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Blood and Laurel

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In the shadowed depths of the mountain mines of Virelia, where men are stripped of names and hope, a quiet fire begins to stir. Damaric Vireon, a slave marked by a mysterious glyph, toils under the lash of brutal overseers. But when a hidden path leads him to an ancient symbol buried beneath the stone, whispers of an old prophecy awaken, and with them, the beginning of a rebellion not yet born. Far across the Whispering Borderlands, Aelana, a spirit-touched seer, feels the tremor echo through the land. Bound to the ancientlore of the Wildlands of Kavara, she knows what the signs mean, the fire has chosen a vessel, and the long, slumbering prophecy is breathing again. Her path is clear: to guide the one who bears the mark, and awaken the forgotten flame that once defied empires. As Damaric begins to draw others to him, broken men who still remember how to bleed with purpose,he must walk the line between survival and uprising. But the masters have ruled for centuries with cruelty and cunning, and they will not let their grip falter without a fight. Beneath the earth, in the forbidden tunnels, something older than the empire stirs. And the chains that bound them may become the forge of their freedom.
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[Mature Content:] Alaric was too close to Nicolette. Her mouth was just inches away from his. He could smell the lavender on her skin, the heat radiating from within her. But he held back, refusing to be carried away by her charm… “Mr. Allens…” she purred, and he looked down at her. Her eyes widened with desire, and he knew, in that moment, that if he wanted to kiss her, she would let him. The last thing he wanted was commitment. He knew that Nicolette didn’t want that either. But why was she this tempting? So willing? It was that willingness that confused him. She blinked, then swallowed as she pulled the jacket off her shoulders. His eyes lingered on her exposed neck. God. He just wanted to bury his mouth in that hollow spot. “Here,” Nicolette said calmly, extending the jacket to him. He took the jacket, his hand brushing hers just a second. She flinched, her face turning pink as she clutched the towel against her chest. His stomach flipped at the sight. If only that towel would give way to… Before he could stop himself, Alaric pressed his arousal against her stomach, pushing her against the wall, cornering her. She gasped at the sudden movement and for a moment, he lost his mind. “Cole…” he breathed, crushing himself against her. Her eyes gleamed with desire and a vulnerability that rocked him to his core. He would be foolish not to give in to this feeling. But he would also be a fool if he did. She had chosen to marry him. Not her boyfriend. And definitely not Lucian Crawford. Yet, he couldn't help it. She was only his for a year. But still… *************** When her business and the gallery she inherited from her mother burn to the ground, Nicolette Voss is determined to rebuild—and get revenge on her father. She turned to her father’s rival, Alaric Allens, for an alliance. Alaric is willing to help, but on one condition—she must be his wife for a year. They called him Ruthless Alaric after an infamous incident 6 years ago. Alaric is back in town, and so are the crumbs of his past. But he is determined to change everything with a wife. He has his hidden agenda. She needs her revenge. But will this marriage between storm and steel survive the heat? And what will they do when deep secrets threatens to destroy them both?
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