𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕...𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑳𝑰𝑭𝑬. Willow Creak looks like a dream, smiling faces, and secrets tucked behind every charming door. A town where nothing ever seems wrong. Seraphine comes searching for quiet. A break. A place to find inspiration for her story. What she finds instead is a town that watches her too closely... and a man who's interest she has piqued. Dominic Hale is irresistible in the most dangerous way, protective, and hiding something vicious beneath his calm exterior. His gaze lingers too long. His touch burns. And every warning Seraphine ignores pulls her deeper into his world. As nights grow darker and truths begin to bleed through the town's perfect smile the mysteries she uncovers are soaked in blood, devotion, desire and Dominic stands at the center of it all. In Willow Creak, love is obsession, secrets are lethal, and once the darkness chooses you, it never lets go.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." I was born untouchable. The spoiled, sharp-mouthed daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. The girl draped in designer clothes, guarded by killers, with a last name that makes people flinch. And one day? This entire empire will be mine. But until then, I'm content breaking rules, causing chaos, and driving the men my father hires to protect me absolutely insane. And none of them hate me more than Elias Cross. My personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four of brooding, dangerous sin in a suit. Paid to protect me. Forbidden to touch me. I can see it in the way his jaw clenches when I tease him. In the way his cold stare darkens when I push too far. It was forbidden for him to touch me & for me to seduce him. It started as a game. A wicked little power play between a spoiled mafia brat and the man sworn to keep her in line. Now, it's spiraling into obsession. Stolen touches. Dark threats. And possessive promises whispered in the dark. Some men protect you from monsters. Some are the monsters. And Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.

Asher Clemont is a billionaire sadist. Cold, ruthless, untouchable- and no woman has ever dared to flip his game. Until me. One reckless night, I kissed him. Pressed my body against his, snapped a photo, and sent it straight to the ex who broke me. It was supposed to be revenge. But it woke something darker. Now Asher's attention is locked on me. The man who lives to dominate, punish, and mark is suddenly caught off guard by the woman who dared to make the first move. And if I thought I could walk away, I was wrong. Because once a sadist like Asher Clemont sets his eyes on you... he'll make sure you burn for him. Again. And again. And again. What happens when a Sadist Billionaire sets his eyes on you?👀

"𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌." Kate Pierce craves dark romance books masked, possessive men, deadly obsession, and twisted love. But when a masked stranger starts sending her polaroids, calling her kitten, and promising to play... her fantasy turns real and fatal. He knows her secret. He knows what she did. And now, he wants her. A killer with obsession in his eyes, blood on his hands, and her name on his tongue. Kate thought it was just a game. Until he told her what he was. Some obsessions aren't fictional. Some mistakes don't stay buried. And some men will kill to keep you. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒑𝒂𝒚.

He's my stepdad. My obsession. And I'm his favorite sin. Noxton Gray isn't just a man. He's a storm-dangerous, addictive, and impossible to escape. The world knows him as the fallen model making his comeback. I know him as the man who watches me too closely, touches me too long, and whispers that I was his the second we met. He married my mother for convenience... but he looks at me like I'm the only thing worth ruining everything for. I should fear him. I should hate him. But instead, I ache to be claimed, to be ruined, to be his. Because when Noxton Gray wants something... he doesn't stop until it's his obsession. And his obsession... is me.

"𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒉𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆. 𝑼𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒊 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕- 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝑪𝑳𝑰𝑬𝑵𝑻." Carter Calloway is a cocky, hotshot 28 year old lawyer with a reputation for winning cases and breaking hearts. After closing a big deal, he buys himself a new luxury penthouse and calls in a favor from an old friend, Wisteria, to get the place designed. Vanessa Jennings, a 21 year old struggling interior designer drowning in student loans. When Wisteria puts her up for the job, Vanessa jumps at the chance thinking she would make a lot of money out of this ,until she walks in and realizes Carter is the same sinfully smug, sharp-tongued man she accidentally hooked up with at a club, mistaking him for a call boy. Neither of them breathe a word to Wisteria. Now forced to work together, tension crackles in every argument, every accidental touch, and every lingering look. Their chemistry is undeniable, their banter addictive, and the memory of that one reckless night lingers in the air like an unspoken dare. Will they keep their distance, or let the sparks burn them both? Enemies. Lovers. A mistake they can't forget. And a dangerously thin line between hate and want.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒚. 𝑵𝒐𝒘 𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆." I never thought I'd sell myself to a stranger. But when desperation claws at your throat, you'll do anything to survive. To save my mother from the man who's been destroying her for years, I stepped into the shadows of an exclusive, forbidden auction. My body for a week. Enough money to finally buy our way out. I thought I could handle it. Then Ambrose Blackwell stepped into the room. Cold. Untouchable. Sinfully dangerous. He didn't just bid. He claimed. And when his dark eyes met mine, I knew - I hadn't sold my body. I'd sold my soul. Now, I wear his collar. I kneel when he commands. And every breath I take belongs to him. He's not interested in letting me go. And I'm beginning to realize...I don't want him to.

𝑰 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆, & 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆.. Neelanjana Arora didn't belong in the world of Clemont, bare shoulders in a sleeveless kurti, silver jhumkas swaying, clutching a steel lunch box like she had no idea how out of place she looked. But to Daniel Matthew Clemont, she was the most intoxicating thing he'd seen in years. One glance in the elevator, and his mind stopped. One look at her neck, her eyes, her softness He didn't want to dress her. He wanted to unwrap her. She wasn't a model. She wasn't polished. But since that moment, she became his new obsession. His next collection. His secret muse. His personal undoing. And Daniel Clemont doesn't let go of inspiration. Not until it's stripped, shaped, and completely his.