One bed... and it's haunted

One bed... and it's haunted

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WpMetadataReadPer adultiCompleta mar, ago 12, 202515m
[Completed] When Leila agrees to share a room with her ex during a snowstorm, the biggest problem she expects is awkward small talk and fighting over blanket space. What she doesn't expect? A shirtless cursed prince trapped in the mattress. A vengeful ghost bride with a personal vendetta. Her ex's other ex emerging from a cursed family bed. And the sudden revelation that she's the Threadbearer - the one mortal who can end the Bed Realms' centuries-old curse... or be claimed by it forever. Now she's caught between three dangerously attractive men, two murderous beds, and one ancient prophecy that demands she marry someone before dawn. She swore she'd never fall into Theo Blackthorne's arms again. She swore she wouldn't kiss Lysander Evernight a second time. She swore she'd never even look at Kai in a dimly lit room. But the beds are growling, the clock is ticking, and Leila's about to prove that the hottest love triangle is actually a love quadrangle... with furniture. Romance. Danger. Pillow fights to the death. Welcome to the Bed Realms.
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(I also wrote Lorcan & Evette: this is a reimagined rewrite) A lonely oracle: Mistress of the future, Evette, longs for something she'll never find in the homeland of the witches - passionate, all-consuming love. Ditching her crystal balls and cauldrons, she fled for the Mortal Realm in search of romance. A werewolf King: For fifty years, Lorcan has been haunted by the scent of his mate, wafting in from an enemy's castle to the soldiers on the battlefield. A typical wiccan curse, laying a trap to bait him. Undefeated, he plans a move that will defeat his enemy once and for all. An endless war: In the Mortal Realm, Lorcan's witch bait is waiting just around the corner - but his mate's standing in front of him, the source of the scent that's haunted him for years. Can the werewolf King abandon his hunt to secure his lifelong partner? *** "I want you to need me the way I need you." He closed his eyes, grimacing like he was in pain. "I want you so badly, Evie. More than I've ever wanted anything for myself." "It's only been a week." "You say that like it's a bad thing. Like we're moving too fast and need to slow down. Look where you've got me after only a week, Evie. You've got me reassessing a war that's older than I am. You've got me randy on my knees for you."

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