Jessalie has always been taught to fear the Nightbloods. But Eryk is patient, gentle, and bound to her by fate and not at all what she was expecting. As Jessalie begins to see through the lies her town was built on, she must decide where she truly belongs. Copyright © 2026 The Queen Slushie PATREON EXCLUSIVE

The Sokolov brothers are everything most girls want. Intimidating, tall, broody, they are everything to lust after. Not that they... particularly care. They own a tattoo shop, one a tattoo artist, one a piercer. Both are bikers and underlyingly involved in their father's illegal business's occasionally. Sure they have a few... bodies under themselves. And sure they are technically criminals. But that doesn't mean anything. But it does to Eleanora. But not to her best friend and step sister Lia. Lia, being Nora's wing-woman drags Nora to her tattoo appointment to meet these broody, foreign men. She was theirs. No matter what her logical side says, everything else craves their attention. And Lia is ALL for it. She is after all, her best friend, and sister.

Following Leena's childhood friend, Emilia Rodriguez's disappearance, Leena decides that it's up to her to find out what exactly happened to Emilia and who was responsible. Until she finds out that the people who took her aren't the kind of people who show mercy to anyone. Contemplating whether getting her friend back is worth risking her life, she takes her chances only to end up exactly where Emilia was. That's until Matteo finds a liking to Leena, making her useful and blackmailing her into dirty work in order to get her friend back. Was it worth the risk? Was it worth her life? Was it worth Emilia's life? All questions to be asked after she's held captive.

He left me. I gave birth to his triplets after our one passionate night together. I couldn't get in touch with him, and it wasn't until more than four years later that I saw him again. And then he was with the evil twin sister I never knew I had.

After finally freeing myself from my father's iron clutch, I move from Arizona to Oregon for a fresh start. With my foul-mouthed rescue parrot and a new sense of hope, nothing can stop me from finally moving on. Until that foul-mouthed bird lands me right into the arms of three insanely beautiful, slightly psychotic, Hell's Gate MC bikers that refuse to let me go. I might be a soft and delicate woman on the outside, but my brain packs a whole lot of dangerous power on the inside. I just hope this whole place doesn't blow when these bikers uncover the true depth of my abilities. I tried to warn them... but bikers don't like the word no when they see something they want. Bliss and Bombs is a dark MC Reverse harem. This is dark and contains graphic violence, mature content, and elements that may be triggering. All readers should be over the age of 18. If you are a fan of my book (Cupcakes and Grenades) then you'll love this one! You'll get to see even more of Hell's Gate and the characters. This book is about Texas, Ice, and Skull claiming our new girl Bliss as theirs.

She signed the paper with trembling hands, her vision blurred, her mind clouded-drugged and barely aware of what she was doing. "Why are you doing this to me?" she asked, her voice shaking, yet defiant. Even in her weakened state, she refused to show fear. The man standing in front of her stared with eyes that pierced through her soul, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "What did I do, sweetheart?" he said, his voice low, dangerous-yet laced with something disturbingly tender. "You look at me like I've wronged you. But all I did was what's best... I made you mine. You were mine the moment my eyes found you. And anyone who dares to take you away from me-will taste hell from this beast." His eyes burned with a terrifying mix of love, desire, obsession, and madness-emotions she couldn't fully comprehend through the haze in her mind. Overwhelmed by the drug, her body gave out. Just before she collapsed, he caught her in his arms, holding her close like she was the most precious thing in the world. He leaned in close, his lips brushing against her ear, whispering with venomous devotion, "At last... you're mine. Completely. Irrevocably. And I'll destroy anyone who dares to steal you from me." it is a story with obsession, madness love by a mafia lord towards a middle class girl.

