The Queen's Scalpel Dr. Amara Queen has spent her entire life being underestimated. A child prodigy who graduated college at thirteen and became one of the youngest surgeons in history, Amara has dedicated her life to saving others. At twenty-five, she's opening her own state-of-the-art clinic, determined to build a medical empire on her own terms. To the public, she's brilliant. To her patients, she's compassionate. To the people she loves, she's fiercely loyal. To everyone else? She's cold, calculating, and impossible to read. When a wounded man is rushed into her clinic at two-thirty in the morning, Amara expects another emergency surgery. Instead, she comes face-to-face with Lorenzo Vitale. At twenty-eight, Lorenzo is the newly crowned head of the notorious Vitale crime family. Tall, tattooed, devastatingly handsome, and feared throughout the state, he's spent the last two years expanding his family's criminal empire after his father's untimely death. Most people fear Lorenzo. Lorenzo quickly learns he should fear Amara. What begins as a late-night surgery turns into an unexpected partnership when Lorenzo offers to secretly finance her growing clinic. Beneath the polished halls of Queen Medical Center, a hidden underground hospital is built-one designed for patients who can never appear on official records. As rival families close in, corrupt politicians pick sides, and law enforcement begins connecting dangerous dots, Amara finds herself pulled deeper into Lorenzo's world. And to everyone's surprise-including their own-they discover they're perfect for each other. She's the scalpel. He's the sword. Together, they're unstoppable. But power comes with a price, and as their empires grow, so do the enemies determined to tear them apart. Because when a queen falls in love with a king... The entire kingdom bleeds. A dark mafia romance 😈

After witnessing a violent death, Cassidy feels an inexplicable pull toward the masked killer. She should be terrified. Especially when he starts spying on her. But even more so, when he begins creeping into her bedroom each night... Highest #1 in ALL categories - Dark Romance, Obsession, Killer, Stalker, Twisted Romance, Secret Relationship, Innocence, Morally Grey, Mask, Thriller Romance, and Secret Killer.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 'You can't escape me that easily, my love. I will hunt you down and when I find you, I'm going to fill your body, soul and mind until you're drowning, until your only thoughts are of me. You're mine, love, and I'll never let you forget it.' ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Ruby Winter is one of the best criminal psychologists in her country, it's not unusual for her to be invited to other cities for work. After a mass murderer is finally caught in LA, she is requested to evaluate him and find out why he would partake in such horrors. Ethan Woods has been known as the Serpent in recent media for his use of snake venom to kill big corporation employees. However, after being captured by the police he meets Ruby and a twisted bond grows between the two as Ethan's story is slowly brought to light. ** In the process of editing and adding ** [WARNING: This content is designed for a mature audience. This story contains sexual themes and mature language. Also please note all characters and the storyline are fictional] [COPYRIGHT DISCLAIMER: All images in this story are the property of their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended. Cover art by 𝓜𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓪'𝓼 𝓡𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓒𝓸𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓻 found on Pinterest]

Eli Mercer knows the story of Adrian Cross and Lena Morales. Everyone does. The obsession. The stalking. The twisted love story people still talk about years later. Eli never understood how someone could fall for a person like that. Then the messages started. Anonymous texts. Expensive gifts left at his apartment. A stranger watching him like he already belonged to him. Damien Vale is dangerous, manipulative, and impossible to ignore. And the more Eli tries to escape him, the deeper he gets pulled into Damien's world. Because obsession isn't always terrifying. Sometimes it feels a lot like love.

Lena Morales starts receiving anonymous messages predicting events in her life before they happen. At first, the messages save her, then she realizes something horrifying: The only way someone could predict these events...is if they caused them. And he has one rule: She is his. She just doesn't know it yet.

