I gripped the pan and smacked the figure twice on the head when I saw the shadow. "Ow why are you doing that?!" I heard him groan. For good measure I smacked him two more times. " Am I supposed to just let an intruder wander through my house?" I huff. " That's fair" he lets out a laugh. The longer I stared at him the more I realized he wasn't human, more like a shadow. "What do you want?" I asked. I don't know why I was making conversation and not telling him to get out. "Oh yes okay, the blows to the head threw me off" he laughed. "I'm here to collect your soul" he smiles. "I'm not dead" I inform him. He comes close and I move back, "oh sorry this must be weird let me change into a form better suited for this plane". In minutes he was a tall pale man with black hair and red eyes. "What do you think?" He gives me a twirl.

I died... and then I died again. "Vale," I moaned, my voice fractured. He met my gaze, his heart racing. "Yes, baby." I whimpered softly, my breath hitching as his name escaped my lips once more. "V-Vale-!" "You want to make a mess in your pants again, don't you?" He asked, locking his gaze with my watery eyes as he pulled my face down to meet his by my throat. "Such a naughty vampire, you were so messy and sticky all over your thighs just earlier, and now you want to do it again," he murmured hoarsely, watching as I cried out in response. Where had all that macho boldness disappeared? He wondered. Just moments ago, I was ready to drive him insane with my teasing, and now I was a mess, a puddle melting away in his hands, completely at his mercy. The power dynamic shifted, and he reveled in my surrender, eager to push me further into this wild desire. **** Talon/Virgil faces an agonizing cycle of deaths. In his first life, his love was crushed, and he was murdered-only for fate to repeat its cruel game in his next existence. How many more deaths must he suffer before he can find the happiness he's been relentlessly pursuing? Just when Talon believes he's finally found peace, fate spins him back into chaos, casting him into a void once again. This time, he awakens from a coma to discover he's inhabiting the body of a stepbrother he never knew existed until, of course, he awakened in his body-a married man with a family. As Talon grapples with his new reality, he must balance the façade of being a devoted stepbrother, husband, and father while yearning for the one true love that has haunted him through the ages.

After losing her family and drowning in debt, twenty-seven-year-old Rain Carter accepts a six-figure job at a powerful, centuries-old corporation-only to discover it's a front for an ancient vampire order. Ruled by immortal twin brothers, the organization hunts rogue vampires who threaten to expose their species by killing humans. As the only human supervisor, Rain becomes essential to their survival-and a liability. She grows close to the protective, charismatic twin, while clashing with his cold, ruthless brother, whose hostility masks a dangerous obsession. As violence escalates and secrets surface, Rain must choose between remaining human or embracing a fate entwined with monsters who could save-or destroy-both worlds.

Harmony thought her reign as Queen of the Lycan Kingdom was nothing more than a dream - a vivid world conjured while she lay unconscious in a hospital bed. But when shadows with dark violet eyes begin to stir in the waking world, she realizes that what she lived was not fantasy, but memory. The veil between realms has thinned, and new enemies, much older than the council, start to rise. Now torn between her human life and the world of crowns and wolves, Harmony must protect the people she loves while unraveling the mystery of why she was brought back. Eros - the mate she once ruled beside - haunts her dreams with warnings of war, and whispers of traitors suggest that the Council's reach extends beyond the kingdom she left behind. As shadows walk freely between worlds, Harmony will be forced to choose: return to the throne and embrace the power of the Old Queen once more, or risk both realms collapsing into ruin. But this time, the war will not be fought in dreams alone. "This book is not a stand alone! You must read Harmony of the Moon first"

Eighteen-year-old Isolde has never known safety. Orphaned, broke, and trapped under her aunt's care, she spends her days serving lattes at a posh café-until a mysterious perfume arrives at her doorstep. Its sender? Unknown to her but let me tell you it's Dante Valencourt, a billionaire with mafia ties, a serpent's charm, and a sadistic obsession with owning what he desires. When Dante's "gifts" turn sinister-surveillance, threats, and a trail of bodies Isolde flees. But running from a man who controls cities is a death wish. Dante drags her into his glittering underworld, where pain and pleasure blur, and obsession wears the mask of love. Will Isolde survive his twisted devotion... or surrender to the darkness he promises? 🔥 For fans of Pepper Winters and J.T. Geissinger may love this and it's dark romance at its most addictive. No princes here... just a villain who'll ruin you. This anti-hero is very sadistic, possessive, obsessive and controlling freak....so please don't expect anything vanilla and lovey lovey content here. Tropes: ✔️ Morally Black Mafia Antihero ✔️ Kidnapped/Forced Proximity ✔️ "Touch Her and Die" Vibes ✔️ Twisted Possession vs. Fragile Innocence ✔️ All the dark, spicy, morally black tension Warning: This book is not a fairytale. Proceed if you dare. This book contains abusive content very dark and gore, and I don't support them.

