Grand Finale of the Valentine series. *************** "Though what you say may be true... Though you may have read through me and tainted my hands, It's still quite important that you know one more thing..." I begin, shifting slightly in my chair to release some of the tension in my shoulders. "That if ever given the choice..." I continue, slowly. His brow piques up in curiosity as he listens. "I would still find much greater pleasure in killing you, than fucking you" I breathe finally looking up from my plate and fastening my glare to his fiery gaze. My grip around the silver table knife tightens to reinforce my statement. "Is that right?" breathes Hades in response... *************** Trigger warnings. Mature content. Read with extreme caution.

If someone offers to pay off your student loans in exchange for signing a non-disclosure agreement and moving into the middle of nowhere, you should probably ask more questions. I didn't. I was a broke grad student desperate for a lifeline, and the contract offered by the elusive billionaire was too good to pass up. My job was simple: live in a sprawling, heavily fortified glass mansion in the mountains, teach his eight-year-old daughter French and mathematics, and never, ever go into the West Wing of the house. I thought my new boss was just an eccentric, reclusive tech genius. He is devastatingly handsome, entirely silent, and moves through the mansion like a predatory ghost. He watches me with cold, pale eyes that make my pulse race for all the wrong reasons, but he is a devoted father, and the paychecks clear every week. I thought I was safe in his snowbound sanctuary. Until the night I accidentally wake up, walk into the wrong room, and see my quiet, eccentric boss standing over a man bleeding out on a plastic tarp, holding a suppressed pistol with the casual grace of a reaper. He isn't a tech genius. He is the head of the most ruthless Russo-American syndicate on the continent, and I have just seen exactly what he does in the dark. I know too much. I am a liability. I should be dead. But as the Don of the syndicate wipes the blood from his hands and locks the heavy steel doors of the mansion, trapping me inside with him, I realize that dying might have been the easier option. Because he doesn't want to silence me. He wants to keep me.

I don't do one night stands. I don't wake up in strangers' beds. I don't creep out of mansions at nine in the morning with my heels in my hand. And I definitely don't lose entire nights to alcohol and end up naked next to a man whose name I don't know. Except I did. All of it. **** "Do you have a boyfriend. A fiancé. A husband." "No." "Good." Just that. Good. Like it was information he'd needed and now had. **** Syrus King is dangerous, possessive, and used to getting exactly what he wants. I was supposed to be a mistake. A blackout. A bad decision. A name I'd never have to say out loud. But he found me. And he already knew things about me I'd never told anyone. **** ⚠️ Mature themes: violence, dark content. No explicit sexual content.

"V&L" read our initials. So delicately carved into a now surely dead Henry's plum-colored flesh. His glazed eyes continue to stare in my direction-Though no longer focused on, but behind me. At this, a familiar scent invades my nostrils. One that promises death and despair. I can already feel his intoxicating heat and presence behind me. Dare I turn around? Absolutely not. My worst fears have finally come to fruition, my twisted fate catching up to me, alas. He is here. He has come to honor his promise-To reclaim his bride. Ladies and gentlemen, meet my husband... Valentine. #1 Dark - 03/24/22 #1 Mythology - 03/07/22 #1 BWWM- 11/27/19 #1 Powerful - 04/02/20 #1 Entity- 08/05/19 #1 Godly - 09/09/20 #1 Thunder - 03/09/22 #1 Deadly - 12/18/22 #12 Hades - 10/19/20 #15 Horror - 04/25/20 #12 Obsession - 07/31/21 #19 Interracial- 03/15/19 Major rewrite loading. Read with Caution.

W H I T E O U T ❅ The contract was simple: Two weeks. Two hundred grand. Don't fall in love. For 𝑱𝒐𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆, it's a desperate bid to survive her debt. For 𝑯𝒂𝒅𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒓, the cold heir to a billion-dollar empire, it's just business. Play the adoring girlfriend for his family's winter retreat, take the money, and leave. Then a blizzard hits. Stranded entirely alone in a remote mountain estate, the icy boundaries between them melt into a bruising, suffocating heat. But when the snow clears and the contract expires, Joelle quickly learns a terrifying truth: Hadrian Sinclair doesn't let go of what's his. The phone lines are cut. The snowplow is sabotaged. The doors are locked. The blizzard is over, but Joelle's nightmare is just beginning. Because the only thing more dangerous than a man with a frozen heart, is the monster that wakes up when it thaws. ❅ "The contract has expired, Hadrian. The roads are clear. Let me go." His pale eyes dropped to my lips, his thumb tracing the pulse racing at my throat. "What roads, Joelle? It's still snowing. We're snowed in. We'll be snowed in forever."

Aaliyah never expected a late-night hospital shift to ruin her life. One glance from Luca-the city's most feared mafia boss-and she becomes his newest obsession. Cold. Violent. Untouchable. Luca is the kind of man people pray they never meet. He rules Chicago through fear, bloodshed, and power, and nobody dares question him. Not rivals. Not cops. Not even the men who work for him. But when he sees the shy black nurse with soft eyes and a gentle heart, something inside him snaps. He watches her. Follows her. Learns everything about her. And then he takes her. Not to save her. Not because she's innocent. Not because she needs protection. He takes her because he wants her. Trapped inside Luca's dangerous world, Aaliyah quickly learns that obsession feels a lot like love when it comes from a man willing to burn cities down for you. The deeper she falls into his darkness, the harder it becomes to remember she was ever supposed to escape. Because Luca doesn't let go of things he claims. And he already decided she belongs to him.

