It's wrong. It's forbidden. It's taboo. The man I married loves another, but I'm even worse, because I want his father. Tiptoeing around the house just to be with him is sinful. But, I don't see anything wrong with that, because what we have is beautiful. _________________________________________ Charlotte is my greatest temptation, but she also just might be my salvation. She may be Sebastian's wife, but really, she was always meant to be mine.

Our pasts have a funny way of haunting us, sometimes as ghosts in your mind and sometimes right in front of your face. Alex Belkov would do anything for Anora. Anything. All for a woman who didn't even recognize him. • • • Whoever said love makes you do crazy things was fucking right. And I wasn't even mad at it. If anything I felt a sick sense of relief as I beat the man bloody- finally putting a bullet through his thick head. I had killed before. On the job you know, when it had to come to that. As a detective now I wasn't out on the field like I used to be. But I sure still knew my way around a 9mm. This wasn't exactly so different either. It was for justice- but my own justice. Her justice.

Medical Registered Trauma Doctor, Kaia Blanc is well known in her field, paid well, desired among many hospitals for being good at what she does at her young age although still rendered a "junior doctor". She deals with stabbing, shootings, bone injuries, anything that enters the ER essentially. With high skill and lack of infections after treatment she's very adored among professionals, and among her patents she's kind, intelligent, and is very good at providing adequate comfort and care. Russian Mafia Boss, Zion Morozov is a ruthless leader without much to say. When he speaks its valuable, it means something and carry's importance. He kills the bad, graces the good, is smooth sailing without a bone in his body dedicated to anger. Calm. Reserved. His sister, Zoe Morozov came into Kaia's hospital, demanding to speak to her. A deal of a lifetime to work for Zion Morozov. What are the conditions and will Kaia say yes?

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭,𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚," 𝐈 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝. "𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠." ~ 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨 A dark, intoxicating tale of power, passion, and an unwanted love that burns too hot to escape. (First book of the blood&oaths series)

Zarina is a sweet innocent girl, who decides to join her friend at a Halloween party. There she meets a handsome Demon, who seems to quickly break her walls down. She falls for his words and makes the mistake of sleeping with him. What happens when their paths cross again. ♡°•●○___________________________○●•°♡ She quickly reached down and pulled the blanket over herself, not sure about what to do. "It's a little late to cover up." He smirked, making her blush again. He leaned over her, pulling her into another stomach tingling kiss, leaving her breathless when he pulled away. He stood up from the bed, pulling his clothes on, before turning to look at her. Zarina quickly changed her expression to neutral, making sure he wouldn't see the confusion and ache she suddenly felt in her chest. "As exciting as that was, I hope you know this was a one time thing." He said, watching her closely. She nodded, giving him her best smile. "Bye." She whispered softly. ♡°•●○___________________________○●•°♡ Just want to add a note that all of my books contain adult themes, sex, violence and non consensual things. If this bothers you, don't bother reading my books. Thanks.

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

She looked up, tears drenching her dark eyelashes. She sees him in the obsidian shadows of the room. A scream is stuck in her throat, unable to erupt from her mouth. She tries to turn and run, but as she moves her feet and takes a step, muscly arms encircle her waist. She feels her body lift above the ground, and seconds later her back slams against the wall. His fingers dig into her wrists, making her feel a stinging pain shoot up her arms. Her eyes are shut tight. 'Open your eyes'. She keeps them shut. 'Open your eyes, angel'. Her head is twisted to side, wanting to melt into the wall. His broad chest pressed up against every inch of her skin. He slams her against the wall again, making her yelp in pain, 'I SAID OPEN YOUR EYES!' She opens them slowly and looks at his face. She can see his eyes, black pools of emotion. Obsession. Lust. Possessiveness. Desire. Love. Dominance. Angelica Ziva Kareem. A beautiful, young woman, who aspires to complete her degree in Medicine. Her dream? To travel the world, to be free and to help those in need. Gabriel Dominic Rodrigo. Handsome, dark, possessive. Rich and hard working to the world above. Monster to the underworld. His life? What he wants, he gets. And he has his eyes set on little Angelica.

"Please," I whisper, my voice trembling as tears prick the corners of my eyes. "Please don't hurt me." The words barely escape my throat, fragile and desperate. He studies me for a moment, tilting his head slightly, almost as if he's amused by my plea. Then he scoffs, the sound sharp and mocking. "Why would I want to do that?" he murmurs, his voice smooth but carrying a dark undertone that chills me. He takes a step forward, and instinctively, I step back. "I've just found you..." He pauses, his gaze dragging over my face like a predator sizing up its prey. "And now you're mine." Aurora Evans leads a life of simplicity. Eat, work, sleep-her unchanging regimen is her sanctuary, and she has no intention of altering it. But what unfolds when a shadowy figure, lurking beyond her windows, takes an insidious interest in her? One glance at her in a café ensnares him, rendering him captivated, his singular ambition becoming clear: to claim her as his own. Aurora's attempts to escape his shadowy games are futile, especially in the cloak of night when he emerges, weaving his spell under the cover of darkness. He teases, entices, and pushes her perilously close to her breaking point. Her resolve is to distance herself as much as possible. Yet, fate has a cruel sense of irony. When she is abruptly dismissed from her previous job, she unwittingly lands a position working for him-as his assistant-entangling her in a web she can no longer evade. *A STALKER ROMANCE* #1 in "assistant" 12/23/24 #1 in "criminal" 3/8/25

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. -