In a world where elves are fading, and humans rule with iron crowns, peace is nothing more than a beautifully wrapped lie. When the elven kingdom is forced to offer a bride to end centuries of war, Aelira Vaelith is not the chosen one. Her sister was. But when the elder princess refuses the match, Aelira is sent in her place-into the arms of a king who never wanted her. Cold. Calculating. Untouchable. King Vaelor Draven makes one thing clear: She may wear his crown... but she will never have his heart. Yet the moment Aelira steps into his kingdom, something ancient stirs. Dragons-long thought extinct-begin to awaken. And they do not bow to the king. They answer her. As whispers of power spread and tension turns into something far more dangerous than hatred, Aelira finds herself caught between loyalty to her people... and a man who is slowly becoming her greatest weakness. But in a world built on betrayal, love is not salvation. It is a risk. And when the truth behind her marriage begins to unravel, Aelira and Vaelor will be forced to choose: The kingdoms they swore to protect... or the one person they were never meant to love. Because some bonds are forged in peace. And others? In fire.

What started out as a romantic getaway, turned into Aurora getting dumped in the middle of nowhere by her boyfriend of three years. Stranded and alone, she comes across an abandoned manor. Or so she thought was abandoned... She quickly finds out that it's the residence of a dark and mysterious man. A man who prefers the sweet taste of blood for dinner instead of a nice steak. He's been alone for so long, the only presences in his home being his housemaids and occasional family stopping by, much to his dismay. So imagine his surprise when there's a new guest in his home. A guest that warms his ice cold skin and stirs a heart that hasn't beat before.

"Let me whisper your name my sweet Birdie and feel your soft feathers brush against my skin" ~~~~~~~~~ The candlelight was dancing around his skin now, too, as he stood there, still shirtless, exposing all of those muscles that she'd licked down and kissed up so much since the middle of May. Those were the same muscles she'd had countless wet dreams and day dreams about when she'd been locked up. Amusement had Carmen giggling as she thought to herself, And look at us now. Well, whaddya think?" Carmen asked, arms spread as she turned in a slow circle for him. Chance let out a low whistle that had her skin burning, and god, his voice was so gravely and even deeper than usual. A shiver slid down her spine as he said, "Bend over." As she planted her feet on the carpet, legs closed, she did as he requested. As her fingers brushed the carpet, she looked down at them, took in how they were shaking with excitement before she turned her head over her right shoulder so she could see his expression. She was glad she did. With the way that her boyfriend's face was twisted up, if she didn't know him, she'd have thought that he was grimacing in pain, not raw need. "I think I'm the luckiest fucking man on the face of the earth," He all but growled, eating up the distance between them in a few long and hurried strides. ~*~ You could say that Carmen and Chance are... pen pals. His momma calls her Birdie. After Wesley, a mutual friend between the pair, recommends that Carmen reach out to a skeptical Chance, a friendship blooms into much more. COPYRIGHT 2016-2026 to _macc_ I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO REDISTRIBUTE MY INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY TO ANYONE OR ON ANY SITE

She should have kept her mouth shut. Every night, Violet Johnson buries herself in dark romance novels. Possessive antiheroes. Cold men with dangerous power. Obsession that burns slow and devours whole. She loves every page... until she slams the book shut in frustration. Because none of those men are real. No man looks at her like she's his undoing. No man corners her and makes her pulse riot. No man feels dangerous enough to ruin her life beautifully. So she makes a wish. A stupid, half-asleep, whispered wish. "Just once... let me meet a man like that." The next morning begins like every other. Coffee. Headphones. Late for work. Until she walks straight into a wall of muscle and expensive danger. He smells like something forbidden. He looks carved, not born. His voice is low, controlled, cold enough to frost over skin. And when she panics and blurts out, "Sorry... you're just really handsome," she wants the ground to swallow her whole. He doesn't smile. He studies her. As if she's interesting. As if she's... entertaining. What Violet doesn't know is that the universe didn't misunderstand her wish. It answered it precisely. The man she bumped into is not fictional. He is not safe. And he is not the kind of man who allows coincidences. He notices how she stares too long. How her emotions flicker across her face like open pages. How she tries to hide her growing obsession... and fails beautifully. She falls first. Hard. Secretly. He falls harder. Dangerously. Possessive in silence. Strategic in pursuit. Amused by her shameless curiosity. And when he realizes she wanted a dark romance hero? He decides to show her what that really means. Careful what you wish for. Some fantasies do not come with safe words.

Zoe hated fantasy novels. Especially the dramatic ones with growling werewolves, ancient vampires, and "fated mates." So when her best friend forces her to read one, she finishes it out of pure loyalty, calls it ridiculous, and goes to sleep. The next morning? She wakes up as a vampire princess trapped inside the very book she read for three hours straight. Now everyone expects her to act elegant, mysterious, and deadly. Meanwhile, she's trying not to panic over: blood-drinking etiquette vampire politics missing memories and one terrifying hybrid wolf who keeps looking at her like she personally invented destiny. She wants to go home. He wants his mate. The universe, apparently, wants chaos.