⸻ She was born a weapon. Alina Reyes is a mafia princess raised in blood and silence-beautiful, volatile, and deadly when crossed. After witnessing her mother's murder at eight years old, she learned one rule early: never let anyone mistake your softness for weakness. When a forced marriage binds her to Ronan Kavanagh, one of the most feared mafia Dons in Europe, Alina expects a cage. She gets a battlefield. Ronan is cold, ruthless, and untouchable-a man who rules through fear and never explains himself. Their marriage is meant to be an alliance, nothing more. No trust. No affection. No illusions. But Alina is not the kind of woman who survives quietly. As enemies circle and old ghosts rise from the ashes of betrayal, Alina refuses to stay protected, hidden, or obedient. She doesn't want Ronan's permission-she wants her place beside him. And as secrets unravel and the past claws its way back into the present, their union becomes something far more dangerous than either anticipated. Because together, they don't just rule. They destabilize. ⸻

Echo wasn't like her sisters. She knew that when people talked about the famous and fabulous Reid sisters, they weren't referring to her. Quiet, homely, plain and riddled with social anxiety that made it hard for her to leave the house, she could never have known what was about to happen, she never dreamed she'd live such an adventure. Luke Farina was the most dangerous man around- spoiled, selfish, extremely conceited- he didn't take no for an answer and always got what he wanted. He just never expected that the strange and ridiculous little Echo would be the one to say no and somehow become the one he had to have most. -- NOTE: Hi everyone! I really hope you take the time to read this story. It's already complete for the most part, in just taking it slow in publishing it. It's my first story and I'd love to hear your comments and feedback. I hope you decide to give it a chance! This is also part one of a series and I'm already midway through the next book which can't be released unless this one gets some positive feedback. Thank you and enjoy!

Age gap step-uncle romance. When twenty-four year Emma reluctantly takes on the role of maid of honor for her mother's wedding, she's anything but thrilled. To escape the stress, she finds herself at a bar the night before the rehearsal, where a chance encounter with a charming older man leads to a night of unforgettable passion in his hotel room. But Emma's world is turned upside down the next morning when she discovers the mysterious man is actually her mother's fiancé's brother, her soon-to-be step-uncle. Caught in a whirlwind of emotions and a scandalous attraction, Emma must navigate through the chaos of wedding preparations while wrestling with her feelings for a man who is about to become family. As the wedding day approaches, Emma finds herself at a crossroads: follow her heart and risk it all, or protect her family's happiness at the cost of her own? ✨Ambys 2024 Top Pick✨

He calls her "little rabbit." She should have run. Instead, she left the door unlocked. Harlow's always been the quiet girl. Dark minded, invisible, a little too obsessed with slasher films. So when the calls start, she thinks it's a prank. But the voice on the line knows everything. What she's wearing. What she dreams about. What she wants. He doesn't just watch. He hunts. And now that she's been seen, there's no going back. Blood on her lips. Bruises on her thighs. Harlow was never meant to be the final girl... She was made to be his. _______________ A dark, obsessive, and twisted slasher novella about a girl who stops fearing the monster... and starts becoming one. Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤

❝Book 2 in the 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 series "You're so wet," he groans, grinding his hips up in tight circles that hit something devastating inside me. "Dripping all over me, baby. 𝘊𝘢𝘻𝘻𝘰─you're making a mess." His pace quickens, and I match it instinctively, hips rolling, back arching. Each thrust punches a breath from my lungs. "Luciano," I whisper, rocking frenetically my hips to meet his rhythm. "We need to be quick. They're gonna come out─any second─" His dark eyes flash up at me, pupils blown wide with lust and his grip tightens under my ass, lifting me slightly so he can thrust deeper, faster. "Then be quiet. Or don't. Let them hear how their good little Paris lets me fuck her like a whore during a family gathering."❞ *** After three years apart, 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐬 is finally returning to the life and love she left behind. College in New York was challenging, especially with the strain of a long-distance relationship and her father's disapproval of her love for 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐨 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨, his best friend. But now, she's back, and her relationship with Luciano is stronger than ever. Their love? Unstoppable. Their passion? Absolutely scorching. Sex? Downright sinful and addictive. BDSM has become their playground, a love language Paris is quickly learning to speak fluently. But just when she thinks nothing can tear them apart, the past comes knocking. A ghost resurfaces, threatening to destroy everything they've built. As old wounds are reopened and tensions rise, their relationship is put to the ultimate test. Faced with unexpected challenges, Paris begins to question everything and wonder if their love can withstand the storm. 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓: December 16-24 𝐄𝐍𝐃: July 12-25 ©𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒𝐄𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬

[MATURE CONTENT] Everyone tends to outgrow their childhood memories as they become adults but not Trinity. The Ivanov sons are the living memory who breathes and walks to her terror and against her utmost desires she desperately needs but denies herself; she thinks she can escape them but no. They have claimed her, desired her, obsessed over her even before she knew it and they will have her because she is THEIRS. And the sad truth she knows, they are hers for the claim. © "Show me your panties." Vadim has never been one to ask question. I want to refuse but the look on his face makes my body say fuck it. Blushing, fingers goes to the slit of my dress to give him what he want but Andrei halts me almost immediately. "Slowly." Andrei says. Snapping my gaze to his mischievous smirk. Stretching my leg farther out that has the slit on; boldly, my eyes trained on their heated gaze as I slowly hook my thumbs to my panties tugging it down.... slowly. How they want it. "Ass up, face down." Shakily, I complied climbing the bed falling in position shooting my ass high in the air getting wetter by the second hearing footsteps draw closer licking my lips. Vadim breathes on my neck hearing Andrei's dark chuckles. "When we are done with you, you will wish you didn't beg to be fucked." Oh God! ***Mature content ***Violence ***Mature romance ***18+ IF YOU ARE NOT A FAN OF CONTROLLING MEN AND A SEMI-SUBMISSIVE FEMALE LEAD, PLEASE DO NOT READ. I REPEAT, DO NOT READ WITH INTENTIONS TO BRING HATEFUL COMMENTS BECAUSE YOU DO NOT LIKE IT. THANKS.

He is not saying what I think he is? "Cobi, did you get me pregnant on purpose?" He has the nerve to look contrite for a moment before it goes away, and he nods his head. "Damn right." I look at him, shocked and speechless. He says nothing. He simply leans over and kisses me slightly before pulling back and looking at me. "I had to make sure I could keep you, angel." I blink a few times trying to figure out what the hell he is talking about. "Keep me?" I whisper still not sure what he is telling me. "Yes. Forever, baby. You have consumed me from the moment I saw you again. You ran from me, put up roadblocks and ignored me and all it did was make me want you more. When I think of my future angel, all I see for sure is you, me and a family. Everything else is a maybe, but us, is certain." SHORT STORY..LONG CHAPTERS AHEAD..!

Stating that Elizabeth Paige had a huge crush on "The Nathaniel Lachlan" since high school would be an understatement but she was a shy girl and never handled it well. Nathaniel Lachlan was a lethal man. Nobody ever messed around with him. He needed an assistant who would only be professional with him and not develop feelings for him. ---------------------------------------------------- But yesterday, everything changed. As soon as she said my name I knew I had to have her, beneath me, moaning and begging. I wanted to bury myself inside her. I noticed whenever I was close, her breathing would alter and she will be at a loss of words. I didn't know I lusted after her so much. I never craved for women as much as I crave this one. I also knew that I can't satisfy myself only by having her for a night. - Nathaniel Lachlan

"Sometimes we just had to lick the attitude out of her" ~♧~ I was only supposed to dance for them, not submit my entire existence to them. But they wanted me. They had me. I was theirs..... theirs to break, to care for, to love and theirs to fuck for as long as they willed it. As much as I didn't want succumb to the feeling, the feeling of being loved, I knew I wanted them as much as they wanted me. So I let them have me. And they used me like the fucktoy I was for them. Because I was theirs. ....... How can a mere dancer put the ruthless Kings on a leash. ~♡~

PAIN AND PLEASURE: The BDSM SERIES Book 1 Will No one knows that the professor who commands the entire class is the same woman I control completely. The same classroom where she teaches, becomes the place where I punish her after everyone's gone. Iva I've always known about my dark desires, to be controlled, to be punished, but I never imagined one of my own students would be the one to fulfill them. As he tests my limits and takes control, we both find ourselves falling deeper... every single day. *** "Professor, you know I don't repeat myself. Open your legs now, or I'll put you over my lap and spank you. Is that what you want, your students discovering that their strict professor is a submissive?" Fuck! Why do his warnings always turn me on instead of pissing me off? This time, I splay my legs, trying not to provoke him further. I quickly glance around. Thankfully, everyone is too busy working on their test to notice anything. My breath catches as his hand slips between my thighs, under the desk.