Ryders of Reign is a gritty romantic suspense novel that blends the dangerous world of motorcycle clubs with hidden identities, family loyalty, and deadly secrets. When Dr. Natalie Winters, a talented emergency physician with a mysterious past, crosses paths with the notorious Ryders of Reign Motorcycle Club, her life becomes entangled with a world she never expected to enter. What begins with a violent shootout that brings the club's enforcer, Falcon, to her hospital soon pulls Natalie into the orbit of the club's powerful and intimidating president, Gunnar. But as danger closes in and an unknown enemy targets both the club and those closest to them, Natalie and Gunnar must decide whether to keep their walls up or risk everything for a future neither of them planned. Filled with action, suspense, romance, found family, shocking twists, and powerful secrets, Ryders of Reign is a story about loyalty, survival, and the people who become home when you least expect it. Waiting on feedback from you lovely readers before I publish the rest.

When a burst pipe turns Hannah "Han" Brooks' apartment into an indoor swimming pool, she ends up crashing on her brother Mattie's couch for what should only be a few weeks. It would be inconvenient enough if Mattie's friends didn't seem to treat his apartment like a second home. Especially Andre "Dre" Diaz. Tattoo artist. Motorcycle rider. Professional observer. Persistent user of the nickname 'sweetheart'. Dre knows getting involved with Mattie's little sister is a terrible idea. Hannah knows she should probably stop looking forward to seeing him. Neither of them is particularly good at doing what they should.

"𝐵𝑒 𝓂𝑜𝓇𝑒 𝒹𝒾𝓇𝑒𝒸𝓉, 𝓈𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓉𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓉." - In which a 20-year-old bubbly lady encounters the rough-around-the-edges, military man, Everest Simon, who couldn't seem to get her out of his head. [COMPLETE NOVEL ON SONA BOOKS]

He looks like he might close the space between us. He looks like he wants to. My brain supplies a dozen sane exits. My body refuses every one. He looks as if he might kiss me. So I do something- exactly the kind of crazy I'm proud of but later I regret. I bite him right on the shoulder. He's in a tank, and my teeth definitely sink in. "What the hell?" he jerks back with a sharp laugh, stumbling slightly. "Did you just bite me?" "I panicked!" I defend, a little too quickly. "You don't have to mark me when I'm already yours, Swan." he says. Excuse me? "What!?" I blink, nearly tripping over my own foot. "What did you just say?" He shrugs, all cool and composed, "I'm already yours." he repeats, like it's nothing. Like it's not the verbal equivalent of a punch to the stomach and a kiss to the soul. My jaw drops. "Are you- are you okay?" "Perfectly," he says, then taps his shoulder. "Just sore though." ✧𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫.✧ ✩Amara Fontaine, a 24 year old ballerina. She was light, grace, and everything golden. A ballerina with a heart too kind for the cruel world. But even the brightest stars can be swallowed by the dark. 🜲Xavier Hayes, a 27 year old boxer. He was ruthless, untouchable, and everything dark. A man who never let anyone close-until her. But love makes even the strongest men bleed. Tropes- Boxer X Ballerina Enemies to Lovers Touch her and 🔪 He fell first and she fell harder Possessive and Obsessed MCs Nicknames and Banter Betrayal and Revenge [THIS IS A CLOSED DOOR ROMANCE!]

𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇, 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐖𝐞𝐬𝐭 avoids boys like 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐃𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬 who are arrogant, charming, reckless, and far too used to getting whatever he wants. But when 𝐃𝐞𝐚𝐧 makes a bet that he can get 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚, the coldest girl at Briars, to go on a date with him, she finds out before he even gets the chance to play her. So she decides to play him first. --------------- [Dean Di Laurentis x female OC] [Enemies to lovers] [Read at the bottom of the introduction for TW!]

COMPLETED ✓ (LOOK INSIDE FOR DESCRIPTION!) - ❝𝗛𝗼𝘄 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀?❞ 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀, 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘀𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴. 𝗜 𝗺𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝘇𝗲, 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗳𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗹𝘆, ❝𝗨𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗶𝘀𝘀 𝗺𝗲.❞

Pain. Those 4 words can effect a person mentally and physically. Those 4 words I don't wish on anyone, Aelia.

BLACK WOMEN MC DISCLAIMER: This book contains explicit content and mature themes intended for readers aged 18 and over. It is not a traditional romance, but rather a deeply complex and dark exploration of a toxic relationship. The characters' dynamics involve intense emotional manipulation, power struggles, and actions that may be triggering to some readers. Please be advised that this story delves into themes that are explicit, emotionally charged, and may not be suitable for all audiences. Proceed with caution. "Tell me again how you don't want me," he whispers, dragging his lips down her neck. "Say it under oath, and I might even believe you." Jasmine Taylor doesn't lose. Not in the courtroom, not in life. At just twenty-six, she's built an ironclad reputation: fierce, brilliant, and unshakably professional. But when she's assigned the biggest case of her career-defending Dimitri Alekseev, a dangerously alluring Russian immigrant accused of murder-her world begins to crack. Dimitri isn't just a suspect. He's a problem. Tall, tattooed, and terrifyingly unreadable, with ties to a powerful family the law doesn't dare touch. The evidence against him is overwhelming. The press wants him buried. And deep down, Jasmine suspects the whispers are true. But the more time she spends with him, the harder it becomes to separate fact from instinct. Because beneath his cold exterior is something intoxicating. Calculated charm. Raw heat. And secrets whispered in the dark. As the trial barrels forward, Jasmine finds herself pulled into his world-one filled with shadows, blood ties, and undeniable temptation. The closer she gets to the truth, the more she risks not just her career, but her safety... and her soul. What happens when the woman who always plays by the rules falls for the man who was born to break them?

When a bubbly track star meets a grumpy Dutch baller... A college sports romance between two polar opposites.

He came for the debt. He stayed to claim her soul. Viktor Volkov rules Moscow's underworld with an iron fist and ice in his veins. As pakhan of the most feared Bratva syndicate, he's used to people paying what they owe - in blood, money, or broken bones. When Viola Isley's brother Liam steals two million rubles and disappears like the spineless coward he is, Viktor doesn't waste time chasing a ghost. He goes straight for what's left behind: her. Viola never signed up for her brother's mistakes. She's just trying to survive - long shifts at the café, cramped apartment in a crumbling Soviet block, nights alone with nothing but her thoughts and the endless Moscow snow. She doesn't know that for weeks, a predator has been watching her every move. Tracking her phone. Hacking her laptop camera. Sitting in the shadows outside her window while she showers, while she sleeps, while she touches herself and whispers into the dark like she's begging for someone to hear. And Viktor hears everything. He knows the exact way she takes her coffee (black, two sugars). He knows the route she takes on the metro every morning at 7:15 sharp. He knows the soft little gasps she makes when she comes on Thursdays, fingers buried deep, back arched against the bathroom tiles. He's memorized it all, jerked off to it in the back of his Maybach more times than he can count, and now the obsession has burned away whatever patience he had left.....