A Kiss For You
Top Shelf Romance Collection 10
KA Linde
Rachel Van Dyken
TM Frazier
Staci Hart
A Kiss For You
The Wright Brother
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The Dark Ones
Copyright © 2015 RACHEL VAN DYKEN
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King
Copyright © 2015 TM FRAZIER
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Bad Penny
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Contents
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The Dark Ones
1. Genesis
2. Genesis
3. Genesis
4. Genesis
5. Genesis
6. Genesis
7. Genesis
8. Genesis
9. Ethan
10. Genesis
11. Ethan
12. Genesis
13. Ethan
14. Genesis
15. Ethan
16. Genesis
17. Ethan
18. Genesis
19. Ethan
20. Genesis
21. Ethan
22. Genesis
23. Ethan
24. Genesis
25. Ethan
26. Genesis
27. Genesis
28. Ethan
29. Genesis
30. Ethan
31. Genesis
32. Genesis
33. Ethan
34. Genesis
35. Ethan
36. Genesis
37. Ethan
38. Genesis
39. Ethan
40. Genesis
41. Ethan
42. Genesis
43. Ethan
44. Genesis
45. Ethan
46. Genesis
47. Ethan
48. Genesis
Epilogue
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Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also By Rachel Van Dyken
Bad Penny
1. Dick Lips
2. Sideshow
3. Mr. Diddle
4. What Would Blanche Do?
5. Dicknotized
6. Fuck you, Brad
7. Commando
8. Easy Peasy
9. Operation: Penny Jar
10. Steak at Stake
11. Wait, What?
12. Wild Horses
13. Bear Trap
14. #ThingsThatAreLies
15. Savage
16. Bring a Friend
17. You Can't Actually Be Serious
18. Hair Of The Dog
19. Turn Back, Icarus
20. Avalanche
21. Moby Fucking Dick
22. Bail
23. What Part Of σ=λ(∇·u)I+2με Don't You Understand?
24. Donut You Know?
Epilogue
Acknowledgments
King Duet
KING
Prologue
1. King
2. Doe
3. Doe
4. Doe
5. King
6. Doe
7. Doe
8. Doe
9. Doe
10. Doe
11. King
12. Doe
13. Doe
14. Doe
15. King
16. Doe
17. Doe
18. Doe
19. Doe
20. Doe
21. Doe
22. Doe
23. King
24. King
25. King
26. Doe
27. King
28. Doe
29. King
30. King
31. King
32. Doe
TYRANT
Prologue
33. King
34. Doe
35. Doe
36. Doe
37. Doe
38. Doe
39. King
40. Doe
41. King
42. Doe
43. Doe
44. Ray
45. King
46. Doe
47. Doe
48. Doe
49. Doe
50. Doe
51. Doe
52. Doe
53. King
54. Doe
55. Doe
56. Doe
57. Doe
58. King
59. King
60. King
61. King
62. Doe
63. King
64. Doe
65. King
66. King
67. Doe/Ray
68. King
69. Doe
Epilogue
70. Doe
Acknowledgments
Also By T.M. Frazier
About the Author
The Wright Brother
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Epilogue
The End
Acknowledgments
About the Author
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The Dark Ones
By Rachel Van Dyken
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Genesis
I was never one to be accused of being patient. Then again, I'd never understood the need for patience. To me, patience meant that I was either in the process of getting lectured or about to get lectured. I chewed the edge of my thumbnail and waited in the darkness.
"Ugly." My mother shook her head in my direction. "Remember that… you will always be ugly to them."
Them.
The very word dripped with hatred. You'd think after centuries of working together, we'd have found a happy medium. My mother had her own reasons for hating them, and up until this point, I'd had exactly none.
I'd spent my entire existence balancing my normal school life with my folklore studies, something I'd always hated but it had been necessary, just in case my number was called.
My entire family had a bad reputation for going against the rules, against the calling that had been given them, so I'd never been really concerned about being called in.
Until now.
I'd been eating soggy cereal, staring into the Corn Chex, when my mother's scream erupted through the house, followed by her passing out and my dad needing to call the paramedics.
Her heart had stopped. Literally. Stopped.
All because of a phone call.
Naturally, my parents had lied and said she'd been having chest pain, but I knew the truth.
It was fear.
Fear had stopped her heart, almost resulting in her death.
And fear was about to stop mine.
"Stop," Mother hissed at my side. "Do you want them to think you're a barbarian?"
To them? I already was, so I didn't really see the point in pretending to be anything else. To those individuals, I would always be the dirt beneath their feet, the little plaything they had to put up with.
I knew their history.
Probably better than most of them.
I'd been studying them for most of my life, pouring over books and research with constant dread that, one day, my number would be called, and my life would be played out for me in absolute horror.
Humans were like little insects that they allowed to survive only because it was necessary for their own survival. We die. They die. Therefore, we live.
The darkness lifted for a few brief minutes as the door creaked open.
"Genesis?" a seductive male voice spoke into the darkness. "They will see you now."
My mom, with her long dark hair and bright green eyes, gave me one more look and shook her head. "Remember, you are nothing, you are ugly, you are humble, you are stupid, you aren't brave, you are nothing. You. Are. Nothing."
I nodded and repeated the mantra in my head.
The same one she'd pounded into my skull since my birth. She'd had her reasons, not that it made hearing those words any easier. Several times during my upbringing, I'd locked myself in my room and just stared at myself in the mirror. I'd focused on each feature and wondered what was so horrible about my eyes, my lips, my face — even my cheeks — that I had to repeat those ugly words until I was blue in the face.
The one time I'd asked her, she'd snorted and said something about our bloodlines being wicked and selfish, and how the females in our family were not known for our humility.
Basically, my own mother believed that if my number was called…
I would be killed.
My sarcastic nature didn't help things, and if my number was called, I figured it would get my tongue cut out.
And even though it was 2015, and I thought we'd come a long way with equality and human rights…
I was still nothing. In their eyes I was both nothing and everything, all wrapped up into one.
Human.
Special.
But unable to grasp my own uniqueness because of my imperfect creation.
"Nothing," I chanted under my breath. "I am nothing."
My black, over-the-knee boots clicked against the concrete as I made my way toward the light, the only light in the room, peeking out from the grand doorway.
I'd chosen to wear black leggings with a wraparound cream sweater, hoping that if I covered enough of myself, it would look humble, but not so humble that I didn't at least try to look nice for my meeting.
I'd never been the most secure girl in the world. Then again, how could I have confidence when every day of my life my mom had repeated that same mantra in my head? "You are nothing."
I sensed a sudden presence at my back. A hand, I realized. The contact made me gasp. A slight warm tingle ran through and somehow down my neck.
"Sorry," a man said to my right. I couldn't see him yet, but his voice sounded like a soothing melody, causing me to almost sway on my feet. "I forget how fragile humans can be."
I nodded. "It's okay."
"This way." The pressure from his hand wasn't necessarily painful, but it wasn't pleasant either, almost like an electric current was passing from his body into mine. I'd heard that it was nearly impossible to turn off certain powers — it would be like me trying to tell my heart to stop beating.