Eleven years after his life shattered in Chicago, Chris has rebuilt himself carefully in San Francisco: controlled, independent, untethered. He teaches ethics and law. He boxes too hard. He keeps people at a distance. And he has absolutely no interest in anything that looks remotely permanent. Then a work trip to Mexico drops Marisol into his life. Within days they're tangled in hotel sheets, trading insults in two languages, and making the kind of reckless decisions that are only supposed to exist far from home. The problem isn't that Chris wants her again the moment he gets home. The problem is he assumed she lived two thousand miles away-not twenty minutes across the city. What begins as something casual quickly becomes impossible to contain, forcing Chris to confront the very thing he's dedicated years to avoiding: the possibility of staying. And just when he and Marisol finally stop pretending they haven't built something real together, the past Chris buried long ago comes looking for him.

I was the woman he loved. She was the woman he could never refuse. I stopped competing with Veronica the day I understood the truth: Adrian hadn't just let her into our lives, he'd built her a home inside the spaces meant for me. For two years, I was Claire Monroe. The safe and steady one. The woman Adrian Cole never had to worry about because she never made a scene, raised her voice, or asked for more than he was willing to give. Understanding. Patient. Reliable. I wore those words like armor, never realizing they were the very reasons he felt free to look away. And while I stayed quiet, Veronica Steele, the grieving family friend, the woman who wielded her sorrow like a blade, quietly took everything that should have been mine. Not his heart. No. Something worse. His presence. His attention. Every late-night conversation, every cancelled dinner, every moment he chose to be somewhere I wasn't. I learned the cost of that choice on the kitchen floor of our apartment, my body folding in on itself, my appendix rupturing as I whispered his name into a voicemail he wouldn't hear until it was too late. Adrian. Please. I need you. He was with her. Of course he was with her. I survived the surgery. But lying in that hospital bed, staring at the empty chair beside me, I finally understood something I should have known all along: There was no reason left to stay. So I stopped waiting. And only then, only when the door had already closed, did Adrian finally see the truth. But seeing and losing never happen in the right order. "Unfaithful Promise" is the story of a man who realized what he had only after he had nothing left to hold, and a woman who finally decided she would never again be someone's second choice. Some people don't recognize love until they're standing in the ruins of it.

Trouble ran once before. This time, she's not coming back. After years of surviving abuse at the hands of the man who was supposed to love her, Trouble Bennett finally snaps when her husband lays a hand on their son. With nothing but her little boy, a dog, and the clothes they can carry, she drives straight into the past she swore she'd never return to. Home. Back to the motorcycle club compound she grew up in. Back to the father known as Heartbeat Jones. Back to the chaos, loyalty, violence, and brotherhood of club life. But returning home means facing more than old memories. It means confronting the woman she used to be-the wild girl born to raise hell-and the dangerous man who never really forgot her. In a world ruled by club colors, blood loyalty, and buried secrets, Trouble quickly learns that escaping one monster doesn't mean the fight is over. Because Judd isn't done with her. And the club? The club protects its own. Raw, emotional, and fiercely protective, Trouble is a gritty motorcycle romance about survival, found family, and a woman willing to burn the world down for her child.

They call my husband the embodiment of cruelty. Demetri Ferraro was forged for control, vengeance, and bloodshed without conscience. Strangers murmur cautions about what he might do, forgetting I sleep inches from him nightly. If only they could witness what I have. There's a terrifying authenticity to our marriage. With me, he's attentive to the point of reverence. I wear his fingerprints like brands. His vigilance wraps around me, reflexive as breathing. I trusted him completely because betrayal seemed impossible. That was my undoing The merger of our families cost me things I didn't know I was losing. I salvaged only the skating rink-solitary hours on pristine ice before dawn or after midnight. The architecture of my future was more elaborate than I comprehended. The truth doesn't announce itself with confession. It arrives without remorse, manifesting as inevitability, as though questioning his constructed reality was never an option. I don't doubt that my husband loves me. For the true terror of Demetri Ferraro isn't found in shadows or violence. It's in how he determined I belonged to him, by systematically eliminating any alternative path.

This story contains major spoilers for Sneakers, Cocktails, and Friends - read that first. (It also likely won't make sense if you don't. Edward Colin Keane came back to North Ridge to build a life that asked nothing from him. Work. Routine. Distance. Always distance. It was enough. Until a storm, a stubborn friend, and a community that refuses to stay on the sidelines force him to confront something he's spent years avoiding: You can't rebuild everything around you without eventually facing what's broken inside. This one is quieter. Heavier. But will complete Eddie (Colin)'s journey.

