His Dangerous Love On Ice
"Let's play a game."
"What game?"
"One that involves you not screaming."
★★★★★
I'd been the perfect girlfriend to my star hockey player for two years.
Stood in the rain at his practices. Drove hours just to watch him warm benches. Wore his jersey like it meant something.
And he repaid me by fucking his way through half of Chicago-including the sister of the one man he's been obsessed with for years.
Zane Mercer.
The NHL's most dangerous player. My stepfather's worst enemy. And the man who looked at me like I was something worth destroying the world for.
One impossible offer.
One desperate bet.
One night that changed everything.
Zane doesn't do fake. He doesn't do half measures.
When he tells me I'm his for two months, he means it. In every way that matters.
But Zane has secrets buried so deep they connect to my family's past in ways I never imagined. Dark secrets. Deadly ones.
What starts as a transaction turns into obsession.
What starts as revenge turns into something I can't walk away from.
And what starts as a lie might be the only truth that matters.
They say some men are too dangerous to love.
They're right.
But I was never good at following warnings.
★★★★★
This book contains explicit sexual content, dominant/possessive behavior, morally gray characters, family conflict, and themes that may be triggering. Intended for mature readers 18+.
This isn't your normal hockey romance. It's dark, raw, and unrelenting-where obsession, desire, and power collide, and nothing is off-limits.
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Chapter 6
Chapter 6: Olive's POV
His hands were on my hips.
Firm. Possessive. Fingers digging into my skin hard enough to leave marks.
I was pressed against something cold. A wall, maybe. Glass. I couldn't tell. I Didn't care.
Because his mouth was on my neck, teeth grazing the sensitive spot below my ear, and I couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
"You should've said yes," he murmured against my skin.
His voice. God, his voice.
Deep and rough and doing things to me that should be illegal.
"I don't-" I tried to speak, but his hand slid up my thigh, pushing my dress higher, and the words died in my throat.
"You don't what?" His lips curved against my neck. I could feel him smiling. "You don't want this?"
His fingers brushed the edge of my underwear, feeling my wetness, the softness of my heat.
I gasped. My voice caught hard in my throat, unable to speak.
"That's what I thought."
He pulled back just enough to look at me. Those blue eyes dark. Hungry.
"Tell me you want this, Olive."
"I-"
His thumb pressed exactly where I needed it. Deep. Hard. Circling.
My head fell back. A moan ripped from my throat.
"Say it."
"I want-"
He pressed harder. Circled again against my clit.
"Please-"
"Good girl."
And then his mouth was on mine. Hot. Demanding and consuming me completely.
I was so close. Right there. Right on the edge-
******
I woke up gasping, breath coming out hollow like I'd just run a marathon.
Sweaty. Tangled in sheets. Heart pounding so hard I thought it might break through my ribs.
And wet.
So fucking wet it was embarrassing.
"No. No, no, no."
I pressed my palms against my face. Groaned into the darkness of my suite.
A dream.
It was just a dream.
A very vivid. Very detailed. Very real-feeling dream.
About Zane Mercer.
The man I'd rejected three days ago.
"Fuck."
I threw the covers off. Sat up. My tank top was drenched with sweat, clinging to my skin. My thighs pressed together instinctively, trying to ease the ache that wouldn't go away.
This was bad.
So bad.
I'd been locked in this suite for three days. Three days of hiding. Avoiding everyone. Avoiding Hunter. Avoiding the possibility of running into Cole. Avoiding any chance of seeing Zane.
And apparently, my subconscious decided avoidance wasn't working.
Because now I was having wet dreams about him.
About his hands. His mouth. His voice saying things that made my entire body light up.
"Good girl."
I shivered.
Stop. Stop thinking about it.
I grabbed my phone off the nightstand. The screen lit up.
7:14 AM
And beneath the time, notifications I'd been ignoring for days.
- Texts from Brenda asking if I was okay.
- A missed call from my mother.
- And one message that made my stomach twist.
The blocked number. The one I'd blocked three days ago.
But I could still see the preview from before I blocked it.
Three days, Olive. That's how long my offer stands.
Three days.
Today was day three.
His offer expired today. Maybe by noon.
I stared at the message. At those words that had been playing on loop in my head for more than sixty hours straight.
'Date me. Be my partner. Make Cole regret everything.'
Part of me-a stupid, reckless part-wanted to unblock the number. Wanted to call him. Wanted to say I'd changed my mind.
