Grovel Guys Book #3 What could be the worse way to fuck up your marriage? Keeping the divorce papers hidden and ready, just in case things didn't work out. And what could be worse than that? Your wife finds out, signs it and disappears just because of your one crack in commitment.

Iris Mercer was never meant to be loved. Not in that marriage. Not by a man like Elliot Graves. It was supposed to be an arrangement. It became a year of shared silence that was never empty, of touches that were careful not to want too much, and a love that grew anyway, stubborn and deep. Then Elliot forgot her. The accident took the year that belonged to her. It left Elliot with memories of another woman, a different love, a life before Iris. He remembers nothing of the marriage that changed him. Iris remembers it all. She watches her husband move through their home in a body that knows her but a mind that does not. She hears Elliot's voice form another man's words. She grieves for a love that existed only in a single, stolen year, because some kinds of love are not repeated. They are built once, and lost forever. This story contains dark themes, emotional trauma, and explicit intimacy. Intended for mature readers.

Once, we were the closest thing to love I'd ever known. Then two pretty little vipers slithered into our circle, and they turned on me too. I left with no plans on ever looking back. Thing's didn't really work out the way I wanted them to. Now I'm stuck in the city that raised me on secrets and hardened me with lies, and the boys I once trusted aren't boys anymore. Zayd Ahmad is a strategist with a diamond-cut mind and a habit of speaking in threats disguised as warnings. Beau Kovach-the golden boy turned executioner-goes by The Butcher now, and the nickname isn't metaphor. Ronan Crosse is feral loyalty wrapped in ink and bone, the kind of man who follows you like a prayer or a curse. And Domenic Kovach, the final heir to a criminal dynasty, looks at me like I'm the throne he was promised and the war he intends to start. They want answers. They want forgiveness. They want the ledger too, the one people keep dying for and assuming I have. But mostly, they want me. Unfortunately, I didn't come home to be theirs again. Not even if the ledger ties our fates together. Or if their obsession looks a lot like devotion. Not even if the Carnage Society wants me crowned. They may want their queen back. Too bad I came to burn the kingdom. ************************************************************** This is a reverse harem dark romance following a sharp-tongued, vulgar-mouthed crime princess and the four men who would do anything to keep (or destroy) her. Read at your own risk. These men don't share well, except when it comes to her.

A forbidden, intoxicating romance between a stripper and a surgeon. ⸻ By day, Sloane Asher is a law student barely holding her world together-classes, bills, and a sick younger sister who depends on her for everything. By night, she becomes Hera, the alluring performer at Nocturne, an exclusive Hollywood club where anonymity is a luxury and desire is currency. She's built her life on control. Until Dr. Nathan Brooks-one of LA's most sought-after trauma surgeons, the son of a powerful U.S. senator and her best friend's older brother-walks in. He's brilliant, disciplined, and dangerously off-limits. One look at her, and everything he believes in starts to burn. What begins as temptation spirals into obsession. Secrets unravel. Boundaries shatter. And in a city built on illusions, their forbidden connection could ruin them both. ⸻ 🔥 Dark. Addictive. Sinful. Worship Me is a forbidden age-gap romance about control, surrender, and the line between love and destruction.

Kylie left me days after I slid the ring onto her finger. A year later, her sister Mylie called and placed a baby named Addie in my arms. And just like that, I became a dad. My fiancée? Gone. No explanation. No goodbye. Just... gone. So I raised Addie with Mylie's help-learning parenthood in fragments of sleep and quiet panic-while I poured everything I had into my bar. It became my sanctuary. My second family. The only thing I could still control. Somewhere along the way, something between Mylie and me shifted. Not loudly. Not dramatically. Just quietly. Like a door you forgot existed finally clicking open. It wasn't love at first sight. It was something more dangerous than that. It was comfort. It was safety. It was the kind of connection that made me want to keep showing up even when I didn't think I deserved it. And then Ayana walked into our life-like she'd been waiting in the wings all along. She wasn't part of my world. She wasn't tied to my past. She wasn't complicated. She didn't carry landmines. She was just... good. Calm. Steady. The kind of woman who made a room feel less heavy. And for the first time in a long time, I felt something that wasn't pain. Something I wasn't sure I deserved. Hope.

Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

MONTANA He was the love of my life-until he left me standing in the wreckage of our marriage. Five years later, Jared Manelis is a world champion boxer, and the father of my daughters. The man he is today is galaxies away from the boy with blood on his knuckles who once promised me forever. Now a stranger, with the world at his fingertips and a talent for irritating me to no end. But when he's left fighting for his life after a championship match, everything changes. Suddenly, the man who broke me is back inside the walls I built to keep him out. Now he's asking questions we've both avoided for years; while our present battles to keep us apart, our past fights to be brought to the light and bind us together again. JARED Five years ago, fame, pride, and one stupid choice cost me my marriage-and the family I'd always dreamed of. Now I'm with a woman I don't love, have an ex who smiles at everyone but me, and a daughter too nervous to meet my eyes. Then I'm shot after the biggest night of my career-and all I can see is her. When death caresses your cheek, you know it's time to fight for what you want. So I force my way back into her world, where she can't ignore me anymore, and begin my fight for the truth, a chance to be us again. I'll remind her why she chose me all those years ago and show her why I'm worth choosing again.

"So you didn't give me one. Don't you want to befriend me?" Oliver teased, with absolutely no expression on his face. If it weren't for his tone, I never would have guessed. "But you're my husband... my fake husband." My face scrunches in confusion, and he very slowly takes a step closer to me, and I immediately take one back I'm backed up and pinned between the wall and his very huge body. His left hand lands right above me on the wall, and his right one slowly snakes around my waist, and I shiver as a result. My eyes flutter closed, my breathing thickens as he bends until he's right in front of me. My heartbeat is going a thousand miles an hour as I feel his lips brush against my right earlobe. "Listen, and listen carefully, sweetheart," he whispers, his deep voice seeping trouble, and that nickname-I swear to God. "I am your fake nothing," he says, stressing the 'nothing,' his hot air fanning my neck. "Our marriage might've been a contract, but under no circumstances is what we have fake. You are my wife and will be until you have my fucking signature on the divorce papers. Got it?" With a shaky breath, I look up at him as I feel him pull his face away. __________ She was raised to follow the rules. He was born to break them. Sienna Martinez is the golden girl. Soft-spoken, smart, and graceful. She runs her family's business, keeps her reputation spotless, and avoids trouble until trouble walks in wearing a tailored suit and a devil's smirk. Oliver Salvatore is royalty, the next CEO of The Salvatore Group. Ruthless when needed, dangerously charming when he wants. Marriage was never in his plans until his brother and her sister ran away. But one year, one marriage, and one rule-don't fall in love-prove easier said than done. Especially when the girl he's been searching for fourteen years is the one standing right in front of him, and somewhere between the lies and the longing, they've already crossed the line.

Things have changed. A marriage that was believed to be built on a solid foundation is put to the rest when storms roll in. Communication stops, needs are neglected and doors are opened for outside influence. Is it worth saving? Are years of love and unity worth saving? When the storm passes who will they be? Will the home they've built fall or be reinforced.

Just one night, just one time. ELENA I always believed Adrian was the one for me. Even when life kept us busy, we were happy. He showed his love in his own quiet ways, and I trusted that. I believed in us. Or maybe... I believed in the version of us I had built in my head. Until one night, a folder filled with secret messages shattered everything I once trusted. ADRIAN I thought I had everything. A woman I loved. A thriving career. A child we were about to welcome into the world. But one temptation from my past nearly destroyed everything I had built. Two years later, our marriage still stands. But forgiveness doesn't erase betrayal. And time doesn't always heal. Yet... could we ever truly come back?