Brooks Devereaux knows exactly how people see her. Pretty. Connected. Untouchable. The girl photographed leaving parties in vintage couture. The almost model with the famous last name and the carefully curated life. In New York fashion circles, she is recognizable enough to be watched and overlooked at the same time. What she is not is taken seriously. So when her talent manager suggests a strategic relationship with New York Rangers star Callan Rhys, Brooks agrees before she can overthink it. A few public appearances. A few staged photographs. Nothing real. Callan has spent his entire life surviving scrutiny. The son of a former hockey legend, he grew up inside a house built on silence, pressure, and impossible expectations. Now one of the most feared players in the league, Callan has a reputation for violence on the ice and absolute control everywhere else. He does not trust easily, does not explain himself, and definitely does not blur professional lines for a woman he barely knows. At first, they are nothing more than an arrangement. She needs visibility. He needs the media distraction. Neither of them plans to care. But somewhere between late night flights, quiet moments after games, and the version of themselves they only seem capable of becoming around each other, the performance starts to crack. Because Brooks is beginning to realize Callan sees through every polished version of her. And Callan is discovering that Brooks might be the first person who has ever looked at him without wanting something in return.

#𝟏 in the 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐝 series When an independent girl moves to the big city, unknowing of whose city she's just stepped into. - Mafia romance - Employee and boss - Possessive

Early in life I was dealt a bad hand when my parents were murdered in our home. Things were only slightly easier when I landed a bartending job at a posh club in New York City right out of foster care, it wasn't a glamorous life but it allowed me to live comfortably. My world was turned on its head when I caught the eye of both a mafia boss and his half brothers. They gave me a type of security that I hadn't known in a very long time. NOTE FROM AUTHOR: Posting here to see how this does before I publish it through Amazon. ALl feedback welcome. Much love!

[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.

𝐂𝐄𝐂𝐘𝐋𝐈𝐀 I learned to survive before I ever learned to love. Men want me. Fear me. Worship me. I'm the woman they can't tame, the one who walks away first. But then there's 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐫 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧. A devil in a custom suit. My enemy. My obsession. My biggest mistake. He doesn't just touch-he claims. Doesn't just fuck-he ruins. And when I let him in? He tears through my walls like they were never there. I should run. I should destroy him before he destroys me. But the problem is-I don't think I want to be saved. 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐑 She's a walking sin wrapped in danger. A woman built for breaking hearts, for leaving men on their knees. But not me. Never me. Because Cecylia Kawinski isn't just a challenge. She's a fucking addiction. Soft lips. Sharp tongue. A body made for worship-and war. She fights me like she wants to win, but baby, I don't lose. Not in the boardroom. Not in the streets. And definitely not in my bed. She thinks she can play me. Thinks she can walk away untouched. But Cecylia? She was mine before she even knew it. _ 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣, 𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘰𝘴. 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯.

Disclaimer: Mature Audience Only This book is specifically designed to be viewed by adults and therefore may be unsuitable for children under 17. This book may contain one or more of the following: crude indecent language, explicit sexual activity, or graphic violence. Isaac and Jessica were head over heals in love with each other, to the point that they were planning their wedding, talking about starting a family, and moving in together. That all changed when Jessica met, Alexander, Isaac's father. Alexander captivated her body, mind, and soul. He demanded her attention, her love, her innocence until nothing else in this world mattered to her, but him. "Once upon a time I loved Isaac, once upon a time he was everything to me, but over a few short months he no longer meant anything at all. It wasn't intentional, to fall in love with my fiancee father, but I could never regret it. He mesmerized me to the point where I tossed my morals to the wind and prayed for guidance. I craved him, I ached for him, I needed all of him. Alexander was off limits, in more ways than one, but that wouldn't stop the fire that burned between us. Our souls demanded to be one, how could we fight against fate?" How far will they go to be in each other's arms? Read to see how this tragic love story unfolds. "Touch yourself for me," he breathed. With a shaky hand, I slowly moved my hand down in between my breast, venturing lower. My breathing hitched as he spread my legs wider. His smoldering eyes hypnotized by my traveling hand. A soft moan escaped my lips as a brushed over my soaked panties. "Take them off." He demanded. I didn't even give it a second thought before removing them. Handing them to him, he brought my panties to his nose and inhaled deeply. Hungrily he stared at me. Bare and open to his lustful eyes. "Please," he begged. UNDERGOING MAJOR EDITING/REVISION. -I do not own the rights to these images. © Copyright all rights reserved

