How Does Fake Mating Affect Relationships In Romance Novels?

The hairs on the back of my neck stood as his lips brushed against mine. The warmth in his eyes made butterflies swarm in my stomach, and I pushed myself up on the balls of my feet to close the distance between us. I knew he must feel the same way I did, that the feelings between us ran deeper than either of us had admitted to. "Ember?”A man's voice made me pull back, and I turned to meet Tristan's eyes…my mate's eyes. They were full of hurt and betrayal. As if he hadn't rejected me when he found out I, a lowly Omega, was his mate. I told myself to never look back, and I won't let him bring me down again, so I averted my eyes. "Ember is no longer your concern. Get lost.” Dex growled, arm around me in a possessive way. His Alpha command making Tristan grit his jaw before the wolf beside him grabbed his arm and pulled him away to prevent him from causing a scene. I pushed down the churning in my stomach and smiled up at Dex, wanting to pick up where we left off, to show him how much he meant to me… how good we could be together, but I froze as he spoke. "No one is looking now. You can take your hands off me." His words washed over me like a bucket of ice water, though they were just low enough that no one else would hear, saving me from public humiliation. Dex pulled himself from my touch, turned, and walked away. Right, I shouldn't have wanted more. I was just his fake mate and needed to remember my place.

Diana, the princess of the Xenon pack also known as the Hidden pack, was accused of attempting to kill the new alpha's, her half-brother's mate and was thrown out of the pack. Her step-mother whom she loved more than her actual mother hired rogues to kill her, but she was saved by a brothel owner and taken as a courtesan. This was where everything in her life went upend. There, she found her mate who loved her and took her out of that hell and also the man whose obsession for her led to a war where he killed her mate, destroyed her pack just to claim her. An obsession that led to her death. ---------------- But she was given a second chance to life and reborn right when her life took the wrong turn in the past. Determined to not repeat the mistakes of her past and become a strong and independent woman, she starts her life once again. This time she wanted to protect not just herself, but her mate and his pack as well. But in her path to strength and independence was the patriarchal society where an unmarried woman wasn't allowed to go out of the pack without her mate or husband. "Kill the intruder!" My father and the alpha of Xenon pack sentenced a handsome young man covered in rugs and dirt. The soldiers were about to take him to the gallows when... "Mate!" I yelled, getting up from my seat and the whole court froze. I had been searching for a powerless man who could be my ticket to independence and I saw one right before me. I walked to him and hugged him. "If you want to live... fake this mate bond with me." I whispered to him.

Willow Creed always put her career before any relationships but found that the road to building your career could be a lonely one. When her editor suggests that she write a believable romance story, Willow is at a loss for words, especially since she's so jaded about the topic of romance. After hearing Willow complain to her best friend about her situation with her editor, Reid Grayson proposes that they enter into a fake relationship under two conditions: she attends his brother's wedding as his date to get his family off his back about finding someone special, and they are not to fall in love with one another. Willow knows that she would never fall for the arrogant and rude Reid Grayson, so she agrees. Will both of them be able to keep to the conditions set in place when Reid is hiding a secret that could potentially break her? **This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.**

Faking Love is a story of two distinct individuals from very different worlds. Megan, who is strong-hearted is a celebrity boxer while Chris is a ghostwriter just trying to make ends meet. A chance encounter let their paths cross when they meet backstage in a boxing event. Megan is in the spotlight after her ex gets engaged to the girl, he cheated on her with, and she wants to quash the rumors that she's still heartbroken and pining for him. She decides to strike a deal with Chris, he becomes her fake boyfriend, and she pays him and also help to elevate his career. Perhaps she doesn't just want to be harassed by men or she needs Chris as a fake boyfriend to avoid ending up with a real one. Chris becomes the ghostwriter for her upcoming book about her life story and her against-the-odds championship win book and she offers to have him listed as the co-writer, giving him greater royalties, and helping him break into the traditional publishing industry with a higher profile than otherwise. What happens when fake love becomes real love?

Elara a commercial design student faces embrassment from her boyfriend. But everything changes when she meets Lucian Voss. Cold. Powerful. Dangerous in a way she can’t quite explain. He offers her something impossible: a fake relationship that will keep others from shaming or hurting her away and also from werewolves. Because in their world, Elara isn’t just human she carries a rare pheromone signature that marks her as a potential mate and a target. Lucian says it’s protection.

Savannah Elise Hart is perfect on paper—polished, untouchable, and desperate to keep it that way. Cassian Rhys Blackwood is chaos in his black leather jacket, with a smirk that could undo her world. When a rumor threatens Savannah’s future and a false accusation jeopardizes Cassian’s freedom, their fake dating deal seems simple—until stolen kisses in the dark and whispered confessions ignite something dangerously real. He pins her against the studio wall, paint smeared on her cheek as his lips hover over hers. “Tell me this doesn’t feel real.” In a game where rules shatter and hearts are on the line, pretending has never been so tempting—or so risky.