Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

One Woman. Four incredibly obsessed men. What could possibly go wrong?

One campus. Two brothers. A girl they swore to never want. Danielle Hayes didn't come to college alone. She came with the two people she's closest to in the whole world: her best friends. Tristan hides a razor-sharp temper behind unshakeable loyalty. Alec wears his heart so openly it almost feels like a trap. Everything was perfect... until one drunken night changed the shape of their world. A slip in judgment. A life-altering mistake. Whispers. Lies. Manipulation disguised as friendship. This isn't just about love. Someone isn't playing fair. Love was never supposed to ruin them. Loyalty was never supposed to hurt this much. Choosing one might mean losing it all. Sometimes the promises you break are the ones that break you.

['Bad Blood' Series Book #2] 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳. Now he's a name I was warned never to speak. 𝐀𝐧𝐝, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐛𝐨𝐬𝐬-a ruthless kingmaker my father would 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, and he has no idea who I really am. I came to 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙮 the secret that would ruin my family, but the lines blur with every look he gives me-a possessive fire that has nothing to do with my resume. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺'𝘴 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝐇𝐈𝐌 She's a liar. A beautiful, infuriating ghost from a past a bullet stole from me. My mind doesn't know her, but my body remembers everything. She's a weapon, and she's been pointed directly at my head. She thinks she's playing me, but I see the 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 in her eyes. She came here to 𝗵𝘂𝗻𝘁 for secrets. She has no idea she's the one being 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨.

|18+| 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙬𝙞𝙘𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙖𝙜𝙚. 𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙'𝙨 𝙛𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙝𝙚𝙧. My best friend had one specific rule for her wedding week: 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐨𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐝. It should have been easy. I'm here to be a bridesmaid, not a distraction. Then I met Caleb Calhoun. He's forty-four, runs the biggest ranch in Montana, and looks at me like I'm a natural disaster waiting to happen. He values order, discipline, and respect. I drive a rusted El Camino, drink cheap beer, and thrive on chaos. He thinks I'm just a reckless twenty-one-year-old with nothing to offer but trouble. So, naturally, I decide to be his trouble. I push every button he has. I call him 'Daddy' because I know he hates it-and because I know it makes him think things he definitely shouldn't. To top it off? I flirt with his son just to watch his jaw tick...until his son starts flirting back. His son Benny is freshly back from war, dangerously charming, and looks at me like I'm the first thing he's wanted in years. And the more I provoke the grumpy rancher, the more I realize this isn't a game. Benny wants to keep me. Caleb wants to tame me. And for the first time in my life, I might actually want to be 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝

" you what? " " i killed them. I might've not wanted this marriage but you're still my wife. " ________________________________________________ SECOND BOOK IN NEEDED ME SERIES CAN BE READ AS STAND ALONE

"You *thrust* are* thrust* my *thrust* woman," he growled, his voice dripping with possessiveness as he thrust deeper, each movement making me cry out in both pain and desire. I was beyond exhausted, my body aching from hours of relentless passion. "Adrian, please... stop," I begged, my voice barely audible, my eyes squeezed shut. The exhaustion was overwhelming; I could barely feel my legs anymore, my body on the brink of collapse. But his response was cold, unwavering. "Sleep, ocean. I won't stop tonight." And with that, everything went black. ............................................ He pinned me to the wall, his grip unforgiving, making me gasp in pain. His eyes were bloodshot with rage, and for a moment, I wasn't scared of him-just terrified of what he might do to Luciano. "If you ever mention his name in front of me again, I swear, wildcat, I'll tear him apart with my bare hands," he snarled, his voice sending a chill down my spine. His words hung in the air, the threat lingering like a dark storm. "You are mine. Your body. Your soul. Your heart, too," he growled, his hands moving to unhook the only thing that separated us-my bra. "No protests today," he warned, his voice thick with determination. "I'll take you by hook or by crook." And before I could react, he tossed me onto the bed. ...............

Ocean shoved at his chest, but Lucas didn't budge. He stayed right there, crowding her. "Move," she snapped, heat in her voice. He didn't. His presence pressed against her, every breath of his filling the little space she had left. Her hands curled tight at her sides. "You don't give me a second. You're always there-hovering, watching, smothering me like I can't breathe without you in my face." Lucas's jaw ticked, eyes hard, but he said nothing. The silence made her angrier. Her chest rose sharp with breath. "I hate it. I hate how you don't let me think, don't let me move. You just close in and wait for me to break." Still, he stayed. And that-more than any words-set her blood boiling. -- A stubborn college girl thinks she's untouchable-until she collides with him. The Beast. A force wrapped in shadow and hunger. One meeting shatters her defenses. Her control slips. Her rules burn. And for the first time, she isn't the one in charge.

When Silas Quinn notices dark-skinned Celeste Greene at a hospital, his whole world changes. He may think it changed for the good, but it's actually for the worst. Silas slowly but surely becomes obsessed with Celeste's melanin skin and big dark brown eyes without even realizing his new infatuation. His addiction to her makes the rest of his world go dull as he only thinks about being with Celeste. ~~~ "You're mine, and will always be mine. Don't ever think you can run away from me." Her beautiful eyes looked up at me with hate and disgust. "You mental, possessive, sick--" I put two fingers on her swollen lips. She immediately stopped talking as fear spread throughout her face. It hurt me to look at her like this. "I know you don't mean that," my voice cracked. "Baby, I know you love me." The fear erased from her face and was replaced with malice. "I have NEVER fucking loved you! And if you loved me, I wouldn't be here right now." My impatience began to consume me and I found my fingers tightening around her neck. "You'll learn to love me. You've always been mine! From the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew." A single tear slipped out of Celeste's right eye but her voice remained strong. "You son of a bitch." With my hand still wrapped around her neck, Celeste spit on my face. **BWWM**

#1 In manipulation 8/12/25 #1 in poetic 8/12/25 #1 in bwwm 9/2/25 #1 in dark romance 9/3/25 #1 in high school drama 9/7/25 #1 darkskin 9/2/25 #1 in Stockholm 10/7/25 #1 in vote 10/17/25 (REWRITTING) Publishing chapters as I rewrite them !! Since people don't like to read tags I just wanna let yall know this is a DARK ROMANCE book. As in a abusive , manipulative relationship. ... Finally, he asked, "Why are you crying?" Yara didn't lift her head right away. She was used to being ignored, not spoken to. When she did answer, her voice was small. Almost a breath. "They forgot me again," she whispered. "Who?" "My parents. They were supposed to pick me up." He blinked once. "So?" She looked at him then, really looked. "They always forget." Adonis didn't nod. Didn't frown. Just sat back on his heels. There was no sympathy in his face, but there was something else. Interest. Recognition. He understood what it meant to be forgotten. He stood up and looked down at her. "Do you want to disappear?" The question hung in the air . Yara didn't answer. She didn't know how. But the silence between them said enough. Adonis nodded once. "Come on." She hesitated. And then, quietly, she got up and followed him into the woods- not because she trusted him, but because he was the first person who hadn't looked through her.