In a world of cold power and sterile luxury, 𝘿𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚 𝙑𝙤𝙡𝙠𝙤𝙫 is the untouchable devil. A ruthless billionaire whose empire drips with blood and billions, he lives by one savage rule: 𝘕𝘰 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮. Skin is poison. Contact is contamination. His body is a locked fortress-until the day his control begins to burn. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘢 𝘋𝘶𝘣𝘰𝘪𝘴. Calm. Graceful. Dangerously composed. The new maid moves through his marble halls like living temptation-soft curves wrapped in a crisp uniform, warm skin that carries the faint scent of lavender and sin. She doesn't cower. She doesn't break. And that quiet defiance sets Dante's blood on fire. His obsession ignites instantly. He isolates her. He watches her every breath through hidden cameras. He pulls her into his private sanctuary and makes her the center of his sterile, suffocating world. What begins as forbidden hunger quickly becomes feral need. The man who recoils from touch now aches to devour her-running starving hands over her bare skin, tasting her trembling lips, burying himself deep inside her slick heat while fighting the revulsion that once ruled him. Every hard thrust, every desperate moan, every filthy whisper of ownership chips away at his sanity. She consents. She surrenders. But she never truly escapes. In the heat of his madness, Dante's touch turns raw, possessive, and devastating. He claims her against cold marble, on silk sheets soaked with sweat, and in the darkness where pain and pleasure blur. He will shatter every rule, ruin his own mind, and lock her in his gilded cage just to feel her come undone around him again and again. She was supposed to be invisible. Instead, she became his addiction... and his only weakness. He will never let her go.

Imani took the job for one reason. Money. Her father's gambling debts are swallowing everything her family owns, and the only job willing to pay enough to save their home happens to be inside the mansion of the most dangerous man in the city-a Russian Bratva king whose name is spoken in whispers. So Imani follows three simple rules. Keep her head down. Do her job. And never look the men of the house in the eyes. For months, it has worked. Until the day she is sent to clean the forbidden top floor. A careless mistake. A drunk mafia soldier. One gunshot that echoes through the study. The man who crossed the line drops dead behind her. And when Imani finally looks up... she meets the cold gaze of the man who pulled the trigger. Roman Volkov. The master of the mansion. The most feared man in the Russian Bratva. A man who notices everything. Except this time, he isn't looking at the body on the floor. He's watching her. Imani wants nothing more than to remain invisible, collect her paycheck, and keep her family from losing their home. But Roman Volkov has just found the only woman in his house who doesn't fear him enough. And once the Bratva king decides he wants something... Walking away is no longer an option

"What do you want, Ameera?" His eyes darted to the kitchen door for a second, praying no one would come in. But she didn't care, she never did. Despite him being taller than her 5'11 frame, she was the one in control. Just how she liked it. A slender finger trailed across his impeccable jawline, running down his Adam's apple; and stopped at the top of his chest where she had already undone the first two buttons of his shirt. He was nervous, she could tell, but continued anyway. And without breaking eye contact, the words spilt from her plump lips like water. "What do I want?" she chuckled lowly, "I want to absolutely wreck you, take you apart in every way and put you back together. Then do it all over again, baby boy." He knew how blunt she was, but never expected her to say that; hence his speechlessness. His freckled cheeks were painted rosette with a blush that prolonged up to his ears. Aarav's flushed demeanour made her amused, but she stepped back nonetheless. The bottle of wine they originally come for was abandoned on the counter, so she took it up and placed it in his large hands. "All in due time, baby, I can wait. You can go now." And so he did, not an ounce of hesitation in his steps due to his nervousness. She leaned her self against the counter as she watched him leave, and it took everything in her not to pull him back and thoroughly ravish him. She wasn't sure what it was that hindered her. The fact that he was ten years her senior. The fact of his wife being in the other room. Or the fact that he was her pastor. ~~~ In which a girl accidentally sends a nude to her pastor. Highest Rankings #2 in olderman #10 in softboy #13 in different #27 in fierce The pictures used in the book does not belong to me. Cover marvellously done by @MiaBSmith.

Dark Romance; A spoiled girl's game leads her into the arms of an attractive, no-nonsense man. Logline: After playing a reckless game, a spoiled and gullible girl did not expect to find herself in a serious relationship with an intriguing and no-nonsense guy who starts to discipline her. Excerpt: She listened as he stepped forward with his belt, moving closer to her and crowding her with the musky scent he was wearing. She fought to hold back her fear as finally, he came to stand behind her. She felt his fingers gently combing her hair down over her shoulders. Then he started speaking slowly, his deep voice starting to shake her demeanor as he talked to her. "You didn't marry a soft knight in shining armor that will cuddle, ignore and pet you every time you choose to deliberately get out of line. I will punish you thoroughly for your disobedience..." *** This book is available on Amazon. 🔥 Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Disciplinary Love | High-Stakes Dare | A Total of 80 Chapters/Completed This is Book 1 of the Dark Love series. Each book stands on its own but connects for a richer experience. NOTE: 📖 Welcome to Dark Love! What you're about to read is just an excerpt from a full-length novel with 80 chapters - shared to help you decide if this emotional, twist-filled dark romance is your next favorite page-turner. If it draws you in, you can unlock the full story and enjoy the experience as it was truly meant to be read. (The easiest and most affordable way is on Inkitt - just $5!) Your support not only gives you full access but also helps me continue crafting heartfelt stories just for you. So go ahead - dive in, explore the world, and see if Dark Love captures you. Happy reading! - Pen Glowy 💫