"You still like it slow?" I murmur, brushing my lips along her jaw, her ear, the fluttering pulse at her throat. "Or do you want me to fuck you like all my nights in Athens and Marseille have had me forget how to be gentle?" ────🌠──── 𝐒𝐢𝐱 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲'𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙚𝙧 𝙊'𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙡𝙡 was sixteen, the DA's perfect daughter with a taste for dangerous boys. 𝙊𝙧𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙈𝙮𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙨 was nineteen, heir to a crime family and already soaked in blood. But she made him soft, and he made her reckless - until one violent night shattered everything. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐮𝐩. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞 - 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 - 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦. Now, six years later, Summer's father is running for Congress, and his campaign is unearthing ghosts best left buried. And Summer and Orion are forced back into each other's lives. 𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 - 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

When Cleo's perfect life implodes after a sudden breakup, she hatches a plan to win back her ex by fake-dating the notorious heartthrob in her new apartment building - except the scheme gets complicated when real feelings and mysterious warnings threaten to derail everything. *** Cleo Cassidy's world shatters when her childhood sweetheart unexpectedly breaks up with her, leaving her to rebuild her life from scratch. She's on the hunt for a new apartment, actual friends, and - most importantly - a way to win back her ex. Enter the hot stranger she keeps bumping into in her new apartment building. The plan? Simple: fake-date the infamous ladies' man to make her ex jealous. How hard could it be? Step One: Find a cheap new apartment. Luckily, the one Cleo finds comes with new friends built into the deal, and...some other mysteries. Like, who the hell is the woman that keeps vandalising the bathroom, warning women everywhere to steer clear of the so-called Penthouse Prick? Step Two: Make ex-boyfriend jealous using fake boyfriend. Step Three (VERY important): Don't fall for the fake boyfriend. But as Cleo continues to learn to live without her ex, she realizes that the line between lying and loving is blurrier than she ever realized.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look

Naomi has spent years being very specific about why she hates Kai Mercer. He's been in her life since she was old enough to remember, her brother's best friend, the one who always knew exactly where to push, who looked at her like she was something he'd already figured out. When she was sixteen, he made sure she knew it. She never forgot. Now she's broke, unemployed, and out of options, which means she's living in his apartment. Kai is her brother's captain, his best friend, the person Easton trusts above everyone. He's kept his distance for ten years for reasons Naomi doesn't know and he's never planned to tell her. Forced into the same space, the same mornings, the same late nights, the hate starts to feel like something else. Not softer...just different. The kind of different that's harder to ignore than anger ever was. She still hasn't forgiven him for what he did. He's never stopped carrying why he did it. Some things were always going to end up here. Warning: May contain profanity and sexual content.