cover by @JaelynnMoore 𝐆𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐥 It's so much easier to spread lies about people than it is to spread the truth. That's what Gabriel knows to be true, at least. According to everyone in his town, he's a monster. He doesn't deserve to be walking among the rest of them. That's far from the truth, though. He was never good at being alone, but it became something he was used to. After everything he'd gone through, he craved solitude. Until she showed up. She wiggled her way right into his heart and now all he craved was her. 𝐀𝐥𝐲𝐧𝐚 Moving to a small lakeside town in Washington was not where Alyna saw her life taking her. She also didn't expect that she'd fall so hard for the brooding mechanic who lived there. Everyone tells her that she should stay away from him. All of the rumors say that he's dangerous, but all she ever feels with him is safe. With obstacles at every turn, will their love be enough to endure even the worst challenge they'll face? Or will they fall apart under the weight? started: 12/15/2023 published: 05/18/2024 completed: highest rankings: #21 bwwm #66 ongoing

By day, she's focused, flawless, and untouchable. But by night? She's tangled in silk sheets, moaning a man's name she should never be saying. He's everything she shouldn't want older, dangerous, dominant. A smooth-talking savage who knows exactly how to touch her, ruin her, and make her beg for more. Their connection is toxic. Their chemistry? Explosive. And every time she swears it's the last night... she ends up right back between the sheets.

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

I hear Timothy huff. "Come back to the house voluntarily and I'll go easy on you for your punishment." He sounds bored. I guess he's not enjoying running after me anymore. Still I ignore him and continue to walk forward. My walk is more like a drunken wobble now. Everything hurts. I get a few feet further before he pulls me back by my hair. "Stop being stubborn." It feels like he's trying to pull my hair from my scalp. I scream and scratch at his hands. "Let me go!" "You like it when I chase after you. Huh, Rose." He's breathing hard. Oh my god. This is really how I'm going to die. He pushes me onto the ground then grabs my leg. I grab and claw at the ground as he starts to drag me back towards the house. Stones, roots and dirt rub against my body scratching me. I can't continue to be dragged like this. We are at least three miles away from his house. "Let me up, I can walk!" I can barely recognize my own voice. It's so raw. He continues to drag me for a little while longer before picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. My body hangs from his limp. When we arrive at the house he takes me straight to his bedroom. He tosses me on the bed like I'm a pillow making my head bang against the headboard. I grab my head and cover my face. "Strip." He breaks the silence. This is darker than Mia.

Blade's Fall is the story of Ameri, a 23-year-old college student overwhelmed by the pressures of school, family, and friendships. Struggling to find her passion, she feels lost-until she meets Blade, the cold, domineering, and violent president of Slaughter MC. Blade has never settled with one woman because none could handle all of his dark needs. But when he crosses paths with Ameri, their worlds collide in a way neither expected. The instant connection between them unleashes Blade's obsessive disorder, pulling them both into a whirlwind of adventure, danger, and passion. As they navigate this explosive relationship, Ameri must decide if she can handle the intensity of a man like Blade, and whether she'll be the one to finally bring him to his knees.

"I'm going to give you to the count of 5 love, you can either shut your mouth and go to back to fucking bed or you say one more word and I drag you to bed myself." He growls lowly in my ear, his tone letting me know he's serious. "Hmm? You're awfully quiet Nova, are you sure you don't want to test it out? Maybe, I should tie you down and teach you a little lesson on respect while I'm in there. Maybe you'd like that." "Speak. Come on, I dare you." Come on, I dare you. His word's echo in my head and I open my mouth. "Fuc-" **Contains graphic depictions of violence, sexuality, strong language, alcohol, drugs and/or other mature themes that may be offensive or triggering.

Lily Vega yearned to break free from the gilded cage of expectations and obligations that had long trapped her. Her journey of liberation and sexual awakening leads her to the arms of a masked stranger. Their encounters ignited a fire within her, propelling her to unimaginable heights of pleasure, far removed from the innocence that had defined her. Mason Pavel had been obsessed with Lily for years. Though tempted, he buried his illicit desires out of respect for his friend and to protect Lily's reputation. Seeking distraction, he found himself entangled with a mysterious vixen at a club, leading to unforeseen consequences. But fate, with its twisted sense of irony, revealed the Mason's mysterious vixen of the night was none other than his best friend's sister. Caught in a whirlwind of desire and forbidden attraction, Mason and Lily found themselves entangled in a web of secrets, challenging their loyalties, and forcing them to confront the undeniable truth that what they share goes beyond lust. Find out in the next addictive installment of "The Crestmont Players" - a story simmering with scandalous secrets and sizzling romance. TRIGGER WARNING: This is a dark romance

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."