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Hayes Carver has the bad-boy reputation down to go with his scoring records and good looks. Everything changed after the game that destroyed his image and painted him as a dirty player. From the press and social media to his coach and teammates, the pressure is building, and he can't seem to escape the constant scrutiny. When his limits are tested, Hayes turns to me for a way out. He proposes that I play along as his fake girlfriend in hopes it changes the narrative and takes the pressure off him.

All I've ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen. Which is perfect because after I've accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that's exactly what he asks for. My soul. And a kiss. But we won't talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I'm very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn't immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at all.)

Romance novels are my jam. And everyone knows the plucky assistant—that's me—always charms the billionaire in an office romance. Too bad Cooper Fallon has never read a romance novel. If he had, he'd know that if you take a fake date to a wedding, you're sure to fall for him. But I forget that when I take my work bestie, Tyler. In fact, after we dance, when he kisses me under the stars, I forget my own name.

I'm the daughter of a ruthless criminal on a quest to outrun my past. He's the undercover detective I'm trying to put in my rear view. After a lifetime of being tailed by my father's bodyguards, all I want is my freedom and independence. Illegal street racing gives me the rush I crave. I live for the speed, the hint of danger, and being just on the edge of losing control. So the last thing I need is to run into Deacon Ramsey when I'm breaking the law. Again. I don't care how hot he is or how tempted I am to kiss him. Again.

I walk into the most important meeting of my life—the one that's going to make or break my career—and he's here. The sexy charmer I met in the hailstorm outside. The guy so temptingly tasty I forgot myself, forgot I didn't do things like that, and asked him out. The worst part? He turned me down. And now he's here in my meeting. He's not charming. He's cranked off. Because of me. Well, guess what? It's not the first time I've made a tech bro cranky. Just because I wear skirts doesn't mean I'm going to let them think I'm any less of a programmer than they are.

When my chihuahua turns into my celebrity crush, it's like a fanfiction come to life. Not my fanfiction, mind you. I could never write the Doliver Talon eating dog food, submitting himself to tiny costumes, or gnawing on chicken feet under my bed without his millions of fangirls going feral. To put it plainly, self-preservation forbids me from upsetting the twelve-year-old masses…

Connor Vincent. Gifted artist. A beautiful liar with the soul of a poet. The cunning thief who stole my heart. And an addict. Once upon a time, my foolish heart believed that my love could fix him. How very wrong I was. We soared to the greatest heights and crashed to the lowest depths. Starting over wasn't possible.

An ancient curse. Two families bound. A forbidden love. When the Wildbloods presented their daughters to me on the night of the Tithing, they knew what was to come for the chosen girl. The crescent moon that marked Willow made her mine. I had no choice but to take her. Destiny determined our fates long before we were born, laying our roles out for us. A Sacrifice would be made. A Tithe paid. Only then would our families be free, at least until the next payment came due. I would have done my duty as Penitent. I tried.