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Author Dianne Duvall

His Exclusive Therapist

And... these dreams,” she began carefully, shifting slightly in her seat, “are they vivid? Do they feel real?” His lips quirked into a half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Oh, very real.” He leaned forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, the movement casual yet predatory. “I see their faces. I feel the weight of the blade... or the gun. It’s not fear I wake with, Sofia. It’s satisfaction.” Her breath hitched at the way he said her name and she crossed her legs, forcing herself to focus on the clipboard even though her cheeks flushed. “These... dreams,” she said, her tone firm now, “do they have any connection to your reality? People you know? People you’ve...” “People I’ve killed?” he finished for her, his voice low and teasing. Her gaze snapped up to meet his. “That wasn’t what I said.” “Wasn’t it?” He tilted his head slightly, a small, amused smile playing on his lips. “Come now, Sofia. We both know what you’re really asking.” She swallowed hard, her professional demeanor cracking ever so slightly. “This is not a game, Mr. Mancini. If you’re looking for entertainment, I suggest—” “I’m exactly where I need to be,” he interrupted smoothly, his voice a quiet command that sent a shiver down her spine. “You think I’d waste my time with a therapist I didn’t find... intriguing?” Raye’s pulse quickened, and she hated herself for the warmth creeping up her neck. She adjusted her glasses again, a defensive habit, and forced herself to sit straighter. “This session isn’t about me, Mr. Mancini.” He laughed softly, his gaze burning into her. “Oh, Sofia,” he said, his voice dropping lower, more intimate. “It’s always about you. Every dream, every shadow I chase... somehow, I see your face in them now.” Her heart stopped for a moment, the weight of his words crashing over her like a wave. “That’s inappropriate,” she said finally, her voice quieter than she intended. “And yet, here we are,” he replied, his tone rich with amusement. “Tell me, Sofia... do you ever dream of me?” Her pen dropped to the floor, a small sound in the charged silence between them. She didn’t move to pick it up. She couldn’t. ..... Raye Whitlock poses as a therapist to the ruthless and infamous Emilio Mancini. Her mission is simple—gain his trust, uncover his secrets, and destroy his empire from within. But nothing about Mancini is simple. Cold, calculating, and dangerously seductive, Mancini is everything she didn't expect, and the lines quickly blur between duty and desire, truth and lies. His touch is a temptation she can’t afford, his words a seduction she wasn’t trained to resist. She was sent to break him, not to fall for him. But when his touch lingers too long. Raye begins to wonder… Is she pulling him into her web, or has she already been caught in his?
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Claimed by the Alien Lords: An Author’s Transmigration Tale

They Weren't Just Hot Aliens; They Were Beast Men Too~~~ ———————————— ————————— She was just an overworked, underpaid author who fell asleep mid-chapter, only to wake up as a maid in her own novel. The bad news? She was stuck in the castle of three insanely attractive alien lords—brothers whose powers could crush her without a second thought. The worse news? In a world where females were considered average at best, she’d somehow made herself the most stunning woman alive. Now, every jealous (and shockingly hideous) female wants her dead, while the lords won’t stop eyeing her like she’s their next meal. Her “insider author knowledge” should’ve been her golden ticket, but the plot? It wasn’t behaving. She’d written them as hot aliens who could transform into beasts—snakes, lions, and cheetahs, to be exact. But something about seeing it up close felt…different. The predatory gleam in their eyes, the way their movements blurred the line between man and beast—it was intense, overwhelming, and nothing like she’d imagined while typing away at her desk. Was this how her characters had always been, or was the world she’d created starting to twist itself into something new? Was this supposed to happen? Did the world start glitching? Or had her subconscious added “hot alien shapeshifters” without consulting her? She didn’t know anymore, and honestly, she was too hungry, sweaty, and irritated to care. One brother craves her touch like she’s his personal drug. Another seems dead set on breaking her spirit. And the third? He’s got a dark secret that feels like a ticking time bomb, ready to ruin everything. Thalina thought the lords would be the only males she’d have to mate with, but now? She’s not so sure anymore. Trapped between the fiery envy of the castle’s women, the deadly allure of three alien lords, and a plotline spiraling out of her control, Thalina’s only goal is survival. Can she escape her own twisted creation, or is she doomed to live—and possibly die—as the protagonist of a story she never intended to star in?
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