Catching the eye of a Mafia Prince. Choosing to believe that he is the one. Giving him your heart because you see a forever with him, you see a happy ending... That is every woman's dream. She thought that he was the Prince charming that would give her a happy ending, he even made her feel that way but that was far from the truth. Not even he could keep his promise. Being framed for a murder she did not commit or know anything about. She is put in an unknown cell, tortured to the point of begging for death. Iris gets a wake-up call, not every Mafia Prince will choose love over family, fortune, power and the icing on the cake... "prison". Will she survive it or get a constant reminder of what betrayal feels like... #1 IN plussize 09/11/2022 #3 IN BWWM 09/11/2022 #1 IN trial 22/11/2022 #3 IN maturescenes 09/06/2023 #4 IN TRIAL 07/09/2023 #1 IN MATURESCENES 11/11/2023 #4 IN family 23/11/2023 #1 in trial 03/09/2025

[ONGOING] DEREK I loved my wife. I still do. But love didn't stop me from choosing desire over loyalty-or convincing myself I'd fix the damage before she noticed. I thought regret would be enough. It wasn't. MALORY When I discovered my husband's affair, I stayed for our daughter. She was only eleven months old, and I refused to give her the childhood I survived. But three years of empty rooms, broken promises, and watching him choose another woman carved something hollow inside me-until someone else filled it. I finally realised, my daughter deserves more than an absent father. And I deserve better than a cheating husband. Cancelled Mistakes is a dark, emotionally raw story of betrayal, forbidden love, and the brutal truth that some choices destroy everything-and asking forgiveness doesn't mean you deserve it. This book is strictly for mature audience🔞 Trigger warnings: This book contains on-page cheating.

A Sneakers, Cocktails, and Friends Spin-Off Drew doesn't do complicated. He flies, he leaves, he doesn't look back. Then he meets Mateo-once in an airport, then again, and again-and nothing about it feels the way it's supposed to. It's not fast. It's not easy. And for the first time, Drew doesn't want it to be. Because somewhere between departures and delayed flights, he realizes-he doesn't want to keep visiting. He wants to come home.

This story contains major spoilers for Sneakers, Cocktails, and Friends - read that first. (It also likely won't make sense if you don't. Edward Colin Keane came back to North Ridge to build a life that asked nothing from him. Work. Routine. Distance. Always distance. It was enough. Until a storm, a stubborn friend, and a community that refuses to stay on the sidelines force him to confront something he's spent years avoiding: You can't rebuild everything around you without eventually facing what's broken inside. This one is quieter. Heavier. But will complete Eddie (Colin)'s journey.

Róisín grew up on lies, making her believe she was something she wasn't. When the truth finally comes out, it destroys everything she thought she knew about her family. She leaves Ireland behind, carrying betrayal like a wound that will never heal. In Spain, she hardens when faced with another knock back. Trust feels impossible, her worth depleted and becoming someone cruel and shallow feels easier than being broken again. Carlos makes her believe in herself again. He sees through the act and against all the odds they fall in love. The trouble is - he's keeping secrets of his own. When history repeats itself, Róisín makes a reckless mistake, one that doesn't just affect her and Carlos, it has a domino effect, people get hurt, they die, lives change forever. Carlos's punishment lasts nearly a decade. But what happens when she breaks? When a web of deceit reveals itself once again? Now Carlos must find himself, fight for his family, but it may already be too late for forgiveness?

Clara My heart has belonged to Spencer Fisher since that day in high school, when he winked at me during Mrs. Doyle's chemistry class. For twelve years we've been together through the good, the bad, and everything in between. For twelve years I've stood by him and supported him and watched him as he realized every single one of his dreams. But when Spencer's father is diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and he starts pulling away right when I need him most, we might have finally found the one thing that will tear us apart. Spencer I thought I had it made. But now I'm feeling it all slip away as the pressures of work and bills and hard decisions mount. And above all else, I have to watch my old man slowly wither away. I'm not used to feeling helpless, and now all I can do is watch the man who has always been larger than life to me die. I know Clara's doing her best to support me, but lately it feels like all I do is let her down. When my colleague introduces me to his sister Laney, it feels harmless at first. Laney listens without making demands. She's sympathetic. She reminds me to take care of myself. If she flirts occasionally and I find myself enjoying it? Well, that's probably harmless too. It's not like I'd ever act on anything. I'd never betray Clara. But the road to hell is paved with bad decisions, and by the time I realize what a fool I'm being, I might be too late to stop myself from losing the woman I love.

Ten years ago, Rosalie walked away from the man she loved after he betrayed her and married her stepsister. Since then, she has built a powerful career from the ashes of what they once were, convincing herself she had long moved on. But when she comes face-to-face with Elliot again-now a powerful and secretive CEO-old wounds begin to open, and the heart she thought had healed starts to bleed all over again. Some ruins never truly stay buried.

(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

Eve: I walked in on a scene no woman (no one?) should ever have to walk in on after being away from my happy home at a work conference. My husband just blew our entire marriage out the window. Where do I go from here? Adam: My neighbor called me drunk while I was away for work, and confessed to witnessing the most shocking scene in her home. Now I have a divorce to execute and no other plans in mind. But what about that neighbor?

He promised me forever. He swore I was the only woman in his world. For two years, I believed every word. I believed the late night whispers. The soft kisses. The vows he practiced before the mirror when he thought I wasn't watching. On our wedding day, dressed in white and walking toward the man I thought I knew, I discovered the truth. The woman he called his stepmother was his secret lover. The little boy he introduced as his stepbrother was his son. And the fairy tale I thought I was living was nothing but a carefully crafted lie. So instead of saying "I do," I exposed him. In front of everyone. The guests. The cameras. The world. But humiliating him at the altar was only the beginning. Because a broken heart can cry. Or it can plan.