His name is Declan Worthington. Heir to a multi-billion dollar empire. Arrogant, self-absorbed, jerk. And I saved his life. In gratitude for my heroic act, his father offers me a full ride to Queenswood Academy, the top high school in the country. Where only the exclusive rich kids attend. I don't belong there. I know it, everyone knows it. Declan and his friends make it their mission to get rid of me. I've been given the opportunity of a lifetime, and I won't let anyone push me around, least of all spoiled rich jerks. But I soon learn they are more than their names and their money. They've got feelings, they've got heart. And my heart? It's in trouble.

COMPLETED✔️ What follows is a violent clash of worlds, where elegance is destroyed by brutality and innocence is trapped by a darkness far deeper and more dangerous than anything she imagined. Her dream of becoming the greatest ballerina, praised by her parents and supported by a loving friend was once the perfect vision of her life. But fate with its cold indifference doesn't follow the paths we choose. Instead it controls our lives. In one sudden turn her world is flipped upside down and she meets a man who is nothing like the one she dreamed of. He is ruthless, consumed by his own ego, a mystery to all who encounter him. His abilities are beyond comparison, his morals fractured and ambiguous, and his true intentions buried beneath a veil of darkness. Where once she believed her life was guided by passion and elegance, she now finds herself thrust into a world governed by dominance and brutality, where survival no longer hinges on talent or grace but on submission to a far more unforgiving force.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

I stiffened as his hand slipped down and down further, pushing into my pants. "What are you doing?" I demanded shakily. Max just held onto me from behind, pushing it down until he reached my cliterous. He started stroking. Pleasure swam down below, filling me to my core. I moaned, arching my back. His fingers went down further, slipping inside me. I moaned again, throwing my head forward. He chuckled low, the sound worsening the heat covering me. "You're fucking wet. Look at this." He pulled out his fingers, showing me how they were covered in gloss. I warmed even more at the sight. I dropped my head back to his neck, still moaning. He just nipped my ear. "Are you letting your predator do naughty things with you. Are you a naughty girl, Eve?" I shook my head. I winced, my brows creasing as the warmth of pleasure started boiling. He could clearly tell I was about to come, and he pulled away. I whined in protest, dropping onto the ground when he stepped backward. I then gazed up at him, my breaths hot and heavy. "Eve," his smile was dark, sadistic, "if you want to come, then you have to earn it." (The Sacrifice is a standalone, but it is in the FireNight realm) #1 in "fraternity" on May 21, 2025 #1 in "serialkillerromance" on May 21, 2025

"Are you gonna admit you like this yet?" "No!" I yelled, kicking my legs out at him. He smiled and leaned forward, catching my ankle as I froze. "Don't worry, baby. I'm going to worship your body like the innocent little thing you are, completely corrupting you before you can even think. "By the time I'm done with you, you're going to be screaming my name and begging me to let you cum. That said... "IF YOU CAN EVEN LAST A SECOND OF THIS." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emily Wolfe is the exact definition of innocent. Not necessarily in the childish sense, but her curiosity can sometimes be untamed. She developed insomnia from her father, Asher, and every night takes medications that make her a little crazy before she sleeps. And she remembers a man that always comes into her room just before she sleeps... her comfort character. But he's more than just imaginary. He's real. But being stalked is in the back of her mind, because she's been researching the death of her aunt after she'd been kidnapped... and all of it leveled back to a circus. Though... she could feel him watching her, but every time she looked, he was gone. He's gotten good at hiding. And even better at plotting.

"We could just . . . *do it*, you know," he says now, teasingly. "Clear all that sexual tension up with one quick ten minute session?" I seriously hope he's joking, but I'm not certain he is. Either way, I can't prevent the exasperated huff of laughter that escapes my lips at those words. "You must be dreaming if you think there's *any* sexual tension between us," I scoff. "Anyway, I'd rather not be another notch on your bedpost, thanks very much." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ruby Rafferty has won the ultimate prize - a luxury holiday in Crete! In theory, it couldn't be more perfect - endless sun, Greek food, an unlimited free bar . . . There's only one problem. The man she has no choice but to share the prize with. Lewis Sheridan may be ridiculously attractive, but he is also cocky, cynical, and comes complete with his own specific set of red flags. He's everything Ruby has never wanted in a guy, and she's not sure she can survive *one* day alone with him, let alone ten. It's *fine*, though . . . Their suite is massive, the cocktails are flowing, and Ruby can't help but notice how handsome and charming the hotel manager is. If only he didn't think she and Lewis were already a couple . . . Will forced proximity push our vacationers closer or further apart? Can enemies really become lovers? And what will happen if anyone realises they're technically on holiday under false pretences? I guess we're about to find out . . . Cover by @jspromcoms

Beatrice Cooper had an easy childhood, well, up until she was fifteen. When her parents die in a car accident, she hits the streets with no one else willing to take her in. Years later, at age eighteen, she is adopted into her parent's home, one she liked but never felt truly accepted in. One night, when Fiona, her best friend, needs her help she runs to the Devil's Rose MC, meeting Whiskey in the process. Whiskey - a closed-off bartender, an untouchable rebel, and ex-gang member with lots of astonishing tattoos. With sex one night, boyfriend and girlfriend the next, their meeting results in something entirely unexpected. However, two years later, their relationship looks much different. Will they have their happy-ever-after or will they fall apart amidst the chaos? *Please read tags.*

She's survived everything - except family. Grace has spent her life outrunning the past: a childhood of scars, the system that failed her, and an ex who nearly destroyed her. At twenty-four, she's finally free - until a DNA test reveals a half-sister she never knew, and an invitation to a town where blood runs thick and the rules are written in chrome and loyalty. Her brothers don't want her there. Their motorcycle club doesn't trust her. And Ash - tattooed, ice-eyed, and unreadable - keeps his distance. Until he doesn't. Because the moment Grace starts to matter, everything shifts. Tensions rise, threats surface, and Ash finds himself crossing lines he swore he wouldn't - especially for someone like her. She's survived the worst the world could throw at her. But in a place where trust is earned in bruises and belonging is paid for in blood, learning to be protected might be the one thing that breaks her. -_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_- Very slow burn - don't say I didn't warn you! But worth it, I promise. Enemies to lovers vibes. Intended for audiences 18+

COMPLETE. Book one of the Fallen Angels Series. Mike Campbell became the President for the Fallen Angel Motorcycle Club a few years ago after his father passed. The club had been going downhill for years until Mike took charge. Once the club is finally stable, one of his men gets in trouble with the law and causes panic for the entire club. Maya Bariding grew up in the Fallen Angel MC with her loving father and mother. As she grew up, her dream of becoming a lawyer made her realize she couldn't stay with them forever...in fact, she needed to completely distance herself from them, and a traumatic event helped seal the deal. If anyone realized who she had been associated with, it could cause trouble with her bosses and throw away all of her customer's trust in her. She couldn't handle the thought of going back to the club He couldn't handle the thought of losing his club. They couldn't hand the thought of losing each other.

Corvina Maxwell is a painter, an artist with an adoration for dark literature and themes outside of the good. She's a kind spirit but she's always been gravitated toward pessimistic people and exposed herself to dark romance, art, poetry. Valerian Calix is a world known pop star, having music similar sounding to the Neighborhood, Nirvana, and Chase Atlantic, they get a lot of attention. Lead singer and electric bass/guitar player is silent in interviews, and no words come from him other than his incredible vocals and dark songs. Songs meant to be in sexually toxic films. He loves his motorcycle and avoids female attendees as he has no female experience, although he is what every female wants. What happens when a dark spirited man and a woman curious with depth collide?