She ran away from home with nothing but a broken heart and a car that barely made it. One fight, one night, one decision...and everything changed. Desperate for somewhere to stay, Avery answered an ad for a room and ended up moving in with Rhett...a tattooed, cold, pro hockey captain who thrives on control, discipline, and dominance both on and off the ice. Commitment isn't in his vocabulary. Neither are second chances. He's chaos in skates and trouble in leather jackets, sharp edges wrapped in muscle and attitude, and he makes it painfully clear that he doesn't want her in his space, in his routine, in his carefully controlled world. They clash from the start. Power against defiance. Fire against gasoline. Too similar. Too stubborn. Too damaged in different ways. She's soft, but not weak. A good girl who knows how to party, dance, and forget the world when the music gets loud enough. He's adrenaline and aggression, fueled by late-night games, bruised knuckles, and a hunger for control that doesn't turn off when the crowd goes home. Closed off. Possessive. Allergic to feelings. Living together becomes a dangerous game of boundaries, tension, and lingering looks that last a second too long. Every shared space feels like a challenge. Every accidental touch feels like a dare. Neither of them are willing to admit that the pull between them burns hotter than any fight on the ice...or that surrendering might be the one thing Rhett fears more than losing. But the past doesn't stay buried forever. Her mother returns to haunt her, reopening old wounds. And just when Avery starts to feel safe...just when it starts to feel real...Rhett does what he does best. He runs. Because falling is easy...but staying is the dangerous part. Warning: May contain profanity and sexual content.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

First book 🏒. Starting college was supposed to be Violet Vale's escape plan. New country. New city. New campus. And then there's Ethan Maddox-tattoos inked like warnings, that infuriating smirk, and a six-foot-five presence that fills every room like he owns it. Her brother's best friend. Her worst enemy. And now? Her accidental shadow at Northbridge University. Violet's spent years trading insults and eye-rolls with Ethan, ever since he became an honorary part of her family. But there's nothing brotherly about the way he looks at her now-or the way her pulse reacts when he calls her Vi like it's some kind of challenge. He's cocky. Infuriating. One year older. And the only person on campus who makes her feel anything at all. They're not friends. Definitely not something more. But the line between hate and something far messier is starting to blur. And when hearts get tangled... Someone's going to fall. Warning: May contain profanity and sexual content.

He said the kiss meant nothing. Four years later, she learned he was just trying not to fall. When Alana met Jace, neither of them expected connection to come crashing through coffee and quiet sarcasm. But their moment was brief-buried under fear, family secrets, and a goodbye that tasted like denial. Now she's back. Just for Zara's wedding. Not for him. But fate has other plans. A silent reunion, a few words whispered like apologies, and maybe... one last shot at something unfinished.