**** Jesse Masters owns the Coyote Creek Ranch, one of the largest cattle ranches in Wyoming. As one of the youngest billionaires in the country, he also ranks among the most eligible bachelors in the state. Known for his brooding demeanor, Jesse has built a wall of ice around his heart, a fortress he believes will protect him from the pain of love ever again. In stark contrast, Sorcha O'Neil is a small-town waitress with a heart as vast as the Wyoming skies. Though she has little in terms of material wealth, she pours her soul into helping those in need, embodying the true spirit of generosity. This Christmas season, Jesse Masters finds himself facing a unique challenge: he needs her help. Sorcha steps into his life, determined to heal his shattered heart while unraveling the layers of emotional armor he's constructed. Her warmth and unwavering belief in the magic of Christmas might just teach Jesse what the holiday truly represents. However, as their bond deepens and the festive spirit surrounds them, Sorcha grapples with her own vulnerabilities. Can she mend his heart without risking her own in the process? As the holiday unfolds, both must confront their fears and discover if love is worth the risk, even if it means opening themselves up to the possibility of heartbreak.

A man feared by all-ruthless, powerful, and dangerously captivating. He's not just handsome; he commands attention the moment he steps into a room. He is the most feared mafia boss in all of London, a name spoken in whispers and never without caution. But beneath the tailored suits and cold, calculating eyes lies a past shrouded in darkness. His life is etched with scars-both the kind that fade with time and the kind that haunt the soul. Among them, one wound never truly healed: a deep, unshakable fear of being touched. It's not just discomfort; it's terror rooted in betrayal, violence, and a pain he never speaks of. The world may see a monster, but inside, he's a man at war with his own demons. She was left on the steps of a church as a baby, with no name and no family. She grew up in the shadows of others, never knowing the warmth of a family or what it felt like to be someone's first choice. All she ever wanted was to be seen, to be cared for. So when a man showed her attention and made her feel special, she believed it was love. But it wasn't. He slowly trapped her in a world of fear and control, and by the time she realized the truth, it was too late. His love came with bruises, his promises with threats. For years, she endured his violence, his control, all while clinging to the fragile hope that something-anything-might change. But it didn't. For years, she lived through pain and violence at his hands, feeling more alone than ever. Then, one night, with fear in her veins and courage in her heart, she ran. Eight months pregnant and carrying more than just a child-she carried the strength of every scar, every tear, and every silent scream she had buried. She didn't know where the road would lead, but for the first time, it was hers to choose. They were both broken. Both running from something. And neither of them expected the other to become the safest place they'd ever known.

18+ Evelyn gets convinced to go to a club with her best friend, Jaylynn, whose boyfriend/dom happens to own the bar. Evie, nervous about being in another dom/sub relationship, meets Callan, a dom. A daddy dom. What she doesn't know about Callan is that he happens to be The Don of the Italian Mafia. Not a slow burn because I'm impatient Honestly I wrote it for me to enjoy, so it's not sophisticated but enjoy if you want. Don't like don't read.

Silvio Salvatore He was the kind of man who made power look effortless, like it was stitched into his skin. His voice carried quiet authority, smooth but with an undertone that could make even the boldest man hesitate. Behind the calm exterior was a mind built on precision and patience, the kind that dismantled empires one calculated move at a time. Silvio Salvatore didn't raise his voice; he didn't have to. His silence alone could make people confess things they hadn't even done. He wasn't cruel for pleasure, only for purpose. And when purpose demanded hardness, he delivered it without hesitation. He had built an empire out of loyalty and respect both equally earned. There was nothing he hated more than mysteries. And she was the greatest one of all. The Black Swan. The shadow everyone spoke about but no one had truly seen. Every lead faded before it reached the truth. Until one day, she decided to let him find her. --- Ariana Sinclair She smiled at everyone, her sarcasm easy, her laughter infectious-almost harmless. She was the Black Swan, a name carried through whispers. A ghost in a world that lived on secrets, moving with purpose and precision, leaving nothing but questions behind. Nobody knew her, nobody caught her, and nobody crossed her path without her permission. Silvio found her not by chance, but by her choice, on her terms. Beneath the charm lay a past that shaped her into everything the world feared and admired. Beauty was her lure, innocence her disguise, but her eyes told the real story, sharp, aware, and unyielding. And in the game of shadows they were about to play, one truth remained: nothing would be the same again.