But I didn't.
Because I'd made my choice.
I wasn't going to be used. Not by Cole. Not by Zane. Not by anyone.
Even if my body was currently screaming at me that I'd made the wrong decision.
I stood up. My legs were shaky, and I headed for the bathroom.
A cold shower. That's what I needed. A very cold shower to wash away the dream and the ache and the lingering feeling of his hands on my skin.
By the time I got out, it was past seven-thirty.
The suite was quiet. My parents were probably still asleep. Thank God.
The last thing I needed was my mother's morning cheerfulness or Grayson walking around in his boxers with his-
I stopped that thought immediately.
One thing I'd learned living above my parents' garage: Grayson was 'very comfortable' in his own home. And my mother was very loud about why she'd married him.
Some things you couldn't unhear.
I pulled on an oversized hoodie and leggings. Threw my hair up in a ponytail. No makeup. No effort.
I just needed air. Coffee. Something to clear my head before tomorrow's game.
Tomorrow.
Hunter's first big game with the Chicago Wolves.
The whole reason I was even in this godforsaken city.
"Fuck, I can't wait to get back to work and forget my life just shifted off its axis," I muttered to myself.
I grabbed my phone and key card. Slipped out of my room as quietly as possible.
The hallway was empty. Good.
I made it three steps toward the elevator before I heard it.
"Sneaking out?"
I froze. Turned slowly.
Hunter stood in the doorway of the main suite, arms crossed, with that cocky smirk on his face that made me want to punch him.
"Jesus Christ, Hunter. You scared the shit out of me."
"Is that how you greet your stepbrother after avoiding him for three days?"
I glared. "I wasn't avoiding you."
"Right. You just happened to be locked in your room the entire time we've been here."
"I needed space."
"From what? Me?" He stepped into the hallway. "Or from someone else?"
My stomach tightened. "From someone else? You tell me, Hunter. Who do you think I'm hiding from?"
"I don't know what you're talking about."
He was too close now. Close enough that I could see something in his expression. Guilt? Concern?
I huffed hard. Of course, he'd deny it. Act like he was never part of Zane's master plan.
"You sold me out. Why?"
I could see recognition cross his face. His expression shifted.
"I'm sorry, Olive. I had no choice."
He muttered it quietly. Concern. Guilt. All those expressions I didn't want to see.
"You fucking sold me out, and do what? You just apologize? Do you know the mess you caused?"
My voice was rising. Almost a yell. And fuck it, I didn't care if anyone was listening.
"I said I was sorry, Olive. I really am. Did he-did he hurt you?"
I glared at him. The audacity to ask how I was feeling after ruining my life. Or maybe he was part of the ruin. Involved somehow. But I just stared hard at him.
The only thing I could say was:
"Move, Hunter."
"Olive-"
"I said move." I shoved past him. "I need coffee before I lose my mind or throw you off the balcony."
"Hey." He grabbed my arm. Gently. "I'm sorry. Are you okay? Did that bastard hurt you?"
I yanked free. "I'm fine."
"You don't look fine."
"Well, I am. So back off." My voice shook. "And don't you dare play games with me ever again. I don't know what your deal with Zane is, but don't you dare involve me again."
He held up his hands. "Alright. Alright. Just... be careful, okay?"
"Careful of what?"
His jaw tightened. "Just... don't do anything stupid."
I stared at him. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"Nothing. Forget it."
"Hunter-"
"Go get your coffee, Olive." He stepped back into the suite. "And for the record? Cole doesn't know you're here. I didn't tell him. So you can stop looking over your shoulder like he's going to jump out of a corner."
The door closed before I could respond.
I stood there for a moment. Fists clenched.
What the hell was that about?
'Don't do anything stupid?'
'Cole doesn't know you're here?'
Why would Hunter-
My phone suddenly buzzed, and I pulled it out.
It was a text from Brenda.
BRENDA: 'You alive? Or do I need to file a missing person report?'
I typed back quickly.
ME: 'Alive. Barely. Going to get coffee.'
BRENDA: 'At 7:30 AM? Who are you and what did you do with my best friend?'
ME: 'Couldn't sleep.'
BRENDA: 'Bet I know why. Starts with Z. Ends with ...ane Mercer.'
I almost threw my phone.
ME: 'I'm blocking you too.'
BRENDA: 'You love me. Now go get your coffee and stop spiraling. Today's a new day. Fresh start and all that bullshit.'
