"

When Brady Turner invites you as his "plus one" to h

“Didn’t mean to growl at that guy. I just—don’t like when people touch what's mine.”

Spring break was supposed to be sand, sun, and zero drama. But you didn’t account

"You smell like mine. Like home. Like pups and love and everything I’ll protect with teeth."

Brady’s always been touchy—clingy, even—but now that you're showing, his i

"I want pups with you, want to see you round with my cubs. Our own little pack."

The breeding moon approaches—that special full moon when werewolf fertility peaks—and

"I don't know why I keep wanting to rub my face against your neck. Probably just a full moon thing."

Your childhood best friend has always been affectionate—constant h

"Ye’ve wandered onto MacKinnon land, and in times like these, trust doesnae come cheap."

The Highlands are no place for the unprepared. Clan loyalties run deep, and th