Genres : Contemporary

One moment I’m alone, fantasizing about the grumpy silver-fox next door. The next, my vibrator explodes. Then... He. Shows. Up. Sheriff Lucas Riggs. My next-door neighbor with a hero complex and a jawline made for sin. He knocks down my door like a gladiator... And finds me in my bed - in utter shock - wearing nothing but a towel. Vibrator on the floor. Caught on fire. "Jesus woman. You could've gone up in flames," he growls. You're coming with...

Crashing my ex’s wedding was for closure… Until his plastic bride called me fat in front of everyone. Three hundred witnesses. Dead silence. That's when the Mafia king put her in her place. Dante Bellacino. Devil in an Armani suit. My ex’s father. He shuts her up with a single look. "Apologize," he growls. Then turns to me like I’m the last sin he’ll ever commit. "You’re staying." I should run. But fate traps us in an elevator between floors—...

He crashed my wedding and kidnapped me. Now he’s putting a ring on my finger… And his baby in my belly. Roman Volkov crashed my wedding, Threw me over his shoulder, And dragged me out the chapel. Now I’m a prisoner in his gilded cage… And a puppet under his masterful hands. I should run away from Roman. But when he whispers filthy promises in my ears, He makes one thing very clear: I'm his... forever

"Smile for me, Malyshka." His voice cuts through me—silk wrapped around a blade. Six years ago, Pavel Fetisov ruined me. Now, I walk toward him in a wedding gown. He doesn’t know about the daughter with his eyes. Or the poison tucked inside my wedding bouquet. This isn’t love. It's a brutal power play to merge two dynasties… and take down the man I swore killed my parents. Pavel Fetisov. Older. Colder. Deadlier than ever. The man who took my...

She doesn’t remember us… But her body does. It started with a blizzard. One wrong turn. One crash into the icy dark. Then—I wake up in a secluded mountain lodge… Surrounded by three men I don’t recognize. Rough. Commanding. Sinfully intense. They say I’m safe here. That the storm isn’t the only thing I need protection from. But I don’t know who they are. Or why they look at me like they’ve known me forever. I can’t remember the wreck....

It started with one drunk sext… And ended with my boss’s baby in my belly. I should’ve never sexted him. It was an accident. A mistake. I thought I was sexting a random number. But by the time I realized it was him… It was already too late. Because Damien Zaitsev isn’t just my boss. He’s my silver fox Bratva boss. And the devil in a designer suit. He’s the filthy rich billionaire driving me insane with his dirty words....

Feared Irish mobster. Ruthless survivor. The last man I should trust. Hiding in a quiet Colorado town was supposed to keep me safe. No past. No connections. No looking back. Then a snowstorm traps me with Declan McGregor. Towering. Brooding. The kind of man who looks at you like he already owns you. The kind of man I should avoid at all costs. But Declan isn’t just some reclusive mountain man— He’s the heir to one of the most feared...

Love isn’t just about fate. It’s about fighting for your forever. Golden child, Diana Matthewton, may be blessed with beauty, brains, and a future full of promise. But sometimes life isn’t always that simple. High school heartthrob, Henry Richardson, is used to getting what he wants. And he wants Diana. After dating briefly, she refuses to be just another conquest, but her rejection only fuels his obsession. Once at college, Henry is a memory. Especially when fate throws Doctor George...

He's supposed to marry her sister. But the Pakhan doesn't play by the rules... He writes them in blood. The air is thick with champagne and lies. I’m standing at my sister’s engagement party, trapped in the gilded cage of my family’s dying Irish dynasty. Beside me, the monster I’m meant to marry. Then—the announcement. “Introducing Ciara’s fiancé—Anton Karpov.” The world shatters. His gaze crashes into mine like a knife to the ribs. He remembers. The way I moaned his...

What’s the best way to get over your ex? By drunk sexting his dad… And getting under him. In my defense, I thought I was texting my friend. If I knew my ex’s dad was on the other side, reading every single word, I would’ve never sent those dirty texts. But I did. And now Elio wants more. Much more… I sexted the wrong number… But could my ex’s dad be my Mr. Right?