𝗦𝗜𝗖𝗞 𝗘𝗗𝗚𝗘 ❆ "Move, Carlisle." I kept my chin lifted, refusing to look away from the center of the ice. He didn't budge. Instead, a massive, bruised hand slammed flat against the cold glass beside my head, caging me in. The freezing air of the empty 2:00 AM arena suddenly felt suffocating. "You smile at everyone else like they hung the moon, Nadia," he murmured, his voice a low, vicious scrape. "But you look at me like I'm dirt." He leaned in, his chest brushing mine, his mouth stopping a breath away from my jaw. He left a smear of blood from his split lip on my pristine collar. "Keep looking at me like that," he whispered. "See what it makes me do." ⛸️ 𝑵𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 has one rule: absolute perfection. If she loses her figure skating scholarship, she loses everything. She doesn't have time for distractions, and she certainly doesn't have time for the suspended, feral enforcer of the university's hockey team who steals her late-night ice time. 𝑽𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒏 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒆 is the university's star but brutal hockey player. Comes from old-money roots, built for violence, and entirely unhinged. He's used to people either bowing to his wealth or cowering from his temper. But Nadia? She just rolls her eyes and tells him to get out of her way. That was her first mistake. Now, Vaughn isn't just taking up her rink. He's watching her. Stalking her. Discovering the secret, raw passions she hides from the world. And he's decided that her flawless, untouchable world is exactly what he wants to shatter, and he won't stop until every broken piece belongs to him.

This isn't love. It's fixation. And it feels too good to let go. He doesn't follow rules. He rewrites them in blood. Ara Delane has her life in check - her salon is thriving, her past is sealed, and love isn't on the menu. Then she meets him; a quiet mechanic with hands like sin, eyes like confession, and a voice she feels in her spine. Angel doesn't just flirt. He studies. Watches. Waits. Because Angel isn't like other men. He's already been inside her world. Inside her life. Inside her phone. What sparks between them is immediate. Fast, hungry, addictive. But Angel's obsession runs deeper than attraction. He's not just drawn to Ara. He's fixated. And the people who've hurt her? They start disappearing. What begins as a connection she can't resist turns into a threat she can't escape. Angel is always there, somehow always watching, always one step ahead. And no matter how wrong it feels... She doesn't want him to stop. •••••••••••• Sensation is a dark romance with psychological thriller undertones-where obsession takes the place of courtship, and love walks hand-in-hand with control. It explores themes of dangerous intimacy, stalker-in-plain-sight tension, and morally gray devotion that blurs the line between protector and predator. Perfect for readers who crave romance with teeth, secrets with stakes, and men who don't just fall in love. They invade it.

BWWM | Mature themes | Mafia | Slow-burn tension | obsession, two enemies, and a woman trying not to fall in love with either. Zara Cole is a therapist based in London. She's always been the one people turn to, calm, composed, and able to read people like pages in a book. But when her career lands her in the orbit of a man like Adriano De Luca, her world begins to blur in ways she never saw coming. Adriano is the head of the Italian mafia, feared by many but known by few. The moment he lays eyes on Zara, something shifts. She's everything he can't control, and that only makes him want her more. What begins as a single session spirals into something far more dangerous, as his obsession with her grows into something darker than desire. Atlas Delgado Herrera, former heir to the Spanish mafia, who turned his back on that life after a past soaked in trauma and blood. Now, he's on a mission to bring the empire down from the inside. When he finds out about Adriano's interest in Zara, he makes her a proposition: help him dismantle the mafia world before it pulls her in too deep. But somewhere between protecting her and using her, his motives begin to shift.

BOOK FIVE His spit mixed with my wetness, dripping down my thighs. "Dario-fuck-slow down," I whined, but he didn't. He shoved his tongue inside me, deep, then pulled back just to suck on my clit again. Over and over. Sloppy as hell.

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 swallowed hard. "Justin, leave." "Shut the fuck up," he whispered, his lips grazing dangerously close to mine. "You say that like you actually want me to leave." My body stiffened. I kept my eyes anywhere but his. He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You used to write about me. Think about me. Six years, Autumn, and I promise you-you still do. You still feel it." He lingered a kiss on my neck as he held my waist. Something inside me snapped. I shoved him with all my strength. He stumbled back, landing on the edge of my bed. "You're insane!" I yelled. "You broke up with me. After everything you said-how could you even think I'd want anything to do with you?" "Because..." He trailed off deliberately, rising to his knees on the mattress, his eyes dark and certain. "...when I do this-" He leaned forward, brushing his lips softly against my exposed thigh where my robe had shifted. A shiver raced up my spine before I could stop it. "-you can't even push me away." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Love was never the problem. It was how deeply it cut. Years after walking away from a relationship that left scars she still carries, Autumn finds herself face-to-face with Justin again-the same man who once loved her fiercely and destroyed her just as deeply. As old feelings resurface and lines blur, Autumn must decide whether some people can truly change... or if loving them will always come at a cost.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

"Will it kill you to back the fuck up?" I snapped. "Yes, princess," he whispered sweetly against my ear, voice full of that sick affection. "It would. I would drop dead right here if I couldn't be next to you." "My lucky day," I muttered sarcastically.