Genres : Contemporary

I left a voicemail on a stranger's phone. My name. My address. And the words "I'm scared." He called back with three words. "Lock your door." Seconds later, someone tried to break in. He got there first. And left my stalker bleeding in the hallway. Alessandro Russo. Older. Powerful. Blood on his hands. And the first man in months who believed I was in danger. Now I'm living in his penthouse. Sleeping down the hall. Finding reasons to close the...

“Tell me, Miss Hale... Can you work for the man who knows what you taste like?” That's the first thing my new client says to me. In my defense, I had no idea my one-night mistake was Sebastian King. Hot. Older. Billionaire heir. Owner of a very expensive corner office and a very DIRTY mouth. And, apparently, my new boss. FML. Now I have twenty-one days to save his family's billion-dollar empire. If I fail, my PR firm goes down...

I'm sleeping with my dad's best friend. He's the boss I was supposed to hate. Too bad my body didn't get the memo. Callum Sterling agrees to my father's request. He has no idea the favor is me — all bad attitude and bite. He's a throwback — decent, disciplined, with a code of honor from the past, and with a body hotter than hell. But I'm the woman who burns things down. My presence unravels him. He knows wanting...

Every rule says hands off my curvy little office manager. Until her manuscript lands in my inbox… And I read every filthy fantasy she's ever had. About me. She thinks I called her in to fire her. She has no idea what I really want. Because behind these designer suits and this billion-dollar empire, I'm not the man she wrote. I'm worse. I run this city from the shadows. I give orders that end careers—and lives. I have no business...

**THE SANCTUARY PROTOCOL**Petra Voss has spent six years white-knuckling every decision in her life — the company she built, the calendar she runs on, the version of herself that never once says *I don't know what I want.* Her husband Callum books them five days at a resort so exclusive it doesn't have a website that actually explains what it is. Just a name. The Sanctuary. And a promise that for five days, her body isn't hers to manage anymore.But...

A wife cast out. A husband ruled by doubt. If the truth comes too late, love may not survive the betrayal.Etta thought her marriage was built on trust. Then one afternoon, in the quiet sanctuary of her worktable, her husband walks in with his mother, the family lawyer, and a devastating accusation: forged accounts, stolen money, and a secret plan to leave him richer than she arrived. In a single brutal moment, her home, her reputation, and her marriage are...

My ex cheated on me with my best friend. His father made me forget they both exist. I went to collect my things and leave the past behind. Instead, I crashed my car in a snowstorm and ended up snowed in with a man who made me feel more in one night than my ex did in two years. Then I learned his name. Anton Sokolov. My ex's father. Bratva boss. Twice my age. And not the kind of man...

Book Two in the Second Thought Series. The follow-up to No, Not That Email.Jean survived the wrong emails, the wrong men, and a group chat that treats her love life like an open case file. She won. She got Moses: steady, grown, sexy, and patient enough to love her without asking her to become somebody softer, quieter, or easier.All she has to do now is marry him.Which means a guest list that multiplies overnight, a church with opinions, an officiant...

She expected to attend a fairytale ball, not become a character in one…When I wake up locked in a tower, my only companions are a bottle of champagne and a terrifyingly large bed. I came here looking for my missing best friend, but now I’m the one who needs saving.Then he appears on my balcony, a dangerously handsome man with silver hair and eyes that burn like indigo fire. He says he’s here to rescue me, but he’s looking for...

The monster who comes to put me underground... forces me to become his wife instead. His brother betrayed me. Then died without ever meeting his son. Luca Moretti, the Devil of Chicago, has come to claim the last Moretti heir. My child. I expect a bullet. Instead, he forces a diamond on my finger. Then moves my son and me into his lakefront mansion. His rules. No way out. So I swear I'll make his life a living hell. Starting...