Valentine's Day lights the fuse in four stories where desire breaks the rules and keeps going.
In a howling storm, sworn rivals are forced together. Rain stings their faces, adrenaline runs hot, and sharp words turn physical. Shared danger peels back the armor they've worn for years, exposing want they can't outrun.
In deeper shadows, a vampire's endless thirst locks onto one mortal. Her pulse is loud in his ears, steady and warm. Every stolen touch tightens the line between restraint and ruin, between immortality and a single fragile life.
Petals scatter like old mistakes as two people tangled in history cross paths again. Thorns cut. Memories bruise. Yet small kindnesses fingers brushing, breath held open space for something careful and new.
Beyond mortal sight, a desperate woman strikes a deal with a clever fae trickster. His promises glitter. The cost stays hidden. Each whispered bargain pulls her further into magic that doesn't forgive.
Storms turn rivalry into heat. Hunger collides with human warmth. Regret shifts into quiet closeness. From lightning-split skies to moonlit bargains, every meeting raises the price of wanting more.
How much does one Valentine's night really change?
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This scorching tale is part of the Valentine Struck series where Cupid's arrows deliver irresistible, high-heat romance that will leave you breathless and begging for more.
Valentine's Day comes in thick and warm, no warning. Love hits hard and doesn't ask permission. The Valentine Struck series gathers five steamy collections where billionaires stake their claims, alphas mark their mates, fae bargains lock in dangerous wants, covert operatives read desire like code, and rivals push too close to ignore.
These stories move fast. Fake dates turn real by the second drink. Immortal hunger meets mortal skin. Contemporary heat tangles with paranormal edge, roses cutting as often as they bloom. There's a ballroom echoing with music at midnight, a gala floor slick with spilled champagne, chocolate melting on warm fingers. Every anthology carries its own pressure point, its own cost.
Each strike lands clean and deep, changing the shape of everything after.
One night. One choice. No way back.
