𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡 is a survivor. A single mother and a tattoo artist to dangerous men, she exists on the fringes of the criminal underworld, belonging to no one. Her life is her own. Until the night 𝐀𝐧𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐞 walks in. As the newly crowned Don of the Lucchese crime family, Andrea sees the world in assets and liabilities. After a bloody display of power leaves Charlie as a loose end, he claims her shop-and her-as his property. She's a reckless, infuriating complication he can't afford, and a temptation he refuses to resist. 𝐇𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭. He has no idea that Charlie is the secret key to a war between the mafia and the cartels, with a lineage more 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 than his own. As his 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 deepens, so does the 𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧.Every touch is a battle for control, every kiss a promise of 𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓. ℑ𝔫 𝔞 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔟𝔞𝔡 𝔟𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔟𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔟𝔞𝔯𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰, 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔩𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝖉𝖆𝖓𝖌𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖘 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝕬𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖊𝖆 𝕷𝖚𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘𝖊'𝖘 𝖊𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖞 𝔦𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝖇𝖚𝖗𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 𝖙𝖔 𝖕𝖗𝖔𝖙𝖊𝖈𝖙.

Izzy has always struggled with a restless mind. Submission became her haven. But after a life-changing attack, she's left struggling to find her way, awash in a sea of emotions threatening to pull her under. Her salvation comes in the form of her boss, Jonathan, who sees her struggling and refuses to let her go under. What happens when lines are crossed and resolve crumbles? Will Izzy take his hand and heal, once again finding her way back to sweet submission? Or will she refuse him and continue her downward spiral...

"It is your choice," he said, stepping so close to me that our lips were almost touching. "Either do what I say - or get another job." My heart stood still as I gazed up into his deep, dark, dangerous eyes... In a world where women's only role in life is to sit at home and look pretty, Lilly is determined to fight for her freedom. There's only one problem: a powerful man blocking her way.

"Ellis-" I squeak, heat radiating from my cheeks as he bends me over the back of his pristine couch. It's way too late at night, and I'm praying Beth doesn't wake up to find us here. Her best friend and her estranged father. "You wanna avoid me in my own house after weeks of begging to ride my cock and stay tied up in my bed? Fine." His lips fan slightly warm air across the back of my neck while his calloused hands firmly reclaim what I've been purposely withholding. My waist, my ass, pulling up my skirt. "Tell me how you'd like to be punished, Darling. Beg. If you're lucky, I won't ignore your request like you've ignored me." ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ Is your best friend asking you to move to Boston for the summer so she can reconnect with her estranged, ex-military sniper father? When you get there, is her father six-foot-five and deliciously aged? Is he all broad muscle and sweaty morning jogs? Does he make edits in the margins of your first draft manuscript... about BDSM? If you answered yes, you may be Darling Fields. ⊹⋆₊🎀₊⋆⊹ #1 in #lanadelrey 12/24/2025 #1 in #author 1/6/2025

Gabby's brain is like a human fish finder. It comes in handy when she wants to avoid people. Mostly men. They seem to like her a bit too much. It's lonely being different, but she's adapted to it. Really. She just wishes she knew why she is different, though. In her search for answers, she discovers a hidden community of werewolves. She immerses herself in their culture, learning about their world until she meets Clay. He's unkempt, prone to mood swings, intense without saying a word, and he thinks Gabby is his. It's going to take every trick she knows to convince Clay to go away, and every bit of willpower not to fall for him when she discovers the man beneath the rough exterior. Delve into a riveting world of werewolves and young women with unexplained abilities, in Hope(less). Judgement has begun...

With only three weeks left of summer, Nora and her friends decided to road trip to a secluded territory with a wondrous lake in Northwest Indiana. Unbeknownst to them, the territory has been claimed by one of the most powerful men in North America, and they were trespassing. A while later, Nora runs into this owner of the land, and despite his intimidating aura there's another foreign emotion settling deep in her chest whenever her brown eyes connect with his striking silver gaze. Unfamiliar to the feeling, Nora shrugs it off; completely oblivious to the fact that not only has she now captured the interest of the most powerful and dangerous man in North America, but has also set foot inside a whole different world known to only exist in mythical books. * Note: This is not your classical Werewolf story. * Top rankings: #1 in Romance - 3rd January, 2021 #1 in Myth - 6th January, 2021 #1 in Legend - 24th January, 2021 #1 in Fiction - 9th August, 2021 * Word count: 90,000 - 100,000

"You want me to be a genius or do you want me to fuck you?" • • • The Alexandrettia is the finest school in the state, known for producing the smartest, and most talented kids in America. 21 year old keen painter Mia Hanson managed to get a spot. She worked her whole life to get inside, to see the hallowed halls her biggest idols once walked through. But those very same halls gets vandalized one wild night, and the person responsible gets sentenced to do community service, working as a janitor to clean up his mess. With his brooding eyes, filthy mouth and body covered up in ink, Eli the type of guy you run away from; The type who only lives for the trouble; The type you just know packs a brain the size of a peanut. But when one of Fermat's biggest unsolved mathematical problems gets solved by an unknown source, rumors start as to who and where this genius might be... Well: Three guesses who?

"Don't touch me, darling. Not unless you suddenly want to find yourself with my cock in your mouth." • • • Sins come in all shapes and sizes, but she never expected it to come in the shape of him. He was what you called a Sinner; His touch made you sin in every biblical way possible. One touch was all it took; one catastrophic sin. Cara had always lived the virtuous life as a faithful Catholic. She never expected her life to be abruptly turned upside down when she yelled at a rude man with sinfully wandering hands. But when you've lived your whole life as a saint and start to mess with a Sinner, you're bound to do something bad; You are bound to (do) Sin.

Emma van der Bilt is clever, snarky, and spoiled rotten. William Knight is cocky, impatient, and slightly dimwitted. So how exactly did Will manage to kidnap Emma and her best friend twice and live to talk about it? *** "What the hell-" I screeched. "Good morning, sunshine." I looked up in alarm and saw the smirking face of my kidnapper. His face would have made me a lot angrier had it not been terribly swollen, thanks to yours truly. "I'd say good morning, but judging by the boner on your face, I'd say you weren't having such a good morning." His self-satisfied smirk fell almost instantly, and his partner-in-crime laughed out loud from the driver's seat. "Actually," he said, "I'm having a pretty good morning. My luck's about to change. You wanna know why?" I didn't answer. "I'll tell you why. I've successfully kidnapped the daughter of one of the richest men in the country." "Don't start counting your lucky stars just yet. This isn't over yet," I snapped. "Isn't it?" he asked, raising the eyebrow above his good eye. His other one remained in a permanent squint, and it made it kind of hard to take him seriously. "I'm not the one who's naked and tied up in a stranger's back seat." I glanced down at myself and noticed for the first time that I was in my bra and panties. Honestly, I was kind of relieved. When he'd said "naked," I'd assumed he meant birthday-suit naked, not half-naked. *** Warning: Rated PG-13 for sexual content and language. Mostly language. I have a colorful vocabulary.

*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.