Sam needed a wife. I needed a stable for my horses. We agreed to a marriage of convenience, but it seemed to be more. For a while. Until my distant cousin, who was Sam's ex, showed up on our doorstep. And I was no longer convenient.

My husband was in a terrible accident that required six months of physical therapy. While I stood by him, cheering him on, he was making plans to leave me. For his physical therapist.

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?

He left me. I gave birth to his triplets after our one passionate night together. I couldn't get in touch with him, and it wasn't until more than four years later that I saw him again. And then he was with the evil twin sister I never knew I had.

He was my Destined One. He hated me for my Zeta rank. She hated me, too, but not for my rank. Because I had something she wanted.

Aymeric was the bane of my existence. He hated me, and I felt the same about him. On the morning of my 21st birthday, my mate mark appeared and guess who was my Destined One? Aymeric thinks being Destined Ones means all our problems will magically go away and everything else will fall into place. Typical wolf mentality -- good sex will solve everything. He's about to learn otherwise.

A rockstar. A sweet girl applying for a job on his security team. Instalove. Jealousy. Possessiveness. Over-the-top EVERYTHING. (This is the story that Gracelyn Matthewson was researching on the tour bus with Wyatt in The Blonde.)

My wife gave birth to a red-headed baby. Only problem is, no one in my family has red hair, and never has as far as we know, and no one in her family does either. So, I accused my wife of cheating on me right after she gave birth, demanded a DNA test before I'd believe the baby was mine and left her alone in her hospital room with the baby. It didn't take me long to realize my mistake. And then I had to win her back.

Have you ever been taken for granted around the holidays? Everything falling on your shoulders and no one helps or expresses their appreciation? This year, I was done being overlooked. And I let it be known in no uncertain terms. Then everything fell apart, and I had to put myself back together.

My fiance has a girl best friend. I hate her and she hates me and she's hated me from the start. My hate grew over time. After some particularly vile things she said, I uninvited her to our wedding. Then Gibson said the wedding wouldn't be happening if she wasn't invited. So I handed him his rings back.