He broke her door down in the dead of a Moscow winter. Five months ago, Vanity walked out of Alexei Petrovich's penthouse with their newborn son and didn't look back. She hasn't had to. Until tonight. He arrives furious, exhausted, and looking at their son like he's been starving for the sight of both of them. Vanity knows better than to trust him. She also knows better than to trust herself around him. Because Alexei was never just a man. He was a world - wealth, control, obsession, and the quiet violence behind the Petrovich name. His family is powerful, secretive, and operates by rules she was never supposed to read. Once she lets him back into her life, leaving again may cost more than heartbreak. A novel about love, possession, and the dangerous comfort of going back. Contains explicit sexual content, possessive dynamics, past infidelity, emotional control, and allusions to organised crime. For adult readers. I write women who survive the men they love. It's Always Cold in Moscow is a standalone adult romance drama in The Vanity Sedoc Books. -V #2 interracial romance #5 Steamy #4 Moscow #3 Motherhood

She was supposed to be terrified. Instead, she treated the kidnapping like a vacation. After years of hiding behind fake smiles, oversized sweaters, and exhausting normalcy, Naomi no longer remembers what it feels like to truly relax. Her quiet office job is draining, people are unbearable, and pretending to be ordinary every single day is slowly suffocating her. Then she gets abducted by a massive Russian assassin with blood on his hands and winter in his eyes. Oddly enough? It's the most peace she's felt in years. But Viktor isn't just a killer. He's a survivor of a classified government experiment created by the one man Naomi spent her childhood admiring: her father. Once celebrated as a genius scientist specializing in chemical weapons and psychological conditioning, Naomi's father vanished after a catastrophic incident years ago, leaving behind destroyed lives, buried secrets, and men turned into weapons. Men like Viktor. Now powerful organizations believe Naomi unknowingly carries the final key to her father's research hidden somewhere inside her memories. Viktor was ordered to kidnap her. Interrogate her. Break her if necessary. He fully intended to. Until the quiet black woman he expected to fear him looked around his isolated cabin and calmly asked if there was food. The longer Naomi stays in captivity, the more dangerous their connection becomes. Behind her soft voice and exhausted smiles hides a mind trained from childhood to wear masks, conceal intelligence, and survive at all costs. And Viktor is beginning to realize something horrifying: The scientist who created him may have created Naomi, too. Just in a different way. 🕯️

He watches. He waits. He chooses. Lorenzo De Rossi-Il Falco. A man who controls everything-his empire, his enemies... and the city that fears his name. Until her. Mia was never meant to be part of his world. Brilliant. Guarded. Far too observant for her own good-seeing the cracks in a man no one dares question. What begins as a moment... becomes something far more dangerous. An obsession. And in Lorenzo's world, obsession isn't a weakness. It's a liability. Pulled into a life built on power, loyalty, and blood, Mia is forced to navigate a man who doesn't ask-he decides. A man who watches her like claiming her is inevitable. But Mia isn't something to be owned. And Lorenzo isn't a man who lets go. When secrets unravel and war threatens everything he's built, one truth becomes clear: Loving her might cost him his empire. But losing her? Isn't an option.

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."

[COMPLETED] "You were mine the second you stepped foot in my club. He growled into my ear making my whole body burn with need. "Knees. Now." My knees threatened to bend and fall to the ground, but I have to stand my ground, I can't back out now. He promised punishment and I wanted to see just how much he was willing to let me take. "I don't belong to anyone but myself." I snapped back, surprised that it came out of my mouth. "You have one more chance. Knees." His eyes were no longer it's regular light color but now almost completely black and full of lust as I stood still, not moving an inch. "Wrong move baby," he chuckled, "if you want to act like a brat then you'll be treated like one too." He wraps a hand around my throat pulling me closer and whispers in my ear,- "I'm going to have your sweet voice begging and begging for me and when I finally let you have it, you'll have it over and over again to the point you'll be begging for me to stop." I gulped and then nodded, this was going to be a long night. "Words my love." He chuckled at the sight of me trembling with his hand around my throat, tightening it. "Y-yes sir." Was all I managed to splurr out. What was once a strong independent woman who stood her ground, was a girl who was wanting and begging to be punished. "I want you naked, kneeling and waiting for me in your bedroom, I have some work to take care of. I'll be there after." Then without another word, he walked away. ------