In the shadow of the mountains, Sofì meets Davide a man whose rough hands, dark eyes, and possessive touch leave her trembling . "I own you," he growls, voice low and rough, eyes dark with intent. "Not him. Me."Between stolen glances, fiery arguments, and moments of raw passion, she's drawn to him in ways she doesn't fully understand-but every time he looks at her, Sofì feels both fear and exhilaration.

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐨. Rankings: #1 in teacher #1 in bwwm #1 in wmbw #1 in military #1 in french #1 in psychological #2 in nigerian #5 in obsession #7 in possessive #9 in dark romance

I froze. A man was slumped against the graffiti-covered brick wall, blood blooming across his side. His white shirt was soaked through, and there was a gun just inches from his open hand. My heart slammed against my ribs. Run, Skye. You should run. But I didn't. Instead, I dropped my bag and took a cautious step closer. His head lifted. Piercing, icy blue eyes met mine, sharp even through the haze of pain. His face was all sharp edges and shadowed scruff, blood trailing from the corner of his mouth. His accent was thick and rough, like broken glass. "Leave." I shook my head slowly. "You're bleeding. Bad." "Not your concern." His voice was lethal, but he flinched hard when he tried to move. "You're gonna die out here," I whispered, kneeling beside him. My hands trembled as I pressed a napkin from my apron against his side. "I'm studying to be a nurse. Let me help." He stared at me like I was something he couldn't comprehend. A stranger. A softness he didn't trust. Then his hand, heavy and warm, clamped around my wrist-not rough, but firm. "What's your name?" he rasped. "...Skye." A beat passed. Then another. "I am Mikhail." His eyes darkened. "And you shouldn't have found me."

In Florence, 23-year-old aspiring artist Thalia Arnold and 50-year-old Italian Don Dominic Romano's worlds collide. Amidst the city's Renaissance art, their forbidden romance defies age and underworld dangers. Their passionate tale unfolds in the shadows of Florence's timeless beauty.

After a tragic accident, Nyema Quest is left deaf and fatherless. Unknowingly catching the eye of two Alphas, Nyema is thrown into a world she never knew existed and one she's all to familiar with.

Recently getting a new cell number Harlow kept receiving a call from a number she didn't recognize. Tired of them calling late at night she called the number back to demand that they stop calling but she was taken back by their response. ** This is a MOSTLY DIALOGUE book **

All Caleb wanted to do was tell the woman he loved how he felt about her. All he wanted was to be a Deputy. To be somebody... One dark night and a near death experience changed everything. Now all Caleb wants is to be normal again. The sinister voice scratching at the back of his mind and his growing unnatural hunger has turned his world upside down. He is fighting to remain himself but the dark entity has other plans for him and the woman of his dreams.

The next morning I felt something heavy next to me. My alarm hasn't rang yet so I was touching around to feel what was disturbing my much needed sleep. As I touched around I felt something soft but also hard next to me it felt like ... skin? I opened my eyes only to see a man sprawled in my bed, "What the hell?!" I shrieked as I jumped out my bed accidentally taking the blankets with me. I screamed when I saw a naked man in my bed "Get of my bed you pervert!" I shouted as I threw a pillow that was lying on the floor on his head. That man just grunted in response before opening his eyes, "M-" "I'm counting till three for you the leave or I will call the cops! 1-" "Cat" he said cutting me off. Right! Where's the cat?!