They told the world I was gone. My husband buried me in silence. The city learned to stop whispering my name. Time did what it always does, it moved on. But I did not die. When I return home, I don't find the life I left. I find a marriage hardened by grief, a husband colder than I remember, and a world I was never meant to see. I'm not the same woman I was either. Two years in the dark will do that to a person. It teaches you what fear tastes like. It teaches you what survives. And sometimes it teaches you why some love stories rot beautifully. --Note-- check the content warnings as this story deals with heavy themes, does not shy away from darkness, and will get extremely filthy with spice. MMC is OTT protective, obsessed, and an unapologetic stalker when it comes to his wife.

**SAMPLE ONLY - READ ON KU, EBOOK, OR PAPERBACK** US: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0GV177BWC UK: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B0GV177BWC AU: https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B0GV177BWC CA: https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B0GV177BWC 𝐇𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫. 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭. Emerald Sawyer has always been my home. She saw something in me when everyone else saw a hockey goon who could barely read. When the world called me stupid, she called me capable. Her faith built me in ways my father's cruelty never could. Now I'm Hayden "Haymaker" Sawyer-the league's most feared enforcer. My violence goes viral. My fists pay the bills. Every hit, every fight, every autograph, every deal-I told myself I was doing it all for her. Somewhere along the way, I stopped seeing what it was costing our marriage. I let my agent handle the business so I could focus on the game. I ignored the threats and harassment. The fans who hated her simply for being mine. When Emerald tried to show me how cruel it had gotten, I told her it didn't matter. That I would always keep her safe. I was wrong. The losses piled up. The fans turned vicious. My temper snapped, and with one ugly moment, I pushed away the only person who has ever truly loved me. Then, while I was smiling for the cameras, my wife was brutally attacked by a fan wearing my jersey. Now I see everything too late. I want blood from every single person who touched her. And the deeper I dig, the clearer it becomes that none of this was random. My agent, Rick Fox, has been pulling the strings for far too long. I'll do whatever it takes to bring down the people who came for my wife, earn back the woman I love, and prove that this time, I won't fail her again. Because Emerald Sawyer is my home, my heart, my everything.

FULL BOOK AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KU!🔥 📖: Chasing Ruin by AJ Bishop Ruin never wanted to be the villain in any story. But for years, Charlotte-no, Charlie-was his nightmare in glitter and tank tops. The club Prez's brat sister. The chaos in the corner of every room. She torched his patience, tampered with his relationships, and pined for him like he was hers. She teetered on the edge of slut and princess like she didn't know the difference. But now, she's back after years of banishment. Not the wide-eyed girl who once purred his name in his bed, but the woman who was left to burn alone-by everyone, including him. And damn it... he can't stop watching her rise from the ashes. Charlotte used to be the club's living headache. All smoke, eyeliner, and dangerously misled loyalty. Glory's shadow. Wolf's sister. Ruin's nightmare. She wore dysfunction like a badge-until it got her humiliated and destroyed. Thrown out like trash by the only family she ever had. But peace was good. Peace worked. Until the same betrayal that wrecked her came hunting for her. And the only men who can protect her, are the ones who obliterated her. So she's back-with no one left to beg for love. Not her brother. Not her father. Not even Ruin. Especially not Ruin. And this time? She doesn't want to be saved. She wants vindication.

They call my husband the embodiment of cruelty. Demetri Ferraro was forged for control, vengeance, and bloodshed without conscience. Strangers murmur cautions about what he might do, forgetting I sleep inches from him nightly. If only they could witness what I have. There's a terrifying authenticity to our marriage. With me, he's attentive to the point of reverence. I wear his fingerprints like brands. His vigilance wraps around me, reflexive as breathing. I trusted him completely because betrayal seemed impossible. That was my undoing The merger of our families cost me things I didn't know I was losing. I salvaged only the skating rink-solitary hours on pristine ice before dawn or after midnight. The architecture of my future was more elaborate than I comprehended. The truth doesn't announce itself with confession. It arrives without remorse, manifesting as inevitability, as though questioning his constructed reality was never an option. I don't doubt that my husband loves me. For the true terror of Demetri Ferraro isn't found in shadows or violence. It's in how he determined I belonged to him, by systematically eliminating any alternative path.

Highest ranking: #23 in Werewolf "I LOVE IT." -@lottiee_x "This story is so unbelievably amazing!" -@NovemberRain16 "I have become obsessed with this story!" -@xxMailbu911xx "Ah man! I want moreeeeee I'm already in love with this book!" -@GossipGirlzsx ______________________________________ What if you grew up your whole life thinking you were human? What if you lived your entire life thinking you were just an insane child that no one wanted? One day, you were just dropped off at an orphanage with not a bit of information about you, but a code tattooed to your collarbone. What exactly does that make of you? Something a little crazy, that's for sure. Between the voices in her head and the constant murderous thoughts, it didn't surprise Arden that she was moved from an orphanage to a mental hospital at just thirteen. Four years of imprisonment with some of America's most insane, getting out was like a breath of fresh air. That is until she gets caught up with a pack of wolves who's main goal in life is to kill anyone around them. It just so happens that the only thing that keeps Arden from having an extremely short-lived freedom is the interest the alpha shows toward her seeing as they are destined for one another. Growing up for Kieran, the alpha, wasn't exactly a walk in the park either, though. Being taught all his life never to grow attached and tear apart anyone who tested him, isn't exactly helpful in the situation of having a mate. Poor Arden, having to learn to love someone more feral than the most savage of rogues and slightly more insane than herself. Not to mention, the never-ending battle between pack-wolves and shredders never quite giving any of them a break. sequel to: The Alpha Calls Me Kitten ≪ Do not have to read^^ in order to thoroughly understand content ≫ © All Rights Reserved 2015

I met my angel on the worst night of my life. It turned out to be the best. I was barefoot, soaked in blood, running from something that had already taken too much from me. He didn't ask where I came from. He didn't look at me like I was broken-or like I needed saving. He just took me along for the ride and changed the trajectory of my life, as if women like me climbed into his car every night. Bunny liked him instantly. Bunny likes very few people. Now I'm hidden. Alive. Obsessed. My angel doesn't smile much. He doesn't touch unless he has to. He treats me like something fragile and volatile all at once-like I might shatter or explode depending on the day. I fall for him anyway. Hard and fast. I don't believe in happy endings. But I believe in him. Even if he doesn't realize he's already mine. Includes: Extra sweet but feral FMC • Quiet, lethal MMC • Protector romance • Obsession at first sight • Imaginary friend • Moral grayness • Touch-averse hero • Her second-chance love, his only

Aurora Hale knows how to make anything bloom. Roses. Nightshade. Even love. In the sun-washed city of Elysian Coast, she runs Thorn & Bloom-a café-floral atelier that deals in beauty with a bite. Her husband, Jeremiah, is chasing the kind of perfection that photographs well: seaside dinners, charity galas, and promises whispered through polished smiles. But the petals have started to fall. What once felt like devotion now feels like decay, soft, slow, and deliberate. Thier relationship is withering under the weight of its own rot. And in Elysian Coast, everything that grows beautiful must feed on something dying.