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Pheromonal: One Night With the Alpha

Nicole d'Armand never expected to walk into her apartment and find her fiancé *bleep*-deep in another woman's lady bits. What's a girl to do? Well, after obliterating an 18th-century Meissen vase, delivering a punch that would make a heavyweight boxer proud, and embarking on a night of raucous drinking, Nicole figures she might as well embrace the chaos. But when alcohol and pheromones collide, her wild night spins into something unexpected... Like a ride on the Logan Everett express. Which, naturally, leads to a whirlwind of its own: She's his fated mate. Because of course she is. And he rejects her. Because of course he does. Now embroiled in a mystery bigger than her post-breakup hangover, Nicole finds herself the prime suspect in a murder she didn't commit—no matter how tempting the thought might have been. And the only person who believes her innocence? The same guy who shot down the idea of being her fated mate. Great. Just what she needed: her love life is a crime scene, and the man stupid enough to let her go is holding her freedom in his hands. DECEMBER 2024 NOTE-- Author has a broken hand and updates are slower than normal. Deepest apologies. Trying to get updates more normalized again!! -- This is a fated/rejected mates urban fantasy romance. Content warning for: Nudity, more nudity, swear words, inappropriate humor, dead people, undead people, incomprehensible amounts of magic, werewolves and all the fetishes that come with them, did I mention the nudity?, and a questionable level of sanity at times.

Lenaleia · Fantasía
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Her New Bodyguard

My idea for a bodyguard is 100% Penelope approved.

But somehow hiring a bodyguard turns into Logan showing up at Penelope's door at two in the afternoon, while she's still sleeping off her night shift shenanigans.

He looms in the doorway like he owns it, but doesn't step inside. Small courtesies, I guess.

"Why are you here?"

My question is rude as hell, but to be fair, the guy's got me knocked off kilter with all his wafting pheromones again.

The man is oozing sex, and every part of my body is clamoring for me to jump his bones. I was not prepared to fight off a blast of pheromones, so my brain's mildly short-circuited.

"Penelope said you wanted to go back up the mountain. I'm here to keep you off it."

Damn her.

"I don't need your permission."

"Yes, you do."

"No, I really don't."