Mateo Costello, rising Mob boss, always gets his way. Nobody dares to mess with him unless they want a bullet through their head. He almost never lets his guard down. But when his world collides with daring and exquisite, Malia Sofia, he suddenly finds himself at a loss for words. She's fierce, full of angst and more hot-headed than a tiger. He can't fathom just how tenacious she is and craves her, even though they're nothing alike. All he knows is that he wants to make her his, regardless of the repercussions. Fatal alliances brings you a steamy and passionate, action-romance novel. A story written about the lives of two individuals who at first glance have nothing in common, but in fact go hand in hand, like gin and tonic. But where there's love, there's bound to be chaos and tragedy. Not everything is fair in love and war after all.

She takes the job because it pays too well to ask questions. He's an underground boxer with a private gym, a dangerous last name, and a reputation nobody explains out loud. Focused. Disciplined. Off-limits in every way that matters. She's there to keep fighters healthy, nothing more. No distractions. No lines crossed. But tension doesn't care about rules. Between late nights at the gym, lingering looks, and a pull neither of them names, lines blur fast. And when family business starts bleeding into the ring, she realizes this job comes with more than bruises. Some things happen in the spotlight. Everything else happens between rounds.

"Having sex won't make me less mad at you," I reprimanded, knowing it didn't matter what I said because I wanted nothing more than for him to make love to me. I wanted to feel his hands in my hair, against my arms and legs, down my hips, the inside of my thighs, gently around my throat, toying with my lips. I needed him to understand and see every inch of my body and then to still crave it. I needed this to go right for once, just to prove to myself the first time wasn't how it's always going to be. "True," He murmured against my ear, sucking a tender spot on my neck, lapping at it as my arms circled his head, pulling at the brunette strands of hair. "But it'll make you appreciate me more." __________________________________ 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧 was raised from the ground up knowing nothing but comparison and perfection. She compared herself to her successful parents, supermodel sister, and glamorous friends. Instead of love, she harbored a raging jealousy for nearly everyone in her life. It was a blinding emotion she learned to cope with by controlling whatever else she could, whether it was how much she spent in a day or how much she ate. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐞 wouldn't know jealously if it ran him over with a semi-truck. What was there for him to be jealous of anyway? If he didn't have something, he could get it. If he didn't like something, it could be changed. How could he be jealous when he was the blueprint of what a man should be? In the eyes of the public, at least. Both with egos and problems towering upwards to the Heavens, Simone and Nicolas cross paths in the worst way possible for egomaniacs. An auction. {MAJOR TW !!! WARNING⚠️ contains eating disorders} - This story is a recovery with romance, not a romance with recovery. I'll be focusing MAJORLY on Simone's character development and healing. #1 in thatgirl (period) • 01/7/24 ©kujiis 2023 All rights reserv

"You don't get to choose freedom after I've chosen you." Love was never part of the plan. Neither was consent. For Mikolaj Kuznetsov, control is currency. Power is inherited, enforced, and protected at all costs. What he takes, he keeps. What belongs to him does not leave. Malayia was never meant to be seen only contained. Taken from her life and locked inside an estate built on silence and money, she becomes a possession disguised as a privilege. Dressed, fed, watched. Paraded through luxury that feels more like a cage than comfort. Everyone assumes she'll break quietly. They're wrong. Malayia doesn't submit easily. She doesn't soften on command. Every smile is forced. Every moment of calm is borrowed. And the more Mikolaj tries to mold her into something obedient, the more she reminds him that obedience was never promised. What begins as control curdles into fixation. What should have stayed transactional becomes personal. Because Malayia is not fragile. She is not grateful. And she is not blind to the blood on his hands. In a world ruled by men who mistake ownership for devotion, the line between protection and possession blurs beyond recognition. And when power, violence, and desire collide, survival isn't about escape anymore. It's about who bends first. And who burns everything down trying not to. WARNING: This story contains dark themes, obsession, sexual tension, and explicit scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

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: #2 bwwm #4 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?