He wasn't just my best friend. He was my architect. Ela Miller is "clumsy." She's the girl who loses her keys, fails her bio-labs, and relies on her genius best friend, Liam Vance, to keep her world upright. When their parents leave them alone for a month during a record-breaking storm, Liam offers to teach her the "lessons" she's missed out on-how to kiss, how to touch, how to know a man. But as the rain pours, the "puppy-eyed" boy-next-door starts to slip. Every touch is too practiced. Every "accidental" encounter feels like a trap. And the security cameras in the house? They aren't for her protection. They're for his viewing. Ela thinks she's the teacher. She has no idea she's the prey. By the time the sun comes out, Liam doesn't just want her heart. He wants her name, her future, and every breath she takes. He's been planning this for twenty-one years. And he's tired of playing nice. He didn't become obsessed because he didn't understand love-he became obsessed because he thought he understood it too well. Growing up, he saw a kind of love that felt safe, constant, and complete, and somewhere along the way, he started believing that this was the only way life could feel whole. So when he met her, he didn't just see a person-he saw the possibility of recreating that same world. And slowly, without even realizing it, his love turned into something heavier... something that needed to hold on too tightly, just to feel secure. She wasn't unaware-she was just never taught to trust herself. Growing up, every decision was made for her, every mistake corrected, every thought quietly replaced by someone else's "better" way. So when he stepped in to guide her, it didn't feel like control... it felt familiar. He didn't take her independence away-she had never really learned to hold onto it in the first place. And when care starts to look like control, it becomes almost impossible to tell the difference.

"Stop apologising." So I did. Then I apologised for stopping. I'm the girl who eats lunch alone and tells herself she chose it. A girl who's never been kissed, who hides behind books and oversized jumpers and a smile that says please don't look at me. Malakai Vashko looks at me anyway. Six foot seven, Russian, with knuckles that never heal and eyes the colour of something cold and far away. He fights men twice his size for money and walks out of rooms without explaining himself to anyone, and his enemies have learned not to come for him. They come for the people standing next to him instead. He told me he didn't need a friend, and to stop looking at him like he might be one. I should have listened. But I'd already caught him trying to buy flowers for someone who couldn't receive them anymore, and something in me understood him before my brain caught up. He hides with silence and fists. I hide with silence and books. I didn't fix him and he didn't save me, but the night I grabbed an underground boxer by the hoodie outside a corner shop and told him to stop, something started that neither of us knew how to end. "I don't do this," he told me. "I don't let people in." He still doesn't smile. But he stayed. ------------------ ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐳𝐚 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐥 is an innocent, kind, and unshakable girl that is...until 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝; the Star quarterback, he's untouchable, mysterious and the guy she's tutoring that decides he wants her. He watches, waits, and tests her boundaries. Desire turns dangerous, and obsession doesn't play fair between these two.

American journalist Brooke Fray is still rebuilding her confidence and her life, six months after a nasty break-up. Lately, Brooke has known nothing but apathy. But things change when she has a chance encounter with lead guitarist Julian Miles of popular rock band Ascend the Stars. Hearts flutter, sparks fly, and an intense relationship develops - one that they hope to make last a lifetime. But the couple is being brutally tested by the thousands of miles that separate them, their own deeply-rooted insecurities, a manipulative ex-partner, and a jealous bandmate who is secretly coordinating Julian's complete destruction. Word Count: 200,000+