She died betrayed. Killed by the people she trusted most-her husband Ryan, the son of a feared mafia family, and her own sister, who stole her life without remorse. But death wasn't the end. Kayla is reborn at twenty-four with one goal burning inside her: revenge. This time, she's not soft. She's not naive. She's cold, calculated, and ruthless enough to tear down anyone who stands in her way. Her sister will pay. Her husband will regret ever touching her life. And the empire that once swallowed her whole will learn her name in fear. But revenge has consequences. When Kayla crosses paths with Matteo Moretti-the powerful, dangerous, and devastatingly attractive mafia don who even his enemies don't speak of lightly-her carefully built plan begins to unravel. Matteo is not like the men she knew before. He doesn't follow rules. He is the rule. Cold, possessive, and terrifyingly protective, he sees Kayla as something he refuses to let the world take from him. What starts as protection turns into obsession. What starts as revenge turns into war. And what starts between Kayla and Matteo becomes something neither of them can control. Because in a world built on blood and power... love is the most dangerous weapon of all.

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She was the light he never wanted... and the only one who made him see again. Rowan Cassius Argyros once had everything-success, charm, and a future as bright as the sun. But when an illness stole his eyesight, it didn't just take away his vision. It shattered his trust, hardened his heart, and left him convinced that love had no place in his world. Enter Harmony Noëlle Sinclair-a nursing student with a heart too soft for her own good, whose laughter feels like light itself. She's determined to see the good in everyone, even the brooding man who hides behind cold words and dark glasses. What begins as routine check-ups slowly turns into late-night walks, café encounters, and an undeniable pull neither of them can resist. For the first time in years, Rowan feels something stirring-hope. Desire. Maybe even love. But opening his heart again means risking the pain he swore he'd never endure. And Harmony? She'll have to decide if she's strong enough to break through the walls he's built, even when he pushes her away. A story of healing, second chances, and the unexpected ways love can teach us to see again.

Part one Twelve years ago, Sonya met Eric Reyes in a bar in Paris and fell recklessly in love. Almost eight months later, they were married. Nine months after that, the marriage collapsed under Eric's constant disappearances and Sonya's heartbreak. She left believing he simply didn't want her. She didn't know he was a mafia boss. Now, years later, Sonya is kidnapped by a rival crew and used as bait. When Eric walks into the warehouse to retrieve her-cold, controlled, acting as if her near-death was an inconvenience-her world shatters all over again. He takes her back to his estate for "protection," refusing to let her out of his sight. With danger closing in, they're forced back into each other's lives, trapped together with a past neither of them escaped. Old wounds. Unfinished desire. A love that never fully died. Will being stuck together finally pull Sonya and Eric back to each other... or ruin them for good?

Solange Vale dances for a living-stripping at night to pay suffocating student loans and her father's medical bills. It's not glamorous, but it's hers. Then one night, a stranger shows up in the club-a cold, unreadable, and surprisingly intrigued one. She never expects to see him again. Until he shows up outside her college classroom-no longer a stranger, but her equal. What begins as tension ultimately comes apart and turns out to be something significant, forcing Solange to confront all that she had thought about love, survival, and herself. 🥇 in #dark 🥇 in Book #7 in BWAM #6 in Curvy

Lyric Brown is a Bronx-born hurricane-part bartender, part artist, all heart. In LA, she craves more than survival; she wants to feel alive. Vanilla, acrylic paint, and stubborn hope cling to her skin like second nature. She doesn't follow rules, and she definitely doesn't follow men. But Diego Romierz isn't just any man. Diego lives in shadows-quiet power wrapped in Cuban silk and cold smoke. He built his empire on secrets and fists, never letting anyone close enough to see the scars underneath. Lyric was supposed to be a distraction. A risk he could control. One night, one broken rule, and a missed period later, they're both pulled into something neither of them knows how to hold. Love. Trust. A heartbeat on a screen. And for two people who've only ever known how to fight, family might be the hardest battle yet.

In the glittering cage of Buckingham Palace, Prince William reigns supreme-charismatic, untouchable, and utterly ruthless. The heir who was never meant to be king wears his crown like a weapon, and his fiancée, Lady Beatrice, is nothing more than a perfectly polished accessory: safe, suitable, invisible. Until he sees Ayana. A maid with ebony skin that gleams like forbidden silk and curves that mock the starched severity of her uniform. One stolen glance across marble halls, and the prince's world narrows to obsession. The crack of glass in his hand. Blood on his palm. A hunger that tastes like ruin. He is power incarnate. She is the help-untouchable involved every way that matters. But William doesn't ask. He takes. As the engagement ball looms and the palace whispers of duty and decorum, the prince begins rewriting the rules. Beatrice's smile will shatter. The crown will tremble. And Ayana-sweet, unaware, breathtaking-will either become his salvation... or the spark that burns the monarchy to ash. A dark royal romance of possession, forbidden desire, and a man who would destroy empires for the one woman he can never have.

Jackson has lived his entire life in the cold, a hollow shell of a boy carved out by years of cruelty. He was a ghost until Mira looked at him. She was the first person to offer a hand instead of a fist, and in that moment, she didn't just save him-she claimed him. He doesn't just love her; he worships the ground she walks on and hates the air she breathes that isn't his. She thinks it was a chance encounter. He knows it was the beginning of the end

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....