ME: 'Motivational speeches aren't your thing.'
BRENDA: 'I know. I'm trying something new. How's it working?'
ME: 'Terribly.'
BRENDA: 'Good. That's more on brand. Love you. Text me later.'
I shoved my phone in my pocket and headed for the elevator.
Fresh start.
Right.
Today was day three.
Zane's offer expired at noon.
Not that I cared.
Not that I was counting.
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Told in luminous prose and steeped in spiritual symbolism, The Everflow is a sweeping saga of faith, unity, and the unyielding strength of divine love. It is a story for every heart that has ever felt dry - and for every soul still longing to remember that the river never truly stopped flowing.
When faith becomes a current, hope a journey, and love the water that carries us home - the Everflow begins.
9.2
My world shattered twice. First, the ocean claimed my son. Then, the mountain road took another, a direct sacrifice to the man I loved and the woman he chose. In the hospital, beeps marked the emptiness where my second son used to be, echoing the first loss, both involving Holden and Giana.
During the car crash, I was pinned, bleeding, and trapped. Holden, my partner, looked me in the eyes, then chose to save Giana, abandoning me and our unborn child.
Soon, I overheard Holden praising Giana for turning our tragedy into a PR win. His hollow apologies and focus on Giana’s "miracle work" reignited the brutal memory of her push and his past denials.
A decade of sacrificing my life and two children for a man who saw me as a liability left a bitter taste. His choice was clear; only profound abandonment remained.
But this time, I was choosing me. From my profound loss, a dangerous spark ignited: I would not just survive; I would find freedom and make him pay.
8.4
Kenzie, the former leader of the Aegis Alliance, opened her eyes to find herself reincarnated as a freezing, abandoned infant in a wet cardboard box.
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How could she survive death only to be assassinated in a hospital bed by a corrupt doctor? She used to command armies. The sheer injustice and terror of dying completely helpless in this tiny body ignited a blinding rage inside her.
Refusing to be a victim again, Kenzie pushed her newborn brain to its absolute limit and unleashed a desperate telepathic scream directly into the billionaire's mind.
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8.1
Red Moon
8.1
Blood Moon – Story Description
Blood Moon is a dark, thrilling tale of forbidden attraction, supernatural rivalry, and the fine line between predator and prey. Set in the seemingly ordinary Silver Hollow College, the story unfolds in a world where vampires and werewolves secretly coexist alongside humans, each hiding their true powers while battling their own instincts, rival clans, and the pressures of legacy. In this shadowed world, every glance can hide a threat, every conversation can carry hidden meaning, and every full moon can unleash the beast within.
At the heart of the story are Catrine Nella, a powerful young vampire, and Edwardo Zee, a disciplined yet conflicted werewolf. Catrine is sharp, cunning, and deadly, raised under the constant pressure of her ambitious step-sister who insists she feed on human blood to grow stronger. Catrine's natural talents in both magic and combat make her a force to be reckoned with, yet she struggles with morality, identity, and her own desire for control. Edwardo, on the other hand, is torn between his instincts as a wolf and the manipulations of his ruthless step-brother, who demands that he become a killer to claim alpha status. Edwardo wants to be a true alpha, not through bloodshed, but by protecting others and leading with honor-an ambition that sets him apart from his family and makes him both a target and a misfit among his kind.
The story begins with a violent, electrifying encounter between Catrine and Edwardo in the forest during the full moon. Both are drawn by their own impulses-Catrine performing a vampire ritual, Edwardo struggling to control the wolf within-and the resulting clash is fierce, brutal, and unforgettable. This first meeting ignites a dangerous rivalry, with each recognizing the other's extraordinary abilities while also sensing something forbidden and magnetic between them. Though enemies by instinct and heritage, the connection they forge amidst conflict sets the stage for a tension-filled enemies-to-lovers narrative that drives the series forward.
As the story unfolds, Silver Hollow College becomes a battlefield not just of physical strength but of intellect, cunning, and emotional power. Catrine and Edwardo test one another constantly-through subtle glances in class, tense encounters in crowded hallways, and increasingly dangerous confrontations in the forest. Each battle pushes them further, revealing vulnerabilities and strengths, and slowly transforms their relationship from animosity into fascination, grudging respect, and eventually, desire. Amidst this, both characters are confronted with the pressures of their families. Catrine's step-sister threatens her with weakness if she does not feed on human blood, while Edwardo's step-brother pressures him toward ruthless dominance, creating a constant tension that challenges their morality and tests the limits of their powers.
