I clamped my hand over my mouth, biting down on my palm to trap the moan clawing up my throat. "What's wrong?" Elias whispered again my ear, rolling his hips harder into mine. "Am I fucking you too good?" I shook my head frantically, pressing my fingers tighter over my lips as a whimper escaped. "Scared your fiancée will hear how well you take my cock?" He paused, delivering another deep thrust. "Or maybe you do. Maybe you want him to watch me fuck what's always been mine." I shouldn't be doing this. I knew that. Not with my fiancée ten feet down the hall asleep. <~~~~> At sixteen, Vesper Crane was supposed to die. Kidnapped, brutalized, and left for dead, the president's daughter survives only because the man sent to kill her showed her mercy. Four years later, her mercy still hasn't let her go. She knows he watches her from the shadows. Forced into a political marriage she never agreed to, she becomes the center of a dangerous power struggle. Now she stands between two men: the one who spared her life, her stalker. and the one she chose to marry, her fiancée. Mercy isn't a kindness. It's the most dangerous debt of all. (18+) Mercy is the darkest book I've written. It is an MFM why choose romance where the female main character will not have to choose between the two. This is not a gentle love story. Please read with care.

Perjury is available on Inkitt to read! I made the ultimate deal: one lie in exchange for a better life. Until I transfer to Crane University, where the son of the billionaire I sent to prison and his three best friends attend. They know I lied. They want revenge. And they force me into their luxurious loft. Every rule they set, every game they play, and every lingering touch pulls me deeper into their world. Hate has never felt so intoxicating. How thin is the line between love and hate? Read to find out. Perjury is a completed slow burn, enemies to lovers, why choose romance featuring one woman with five men. Happy reading!

(18+) CATALYST is a PERJURY prequel novella spanning across five years of Seraphina's life. When her mother marries a local drug dealer to escape their broken life, Seraphina trades one kind of hell for another. Trapped in a violent household, she watches her mother slowly destroy herself while she becomes the victim of a manipulative and abusive relationship. Seraphina slowly discovers how comforting the wrong hands can feel... and how much they can take from you.

𝗧𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 & 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 Revenge Countless souls have fallen prey to its grasp, their lives shattered as deeply as those they sought to harm, if not more so. For most, mere death isn't the end It's not enough to satiate their thirst They crave retribution, wish for something beyond the grave. They want misery upon those who've wronged them. Long for the torment of those who've wounded them But at the end of the day, it's merely a wish, A burning desire for- well, nothing realistic, really For they are weak. Powerless Some may even deem them useless But then, there exist the select few- those who refuse to settle for anything less than the worst, denying death's grasp to unleash a living hell upon their enemies, Those who take matters into their own hands, seizing control & becoming the architects of their own vengeance, Now those, those are dangerous. For in their eyes, the concept of contentment is a foreign notion, replaced by a searing ache for more- More agony, despair. More misery, more wails. More destruction, chaos. People like him, they feed off of fear, thrive in causing pain. They're cunning, calculating, heartless But frankly, even the most twisted of them seem like harmless amateurs in comparison to him. He reeks of death Exudes darkness, sorrow Death is all that shadows his steps, making his existence a reminder of the inevitable fate that awaits his victims. And whispers in the Russian underworld speak of him as Mors- The god of death So, what happens when a girl, who abandoned her family, her life & the very empire bestowed upon her- just to escape the sight of death, catches the eyes of the reaper? What happens when he pulls her into the abyss of his world, intent on destroying all she has fought to be in pursuit of vengeance? And what happens when, as the day wanes, the embodiment of her deepest fear captures her eyes as well?

"You can't take all of us, sweetheart." Valen's voice is smooth, teasing, but the way his fingers brush against my hip isn't playful. It's testing. Behind me, Fennec chuckles, his breath warm as he leans in, his lips barely ghosting the shell of my ear. "She could try." His voice dips lower, dragging heat down my spine. "I'd love to watch her try." ------------------------------- Soraya Cordova was never meant to survive. Stolen as a child and discarded as a mistake, she was given a second chance when the Cordovas adopted her into a life of wealth, secrets, and silent wars. But when her parents are declared dead and the world turns against her found family, she realizes survival is no longer enough, she needs to fight. Raised as assassins, her adoptive brothers have spent years keeping her in the dark, but now? Now, she's in the center of the storm. Wanted by the government. Hunted by the man who created her. And trapped in a dangerous game of love, loyalty, and lies with the only people who have ever mattered. Because in their world, trust is a weapon. Not all love stories are gentle. Some are jagged at the edges, built on shadows and sins, tangled in pasts too dark to escape. White Lies is one of those stories. It's about the things we do to survive, the lies we tell to protect, and the love that thrives even in the darkest corners. Read at your own risk.