Eli has spent fifteen years being fine. No father, no history, no last name that means anything-just a foster placement in Kansas, a job he wasn't supposed to have, and a very specific list of foods he can eat without his body staging a protest. Fine. Manageable. His. But somehow, hitting a wine bottle at a customer leads him to a family and a home he doesn't recognize. Aleksandr Volkov has spent twelve years looking for his youngest son. He was not prepared for what fifteen years of fine looks like up close. ➜ cover by @sugararmy07

Eighteen years ago, a woman vanished with her newborn son. She left behind a powerful husband, three sons, and a criminal empire known only as The Shadows. Everyone believed she had abandoned her family. The truth was far more dangerous. Determined to save her youngest child from the life that consumed the rest of her family, she erased his identity and disappeared. For eighteen years, Noah lived an ordinary life. Then his mother died. Now strangers know his name. Powerful men are watching him. And a family he never knew existed has finally found him. Three brothers claim he belongs with them. The Shadows claim him as blood. And someone within the organization wants him dead before long-buried secrets come to light. As Noah is pulled into a world of loyalty, betrayal, and violence, he must uncover why his mother fled-and what she was trying so desperately to protect him from. But the deeper he digs, the more one question haunts him: Was his mother hiding him from The Shadows... Or hiding The Shadows from him? In a world built on secrets, trust is a luxury. And love may be the most dangerous secret of all.

Seven older brothers. One crowded house. They gave him a place to live- but forgot to give him a home. Growing up, his life was perfectly organized on paper, but entirely empty in reality. To his seven older brothers, he was a responsibility to manage rather than a sibling to love. In the chaotic rush of looking after him, they completely missed him, leaving him to grow up isolated and invisible in the middle of a loud family. But you can't ignore a brother forever. When the emotional distance between them finally shatters, seven older brothers are forced to face the truth: they kept him safe, but they completely forgot to raise him. Now, they have to figure out how to stop being just guardians, and finally learn how to be big brothers.

This is a long-lost-brother story.

Graham Coleman has never been invisible. Everyone knows his name at school, on the field, in every room he walks into. They just never really see him. Raised in a house where attention only comes when something goes wrong, Graham learned early that it's easier to act like he doesn't care than admit no one ever cared first. Neglected, controlled, and always on the outside looking in, he's spent his whole life surviving alone. Everything changes when his father is arrested for fraud, leaving Graham with nowhere to go. With no one else willing to take him in, the call goes to the only family he has left, the older half-brother he's never met. Rhys Coleman wants nothing to do with his father's new family, or the spoiled kid he assumes Graham must be. But with emancipation only three months away, he agrees to let Graham stay... temporarily. Rhys doesn't want him. Graham doesn't know how to be wanted. What starts as an obligation turns into something neither of them expected, as two brothers with completely different lives realize they never knew the truth about each other. But some damage runs deep, and some people learn to be alone so well they don't know how to stop. A story about being seen but never known, about family that comes too late, and about whether love can fix what was broken long before anyone noticed.

Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...

Nox is dying. Marked by a curse no one understands, his once-vibrant birthmark fades with each passing day; an unspoken sentence counting down to his end. Alone on a desolate hillside, exhausted and broken, he clings to the last pieces of his fading life: a letter to his family, a worn sword, and a heart heavy with regret. Then, without warning, a stranger appears. Tall, dark, and silent, the man's arrival is both a mystery and a lifeline. There is something in his sharp, guarded gaze; a flicker of something deeper beneath the surface of his hardened exterior. In the face of death, what begins as wary dependence slowly shifts into something more powerful, an unspoken bond that neither of them expected but both desperately need. In the shadow of a fading curse and the weight of a broken past, Nox and the stranger find themselves drawn together by something neither dared to name. As life grows fleeting, their connection becomes a chance at salvation, not just of the body, but of the heart. Sometimes, love arrives when all seems lost.