At its core, Blood Moon is a story about choice and identity. It explores the struggle between instinct and conscience, power and restraint, hatred and attraction. It examines what it means to be strong-not just physically, but emotionally and morally-in a world where strength often comes at the cost of humanity. Through fast-paced action, supernatural intrigue, and the slow-burning, dangerous pull between Catrine and Edwardo, the story blends romance, suspense, and fantasy into a gripping narrative. It is a saga of blood and moonlight, of predators and secrets, of rivalry and passion, and of two young supernatural beings whose lives are forever intertwined by fate, desire, and the power of the Blood Moon.
7.7
Rejected by the Lycan King, Awakened as Luna
One Night. One Rejection. One Child Who Will Rewrite the Moon.
She was never meant to survive the night she spent with the Lycan King.
Drawn into the heart of Lycan territory under a fractured moon, she crossed paths with the most feared ruler of their world-a king forged in dominance, command, and ruthless control. One night of instinct and forbidden desire bound them together in a mate bond neither could deny.
By dawn, he rejected her.
Cold. Public. Absolute.
But his cruelty hid a truth he could never speak-a prophecy written in blood and moonlight, one that promised her death if he claimed her. To protect her, he severed the bond with his own hands and cast her out, knowing she would hate him... and believing hatred was safer than love.
Banished into the snow, wounded and alone, she did not beg. She did not break.
As the cold claimed her strength, a single thought anchored her will: "I must survive."
And beneath her numb fingertips, silver light flickered-unseen, unrecognized, awakening.
She survives the exile only to discover the impossible. She carries the Lycan King's child.
A child conceived under a fractured moon. A child whispered to be born not of love, but of dominance and defiance.
While the world believes her broken, her body begins to change. Her power is not claws or combat-but something far rarer. Lunar healing flows through her veins, mending bodies and binding loyalty. Empathy awakens with it, allowing her to sense emotions, calm rage, and later... bend dominance itself. In exile, she becomes a quiet force-saving lives, gathering allies, and growing into a leader no one expected.
When the Lycan King learns the truth, regret does not drive him.
Obsession does.
He does not ask for forgiveness. He demands possession-only to find the woman he discarded no longer kneels to kings. Every forced reunion becomes a war of wills, every near-touch burns with unresolved desire, and every step closer ignites the truth he has avoided: she is no longer his weakness.
She is becoming the Luna that the moon itself has chosen.
As enemies rise within the Lycan court and rival Alphas circle the child who could unmake kings, the Lycan King faces a reckoning no crown can shield him from. To claim her heart, he must surrender more than pride. He must sacrifice power. Reputation. His throne.
And she must decide whether love-once broken-can ever be earned again... or whether her destiny lies in ruling without him.
This is not a story of gentle mates or easy forgiveness.
It is a dark, obsessive romance where survival becomes strength, power awakens through pain, and love is forged through sacrifice.
She was rejected.
She survived.
And now, the moon answers only to her.
8.8
She hides behind ugly suits and fake names. He's done trusting women. When they meet in a masked sex club, neither realizes they've been fighting each other across boardroom tables for eighteen months. At Taylor Industries, she's Joy Smith-the frumpy CFO who drowns her curves in shapeless polyester and wearing a wig. At home, she's the forgotten wife of a cheating lawyer who hasn't touched her in so long she's starting to wonder if she's broken. When she finds hot pink lace panties stuffed in her couch cushions...definitely not hers, it's not heartbreak she feels. It's freedom. Grayson Taylor doesn't do relationships anymore. Not after walking in on his actress fiancée with another woman. Now he channels everything into hostile takeovers and board meetings, especially the ones where his overcautious CFO fights him on every goddamn acquisition. Joy Smith is brilliant, infuriating, and funny when he pushes all her buttons. But Honey is tired of being invisible. Tired of never having felt real pleasure. So, when her best friend gives her the details of The Velvet Room-Manhattan's most exclusive masked club-she promises herself just one night. One night to find out if her husband's right, if she really is frigid, or if she's just never been touched by the right hands. She doesn't expect the masked stranger who claims her the second she walks in. Doesn't expect the chemistry that ignites between them, the way he makes her body sing, or the orgasms that leave her shaking. Doesn't expect him to hand her an email address with one command: "Only me. No one else touches you."