Noodle

Annaya's wild streak has often got her into trouble before but this situation is something else. After going to Vegas for a girl's weekend, one drink led to another and before she knew it she was waking up in bed next to a man she did not know. As it turns out, that man was billionaire playboy Jack Casali and this was not just a one night stand, they also got married too!

A nameless Luna, who was once a slave, was raised as the runt of her pack until a stranger came and claimed her as his bride. His touch is like torture, and she cannot decide whether she dreads or desires him. An exiled Alpha who is chasing down a prophecy that promises him the power to protect his pack, but only with his fated mate by his side. She holds the key to his future, but before she can help him, she will have to unlock her past. Strange whispers in the shadows speak of an ancient secret and infernal curse that could poison their mating bond, and powerful rivalries between packs ...

The hottest race car driver to ever exist. Jason likes to win. Every. Single. Time. So when he heard of my engagement? It made him skip town faster than he takes those death-defying left turns. That engagement never turned into marriage. I broke it off. Only to have him not living next door to me anymore. I've called a million times. Cried a thousand tears. Has he heard that I'm still single? Logic tells me that he has. So, the real question is: Is he ever going to return?

I was totally over Joshua Parkerson. Sure, I had a teenage crush on him way back when - and everyone knew it - but he never saw me as anything but his little brother's friend, the girl who got tongue-tied any time he walked into a room. I had long ago accepted the fact that his strong arms would never hold me, his lush lips would never claim mine, and his blue eyes would never see me as anything more than who I used to be.

Men suck. They break you. Leave you. Take everything until there's nothing left. And frankly, I'm done allowing them to make me feel insignificant. So, forget men. I'll just throw myself into my job, because at least that never fails me. Jackson has other plans, though. I refuse to be impressed by his perfect body, the cute dimple on his cheek, or the rugged stubble on his face. Jackson Cole can be resisted. But, I'm only fooling myself. He's going to wear me down. I can feel it. In the end he'll prove that once again, I'm no one's beloved.

I'm getting really good at cutting my losses. First, the husband. Divorcing him was the best decision I ever made. But between single-parenting and job-hunting, I can't catch my breath. When a celebrity blogging position falls into my lap, I'm determined to succeed. That is, until I get my first assignment and actually see Noah Frazier for the first time...practically naked and dripping wet. My heart races and I forget how to form complete sentences. His chiseled abs, irresistible smirk, and crystal blue eyes are too perfect to be real. So, what do I do? Get drunk and humiliate myself, of course.