She is fire. I am gasoline. She refuses to yield. I don't surrender. Once I claim something, It's mine. Some bonds are forged in love. Ours was bound in blood. ────────────────── S Y N O P S I S Mateo Costello rules with fear. A rising mob boss with blood on his hands and enemies at his feet, he's built his empire on brutality, loyalty, and the unspoken promise that betrayal ends in death because that is all he's ever known. Nobody crosses him twice. Nobody survives long enough to try. Then he meets Malia Sofia. Defiant, elusive, and impossible to control, Malia burns through every wall Mateo has spent years building around himself. She's all sharp edges and wildfire fury, the kind of woman who would rather start a war than bow her head. And for the first time in his life, Mateo finds himself undone by someone he can't intimidate, buy, or break. After all, betrayal cuts deep when it's personal. Drawn together by violence, secrets, and a hunger neither of them can resist, Mateo and Malia are forced into a world where love is lethal and loyalty comes at a price. Because in the mafia, blood binds deeper than promises... and sometimes, love begins with fatal alliances.

When Evelyn and her long-term enemy, star hockey captain Atlas, are forced to work together on a university media project, sparks fly as resisting their attraction becomes a far bigger challenge than their opposing opinions. Standalone in the Wellsfield University Series ***** Evelyn Hayes has hated Atlas Griffin, the golden boy of their university hockey team, since their very first conversation three years ago. To Evelyn, he's the womanizing, arrogant epitome of rich privilege and everything she despises. So when a university-funded media project for the hockey team throws her into Atlas' orbit, she fully expects them to be at each other's throats. What she doesn't expect is for the snarky comments and daring glares to turn into sparks of undeniable attraction. With Atlas' sights set on the NHL and Evelyn desperate to keep the media lead position she's worked so hard for, neither is interested in anything complicated. Soon, a heated one-night stand leads to an enemies-with-benefits hookup pact. But is either ready to face the consequences when the lines blur and strings start to get attached?

*Rule #1 Don't stare. It's rude and suspicious. *Rule #2 Don't look them in the eyes. It can sometimes be seen as a challenge. *Rule #3 Always remember that they're practically animals. *Rule #4 (By far the most important rule) Never ever forget your wrap at home. Four simple rules. That's all I have to follow. With those four rules I'm seen as just "one of the guys". Which is fine by me. After all, playing Division 1 Mens Hockey at the college level is hard enough, but being a girl on that level? It's unheard of. So if wearing baggy clothing and befriending the medical staff keeps me known as a "guy" then so be it. Eventually though its not enough. Boys are practically hounds, they can smell girls. And all it takes is one slip up and the whole team will know I'm a girl. But maybe everyone knowing won't be such a bad thing. After all, hockey boys are pretty hot. Well some of them. It doesn't help that my body seems determined to end my hockey career too. Everything used to be so quiet and simple, but lately everything is so complicated. Oh boy. I just want to play hockey. ~~~~~~ Warning: This book contains lots of swearing. Some of the content may also be triggering. This book contains themes of Abuse, Trauma, Sexual Assault, and Depression. Read with Caution. There may also be a few steamy scenes. This is a Reverse Harem Romance

Dahlia Wellburg hates her misery as much as she loves it. She sees herself as a stone: ordinary and unwanted. Yet, they know her to be a rose: soft, but with thorns. . . . Mature Content. Check the tags.

Hyunjin is known for being the good-looking popular kid at his college. No matter how many girls have confessed their love for him, he's never really liked anyone. But one boy really caught his eye, the boy was quiet, he always dressed in white, and it made him look like an angel. But... he's blind.

Short Dark Gay Romance ✔️ | Age gap | 18++ I was his obsession. And he was my darkest desire. ────── ✦ ─────── In the grim shadows of modern Russia, 25-year-old Maxim has known only hardship and isolation until a fateful job offers him a dangerous new world. Then there's Yakow. He is 35, huge, tattooed and impossible to ignore. He watches too closely, stands too near, and makes Maxim's pulse race in ways that feel wrong and addictive all at once. Every look turns heavy. Every touch lingers too long. What starts as tension turns into something darker. Possessive. Wrong in all the ways Maxim can't stop craving. Surrounded by secrets and control, Maxim knows wanting Yakow could ruin him. But Yakow doesn't let go and Maxim doesn't want him to. In a world ruled by fear, their desire might be the most dangerous thing they give in to. ✦ rules ✦ desire ✦ control ✦ This story is not gentle. It bleeds with obsession, darkness, and desire. Read With Care.

"I really am sorry." "I know. Now lift your skirt for me," he demands, standing behind my sprawled out figure on his desk, rolling up the sleeves of his button up. I feel my face flush, and I lift my cheek from its position on the solid wood desk to where I knew they were standing, waiting. I lock my wide eyes with pale green ones, knowing Sebastian's my best chance at avoiding punishment. All I receive in return is a slow, smug grin, and then a shrug, telling me I'm all out of luck. I watch as he gets comfortable, leaning against the dark wood walls and sliding his hands in his now slightly creased pant pockets. My eyes flicker over to Nik and Oliver, who moved to take up the leather armchairs at each corner of the desk, each with wicked gleams in their eyes, feasting on my vulnerable position. I shiver as I feel Elijah's cold hand run up the back of my thigh softly, only to pinch the goosebump-covered skin just under the curve of my ass, jolting me into awareness. "You know I don't like waiting, pretty girl," he chides, leaning into me so I can faintly feel his even breaths whisper along my neck. I lift my hands and reach behind me to pull up my fitted skirt so that my panty-clad bottom is hit with the effects of the slightly too-high air conditioning. I shiver in anticipation of Elijah's hard hand, knowing that despite my fear, I'm also more excited than I've ever been. His hand suddenly reaches into the side of my underwear from behind and he slides his fingers through my soaking folds, leisurely stroking my clit. I inhale a sharp gasp of air, electricity flowing through my pussy at his mere touch. "You're such a good cunt for us, aren't you, sweetheart? Are you going to take your punishment like a good girl now?"