He broke her door down in the dead of a Moscow winter. Five months ago, Vanity walked out of Alexei Petrovich's penthouse with their newborn son and didn't look back. She hasn't had to. Until tonight. He arrives furious, exhausted, and looking at their son like he's been starving for the sight of both of them. Vanity knows better than to trust him. She also knows better than to trust herself around him. Because Alexei was never just a man. He was a world - wealth, control, obsession, and the quiet violence behind the Petrovich name. His family is powerful, secretive, and operates by rules she was never supposed to read. Once she lets him back into her life, leaving again may cost more than heartbreak. A novel about love, possession, and the dangerous comfort of going back. Contains explicit sexual content, possessive dynamics, past infidelity, emotional control, and allusions to organised crime. For adult readers. I write women who survive the men they love. It's Always Cold in Moscow is a standalone adult romance drama in The Vanity Sedoc Books. -V #2 interracial romance #5 Steamy #4 Moscow #3 Motherhood

Twenty-two-year-old Nellie never imagined motherhood would drag her across oceans into a world that looked glamorous on television but felt cold in real life. Living between Spain and Italy with her six-month-old daughter, Milarie, she is forced to survive.

Iosefa Malietoa Faumuina‑Fepuleaʻi is a married, ultra‑wealthy businessman with money so old and quiet it doesn't need explanation. International assets, private jets, offshore holdings - his name doesn't trend, but his influence moves entire markets. Physically, he's a wall of a man. Massive frame. Tattoos climbing his arms, chest, neck - stories written in ink. A deep voice that never needs to raise itself. He moves slow, deliberate, predatory. Always armed. When he walks into a room, conversations die automatically. He doesn't demand respect. He occupies it. Taylór didn't know he was married when she got pregnant. By the time the truth surfaced, She was already carrying his child, She was already emotionally attached, He had already decided they were his She was angry. She was hurt. She still loved him anyway.

~ Three years later ~ A shared past. A complicated present. And a connection that refuses to fade.

What happens when a one-night-stand turns your whole life upside down? I didn't mean to end up in his bed. Hell, I didn't even know his name. All I remember is the heat of his stare across the club, tattoos snaking down his arms, black hair falling into his face as if even gravity bowed to him. One second I was dancing, laughing, teasing my girls. The next, his lips were on mine. Hard. Demanding. Dangerous. Clothes? Gone. Sanity? Gone. And me? Screaming his name like I'd known it all my life. But the real problem wasn't the way he kissed me, or the way he fucked me like he owned me. No. The real problem started the next morning. When I walked into the office... and found him sitting at the head of the table. My new boss. Damien Blackwheel. And God help me- he was smiling.

A soulmate bond is meant to be sacred. Protected. Unbreakable. For Amaris, it became the reason she had to run. After a devastating betrayal, Amaris disappears from the public eye, choosing solitude, art, and the safety of her family over a life that nearly destroyed her. What she leaves behind isn't just a man - it's a bond the world considers untouchable, and a past that refuses to stay buried. Years later, success brings her back into the same orbit as the one person she never planned to face again. But time has changed everything. Boundaries have been drawn. Wounds have scars instead of blood. And some mistakes can't be undone - only accounted for. This is not a love story about getting back together. It's a story about healing, accountability, found family, and learning how to live with the consequences of choice. Sometimes, survival is the bravest ending of all.

A strong hand quickly grabbed my arm and snatched me up, causing me to gasp trying to get my arm free. "Watch your fucking mouth when you're speaking to me Maliah," Rafe leaned down to whisper into my ear while tightening his grip on my arm. Maliah is feeling Rafe Cameron's wrath. (I promise when you guys reach chapter 6 the story gets better!)

Vance does not love. He does not ache. He does not long. He does not feel the way mortals ruin themselves over feeling. He is ancient. He is controlled. He is a vampire who has carved the weakness of love out of himself centuries ago. And then there's Moneé. Soft where he is sharp. Devoted where he is distant. She loves him with a kind of reckless, breathless intensity that should terrify her - but doesn't. Vance pushes her away. Again. And again. And again. But something else refuses to. The shadows that follow him do not obey. They curl around Moneé's wrists when she tries to leave. They whisper truths Vance will not speak. They pull her back into the dark every time he tries to set her free. Because while Vance cannot love... His shadows can. And they are tired of letting her go.

Read to find out 😮🎀. -strategy by bunniesbooksss

"Why do you care so much, Victor?" he slammed the glass down on the counter. "Because I love you, and he's not the one for you. He can't make you feel the way I do; he can't give you what I can give you. He can't make you feel the way I make you feel." I stared at him as he moved closer and put his hands on my cheeks as he leaned in "Choose me".