She loved him loudly. He loved her quietly-only when it was convenient. Leah believed two years of love meant security, a future, a place she could finally call hers. Yet, every time it mattered, he chose someone else. A best friend. A familiar comfort. A silence that hurts more than betrayal. This is a story about emotional neglect, unspoken loyalties, and the slow realization that love without priority is a form of loss. It asks a difficult question: How long can you stay where you are never fully chosen?

18+ Mature content. Please check trigger warnings before reading! Nine years ago, four men came to her family's door. Her mother didn't survive the night. Her sister didn't either. Harper was thirteen. Now she's twenty-two, and she's moved back to Ridgeview. She has a list. She has a plan. She has spent years making sure she's ready for both -- reconstructive surgery, forensic training, martial arts, a forged academic path that walks her straight into the same town where the men who destroyed her family still live. What she didn't plan for was a black wolf in the forest. Or the man he turns out to be, the alpha's son, who keeps finding reasons to be near her, who looks at her like he already knows something he shouldn't. The son of her target. She has two choices. Finish what she came here to do, or feel something for the son of the man who destroyed her life. Revenge is a dark paranormal thriller about a woman who built herself into a weapon, and the one person she didn't plan for. This is an ongoing story and will be updated as I write. It will be removed once the story is completed.

I left my husband two years ago. Unfortunately for me, Damien Blackcrow doesn't believe in things like divorce. Or boundaries. Or laws. Or sanity, honestly. That's why we worked so well together. Until we didn't. Until he got caught in a compromising position. The problem is Damien Blackcrow never understood what the word leave meant. Not when we were married. Not when I moved out. Not when I filed the papers. And definitely not now. The bigger problem? The Crimson Saints MC practically built Crimson Bay's darker corners in blood. People here know when to look away. They know which roads not to drive after midnight. And Damien? My ex-husband-the club's enforcer-keeps showing up looking at me like divorce was just another word for foreplay. Which would be less of a problem if his role didn't come with access to all kinds of extracurricular activities. Like stalking. Black roses on my porch. Masked men outside my windows. Dead women turning up around town. Now Halloween week in Crimson Bay feels less like a holiday and more like a countdown, and the more blood spilled between us, the harder it becomes to tell whether I'm running from my ex-husband... or remembering why I married him in the first place. Note from Graves This isn't a sweet love story. It's a campy Halloween nightmare full of obsession, biker violence, stalking, push and pull, and a woman celebrating her favorite holiday with a body count.

Danny Verdago - recruited straight from the Military and trained to become a highly specialised undercover operative. For eight years, he's devoted his life to a single case- one that has demanded everything and cost him more than he ever imagined. What Danny never planned for was Tia. For the past four years, she's been his wife, his rock, and the one constant in a life built on secrets. She's the reason every sacrifice has been worth it and the reason he's ready to walk away from his career. Now, one final undercover deployment, the climax of everything he's worked for stands between Danny and the desk job that promises a future beyond the secrets and the double life. But as the operation hurtles toward its end, Danny is dragged deeper into the life he's spent years trying to keep separate. With the case closing in and the stakes higher than ever, he faces an impossible choice. How far is he willing to go to finish the mission he's sacrificed so much for? This time, the price of success won't be measured in years, careers, or half truths. It could cost him Tia, the family they've dreamed of, and everything that truly matters to him.

Iris Mercer was never meant to be loved. Not in that marriage. Not by a man like Elliot Graves. It was supposed to be an arrangement. It became a year of shared silence that was never empty, of touches that were careful not to want too much, and a love that grew anyway, stubborn and deep. Then Elliot forgot her. The accident took the year that belonged to her. It left Elliot with memories of another woman, a different life. A life before Iris. He remembers nothing of the marriage that changed him. Iris remembers it all. She watches her husband move through their home in a body that knows her but a mind that does not. She hears Elliot's voice form another man's words. She grieves for a love that existed only in a single, stolen year, because some kinds of love are not repeated. They are built once, and lost forever. This story contains explicit intimacy, strong language, emotional trauma, and themes of memory loss, manipulation, and familial abuse. Intended for mature readers only.