(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

Iris Mercer was never meant to be loved. Not in that marriage. Not by a man like Elliot Graves. It was supposed to be an arrangement. It became a year of shared silence that was never empty, of touches that were careful not to want too much, and a love that grew anyway, stubborn and deep. Then Elliot forgot her. The accident took the year that belonged to her. It left Elliot with memories of another woman, a different life. A life before Iris. He remembers nothing of the marriage that changed him. Iris remembers it all. She watches her husband move through their home in a body that knows her but a mind that does not. She hears Elliot's voice form another man's words. She grieves for a love that existed only in a single, stolen year, because some kinds of love are not repeated. They are built once, and lost forever. This story contains explicit intimacy, strong language, emotional trauma, and themes of memory loss, manipulation, and familial abuse. Intended for mature readers only.

A gold medalist, newly married, is revealed as a cheater in his post-gold medal win press conference.

They say a woman like me shouldn't love a man like him. I'm too loud. Too volatile. Too willing to burn everything down just to make a point. But Matthias Moretti didn't pick me for my sweetness. He picked me because I'm the only woman in this cursed city who can take his violence, match his obsession, and ride him like owning him is a birthright. He was supposed to be a holiday sin I'd laugh about later, a sweat-soaked distraction I used to bury my past. Then one savage little truth blew the floor out from under me and everything we built. Now he's tearing apart his own empire trying to drag me home, razing anything that stands between us. He shouldn't worry. I'm not hiding. I'm waiting.

I was never a woman who believed in promises. They always felt like wishes, soft things people made when they didn't know how else to hold on. Judas Mercer made them anyway. And somehow, he kept every single one. He waited for me when the world didn't. Built a life while I was still learning how to belong to one. Loved me in a way that I could finally trust. What I didn't realize was how much of our life already existed beyond me. How some bonds didn't begin with us but were already settled and familiar. She was a presence that had always been there. The woman from our past and our present woven into the spaces I thought were ours alone, standing there with us all along. Because Judas kept his promises. He just kept his secrets too. ~S~S~R~A~Y~N~E 🦋Perceived cheating 🦋Possessive MMC 🦋Dark romance themes 🦋high spice content

This is a story about what happens when love meets grief and neither of them wins. Before, there was laughter in the dark. Stolen touches. The thrill of wanting something we were never meant to have. He felt like rebellion and safety all at once - like if I chose him, the world might burn, but he would stand in the flames with me. I didn't understand that some fires don't keep you warm. They consume. There was a night - the kind people whisper about later. The kind that divides your life into before and after. When the dust settled, something precious was gone... and the boy I loved was left carrying the weight of it. He never said it out loud, but I saw it in his eyes. The guilt. The unraveling. The quiet way he began pulling away from me long before I realized I was losing him. Grief changes people. It turns love into something desperate. It turns promises into things that tremble. It makes you cling tighter... even when you should run. I told myself he was hurting. I told myself pain makes people do things they don't mean. I didn't realize some damage can't be undone. By the time the truth surfaced, it was already too late. Too ugly. Too sharp. The kind of truth that doesn't just break your heart - it rearranges it into something unrecognizable. He says he'll spend the rest of his life making it right. But love born in secrecy. Love baptized in tragedy. Love tested by something unforgivable- It doesn't come out untouched. And if you're waiting for me to tell you we survive this... You should know something first. Some nights don't end when the sun comes up. Some nights follow you forever. And ours was the kind that leaves a body behind.

I was never supposed to be on his radar. I do my job, keep my head down, and know better than to stare too long at men like him. But one look turned into a warning. One warning turned into a promise. Now he's everywhere, and suddenly I'm part of a story I never asked to be in. He calls it destiny. I call it my undoing. And in Liberty City, everything's for sale- Except the girl who won't kneel. (House of Verena is a dark cartel-syndicate romance featuring obsession, moral corruption, and power games. This story contains adult themes, graphic content, and morally gray characters.)

After heartbreak, she came to the Coast for a fresh start. He was supposed to be a fling-not a forever. Rae Monroe arrives in the windswept California coastal town of Mendocino, determined to rebuild her life. With her mother gone and her ex's betrayal still raw, she wants nothing more than solitude, to run her cafe, and breathe in the salt air. But one bonfire night on the beach changes everything when she meets Eli Callahan-a rugged, impossibly handsome firefighter who's as steady as the cliffs and as dangerous as the waves. What begins as a one-night stand turns into something deeper, and soon Rae is falling for Eli's quiet strength and unexpected tenderness. When a love from Eli's past tries to slip in through the cracks, Eli assures Rae she has nothing to worry about. When Rae is faced with false accusations, scheming, and betrayal, Eli chooses who he trusts, and it isn't Rae. Rae knows her worth. She walks away without a word, leaving Eli to the ashes of the life they built. Now he's racing against time to uncover the truth and win back the only woman who's ever mattered. But some burns run too deep to heal... Will Eli prove himself before it's too late-or will Rae's love be gone for good, swept out to sea with the tide?