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Falling in love with Ronan wasn’t part of the plan. Neither was falling pregnant with his baby. The worst part is he doesn’t even know yet. How do I tell him when I don’t know what he wants? One minute he’s into me, jealous, overprotective, the next minute he’s pushing me away. He’s so focused on his mafia. It’s one thing after another. I can’t shake the feeling that when it comes to Ronan, this baby and I will always come second.

Police sirens ring louder while blood drips from my hands. I must hide, but it's Christmas Eve, and all houses shine with colorful lights. All but one. Too late do I realize the house is not empty. A woman lives here alone, hidden in the dark and playing a game. I don't kill innocents. It's my only rule. The woman doesn't scream or try to call the police. Her big, green eyes take me in with curiosity, and not even the blood on my gloves makes her flinch. She sees me at my worst—and she doesn't run.

Monsters don’t just live in the dark, they breathe it. I thought I’d already survived the worst. I was wrong. Falling once nearly destroyed me. Falling for them? The Scorpion Kings? It might be the end of me. They cracked open every secret I tried to bury. Now, we’ve crossed a line we can’t come back from. There’s just two questions now left to be answered.

He was her shelter in a storm of secrets. She was the spark that set his heart on fire. Cian Cooper is consumed by a mission of vengeance. Nothing will stop him from seeing it through to completion. Until a homeless woman stumbles into his world and adds an unexpected complication. She causes something in him to come alive. For the first time in years, he starts to think about more than revenge, feel emotions he has long locked away. Caught in a world she doesn’t understand and too afraid to trust, will Skylar realize Cian is more than she believed him to be?

Aaron has spent his life running from intimacy, but when his professor, Dr Kenneth Lyons, broke through his defences last year, only to push him away, the sting of rejection left an indelible mark. He’s determined to win him back and prove their connection is more than just forbidden heat. But when danger lurks in every touch, and even a single kiss becomes deadly, Aaron might not survive long enough to prove he’s worth the risk.

Marcus Tate has it all — a high-paying executive job, a white C8 Corvette, a winning smile, and a new life in Northern California that seems built for pleasure. At twenty-nine, this ambitious Black bachelor leaves the flatlands of North Florida for the rolling hills and wild passions of the Bay Area.

Lorna Dubois. Interior designer. Light in the room, steel in her spine. Zane Heartly. Quiet storm. Architect who makes the impossible behave.

Willow Vale reads tarot, thirsts on TikTok, and kills men who deserve it. She’s fine—really. Her moral compass? Crooked at best. Her trauma? Unprocessed and thriving. Her next target? A “healer” who preys on sick women and thinks no one will stop him. But her latest obsession? Saint Shade, the masked magician/acrobat lighting up Las Vegas and every woman’s For You Page. He’s chaos wrapped in black silk, and she’s determined to unmask him. Except the night she does, he catches her mid-murder. But he doesn’t run. He doesn’t call the cops. He helps with the clean-up.

Idalia wächst behütet in ihrer Familie aus Lichtengeln auf, bis sie einem verlorenen, mysteriösen Jungen ohne Erinnerungen begegnet. Sie und Zion werden gemeinsam erwachsen, ohne zu ahnen, wie mächtig die Dunkelheit ist, die in ihm heranwächst. Drei Jahre später kehrt er zurück, beherrscht von Finsternis und mit einem düsteren Ziel: die Freiheit der verbannten Schattenengel. Zerrissen zwischen ihrer Pflicht, die Menschheit zu beschützen, und der Liebe zu Zion, die unzerstörbar in ihr lodert, muss Idalia eine Entscheidung treffen.

The three Darling cousins, each one more cruel and gorgeous than the last, rule the halls of Willow Heights like kings. None is worse than Devlin Darling, who makes it his personal mission to ruin his rivals. Starting with me.

From author C.S. Solarys comes a dark, slow-burn stalker mafia romance with enemies-to-lovers tension, forced proximity, and a dangerously obsessive, morally black antihero.

Nico De Lucci's biting opinion of her is seared into Ivy's brain. Not that she should care. No way is she giving Nico the power to whittle away at her self-confidence. Confidence she fought so hard to achieve. Obnoxious. Mr. Satan.

When the Capo dei Capi of the Cosa Nostra comes to Sicily to give his approval for his cousin, Stefano, to take me as his bride, I know my fate is all but sealed. Marrying Stefano is the last thing I want, but being a woman, I don't have a say in the matter. Damiano Falco is merciless and rules the Cosa Nostra with an iron fist. Everyone fears him and won't dare go against him. I'm still trying to accept that I'll have no choice but to marry Stefano when Damiano utters the last word anyone expects to hear. "No." He doesn't give his approval, nor does he offer any explanation.

When a mysterious man rescues her from near death, a young woman finds herself in the throes of a dark and dangerous storybook romance, where pleasure reigns but happy endings are no guarantee.

After an explosive night together, I thought I’d never see the gorgeous bookstore owner again. We didn’t exchange names and numbers, and when I left her asleep the following morning, I didn’t intend to pursue her. I don’t have time for relationships or entanglements. I’m the CEO of Gallagher Hotels, and my life is spent traveling around the world, focusing on my business, not a small town in Montana. Even if my thoughts keep returning to the most incredible woman I’ve ever met.

Foolish women fall in love with the bad boy. Cane Alexander was bad boy personified. Confident, he entered a room with his piercing blue eyes wearing a smug grin. He was the proverbial red flag wrapped up in a ridiculous set of abs. I tried to resist him. After all, I was done being a fool. Maybe it was his charm, or perhaps it was his persistence. Maybe it was how he entered my life and refused to leave. Whatever the reason, I fell for the one man I should’ve resisted.

Trapped in nightmares from my past, the only comfort I find is in gifts from the man who killed my mother's killer—presents wrapped in a body bag and delivered to the morgue for me to examine. From the first time I saw his mark, I knew I had to keep my killer safe, had to keep his work a secret for me and me alone. Every body is a love letter, and I'm the only one who can read them.

Venesa Andersen has never been good. She wasn't good enough for her parents, and she isn't good enough for the gangster uncle who took her in after they died. But she's cunning. Beautiful. Dutiful to her uncle's demands. And she doesn't have time for a moral compass, anyway. When her runaway cousin returns to their coastal southern town, she brings a man with her . . . and Venesa soon realizes he's the only one who's ever seen her for her. There's just one problem: she can never have him.

The Obsidian Order only cares about three things: secrecy, loyalty, and power. Every man born to the founding families is bred for this purpose, to serve the society and its objectives. As a result, we are the elite. Untouchable. Unbreakable. If we make it through the Trials. I will, as long as my obsession doesn't get the best of me. This girl… If the Order doesn't kill me, she'll be the death of me. Because I won't give her up. She's mine.

My mother is a lost cause I can't get rid of, and I work my fingers to the bone just trying to keep my head above water. To ease the stress bearing down on my shoulders, I like to dance. Working as a janitor at a ballet company makes it easy for me to steal thirty minutes at night when the place is empty. Or so I thought. Just my luck that the dangerously handsome owner catches me red-handed. He thinks I'm a hardworking ballerina, and I don't bother correcting him... because, you know, I'd like to keep my job.