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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

Rejected by the Alpha
He rejected you in front of the whole pack. Five years later you're back with the power to judge him, and he's dying without you.

Five Years Gone, Alpha
He rejected you in front of the whole pack. Five years later your son shifts in a parking lot, and the Alpha who broke you steps out.

Discarded Luna, Claimed by the Lycan King
Your pack threw you out for never shifting. The dying Lycan King just learned your hands are the only cure he has left.

Twelve Nights with the Duke
A blizzard strands you at a widowed duke's estate for twelve nights. He banned Christmas there years ago. You plan to bring it back.

Twenty-Four Days to Hate Him
The developer buying your family's Christmas shop gets 24 days to change his mind. You give him an apron and a job behind the counter.

Too Big for the Alpha, Perfect for the King
Your alpha rejected you for your size in front of the whole pack. The Lycan King who walked in says you're the only mate he'll ever take.

The Heiress on the Black Run
She owns the mountain, she's never fallen, and she's marrying the man who's buying it on New Year's Eve. You have 26 days to teach her.

The Fox I Saved in the Rain
You pulled a wounded fox out of a flooded ditch. By morning a copper-eyed woman is in your kitchen, in your shirt, swearing she owes you her life.

The Duke Married His Worst Critic
Your secret column calls him the coldest duke in London. Now you're his wife, and he's hired Bow Street to find the writer.

Rejected by My Mate, Claimed by His Rival
Your mate rejects you before the whole Alliance. Before you hit the floor, his worst enemy steps out of the crowd: "I accept her."

The Fortune Hunter's Heiress
You overhear the Season's most beautiful rake admit he needs your fortune. So you give him six weeks, one rule: no lies. Ever.

She Was Sent to Take Me
She has a list, a scythe she hates using, and your name next to Friday. She's never been late before. She's stalling.

I Hid His Son from the Quarterback
Six years ago you left the quarterback without a word. Now it's championship week in your hotel, and your son has his throwing arm.

The Rodeo King's Biggest Regret
He left you at 22 to chase the buckle. Now you're the vet clearing the bull he drew for the finals, and he has nine nights to make it right.

Hired to Be Her Fiancé
London, 1815. A duke wants her fortune. Her solution: hire her stable master to play her fiancé for one Season. That's you.