He holds her heels. She lets her guard down. And in the space between city lights and silence, two people who weren't looking for love start to feel something they can't explain. No drama. No rush. Just raw connection and a spark that won't quit.

Damian Hayes had ambition, power, and no room for strings attached. Elara Everly had innocence, dreams, and a heart he'd broken. Three years later, politics; a thread woven from power and corruption, throws them together again. This time, she's a fearless journalist, and he's the president. The stakes are higher, the tension slicing, and the past refuses to stay buried. "Kiss me," his lips grazed hers, his voice a dangerous murmur. "Kiss me... and I'll withdraw the attack on your pathetic boyfriend."

1st book in the 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐞𝐧 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 🂡 This is a man's world... 🃑 In a room with vinyl spinning Sinatra, hand-rolled cigars on the table, and blood on the expensive carpet, the woman scrubbing it off would be the reason it spilled at first. La famiglia Battaglia seals deals with violence, stacks chips, and spurs fear. The Patriarch waxes old, but danger adds youth to his days. His eldest son plays wolf but forgets to clean his fangs. His middle son plays a fool but slices necks with a playing card. The youngest? Can't tell a spark from fire. They make up the core of the house, filled with men and ruled by men. The Battaglia women pour drinks, stock up on Chanel No. 5, and zip their lips with vintage rouge. They do not sit at the table surrounded by the men- where's the gossip? They sit at private luncheons and horse rides. The woman scrubbing the floor doesn't matter. She was hired to care for the patriarch, cook dinner for the men, and be another body to ignore. But she watched transactions, learnt routes, how the men breathe, even pulled off her panties for the middle son, not to be loved, but to break boredom. Suddenly, when jokingly asked her opinion on an issue, she responds...and the men straighten up. They clutch their bullets tightly as she stands beside the patriarch. Little comments here, thrown daggers there, the men watch, follow, and hit many targets, all because of...a woman. Rival families catch the scent of the change with La famiglia Battaglia: smooth successes, good hits, deadly reputation. That's dangerous, and that gets attention. Now the woman who's supposed to ensure the Don takes his meds is busy packing magazines. Too bad, too late, too deep to say goodbye. This isn't about power or falling into the shackles of love. It's about what happens when the most ruthless family in New York realizes their biggest threat isn't holding a gun. She's holding a mop. Literally.

State of Affairs ⚖︎ "You missed a talking point on page four, Governor," I said, sliding the briefing file across his heavy mahogany desk. Tennyson didn't look at the file. His dark eyes stayed locked on my mouth, completely devoid of the golden-man charm he'd just fed to a crowd of thousands. "Lock the door, Milan," he murmured, his voice low and exhausted. "You have a press briefing in ten minutes, sir. And your wife is waiting in the lobby." He stepped around the desk, invading my space until the scent of cedar and expensive bourbon swallowed me whole. His hand brushed my waist, his thumb pressing possessively against my hip. "I don't care," he breathed, his facade finally shattering. "Lock the damn door." 🏛️ To the world, 𝐆𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐧𝐲𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 is untouchable. He is the state's golden man, a devoted husband, and a man with a spotless reputation. Everyone worships the ground he walks on. Everyone except his executive assistant, 𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐚. Milan has a strict two-year plan: survive the Governor's temper, secure her recommendation letter, and catch a one-way flight to Washington, D.C. Her job description: hand him his black coffee, fix his crooked ties, and treat the most powerful man in the state like a normal human being. But her immunity is exactly what breaks him. Behind the heavy oak doors of his office, Tennyson sheds his perfect mask. He is cynical, ruthless, and spiraling into a dark, desperate obsession with the only woman who doesn't want anything from him. He becomes addicted to her warmth and slowly to her. As late nights at the office blur into a secret arrangement, Milan thinks she has the situation under control. But she doesn't know that Tennyson's public life is a PR lie. She doesn't know that the Governor has absolutely no intention of letting her go. 'Cause what the Governor needs, the Governor gets.

A California writer with a broken routine. A Southern contractor with steady hands and a slower kind of love. When Aeluna moves to Louisville to renovate an old house and find her words again, the last thing she expects is Maverick - patient, grounded, and dangerously intentional. What starts as dust-covered floors and one page a day turns into late-night dinners, back porch confessions, and a man who looks at her like she's already home. But falling in love is easy. Letting yourself be chosen is harder. And Maverick doesn't do anything halfway.

She hates everything about her new Elite Academy. Especially him. **Lorenzo Calloway** comes from old money, where power is inherited, reputations are everything, and feelings are buried. Born into a life of wealth and impossible expectations, he's arrogant, dangerously handsome, and impossible to ignore. **Sophia Miller** can't stand rich, arrogant people or the world they live in. She avoids attention, hates drama, and finds comfort in the quiet escape of books and paintings, where she buries the grief of losing her parents. Starting over at Weststar Academy is supposed to be a fresh beginning-but everything changes the moment she crosses paths with Lorenzo Calloway. [Hi everyone, just a quick note: I'm currently revising the book-fixing a few things and correcting errors to make it a much better read. However, I can't upload the new version until the Wattys winners are announced. But still Happy reading!]

Eleanor Whitcombe steps into the glittering world of London society with hope in her heart, determined to find more than wealth or title. Nathaniel, Duke of Ravenswood, carries the heavy burden of legacy and duty, convinced love is a luxury he cannot afford. When a single dance draws them together, whispers and choices intertwine, and both must decide if they will yield to expectation-or risk everything for a love neither expected.

She owns a quiet coffee shop filled with books and soft light. He belongs to a world built on blood, silence, and power. He was never meant to find peace. She was never meant to fall for a monster. But every devil needs somewhere to rest.....

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟔𝟒 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

The last thing Valencia expected was to crash into Damien's life--- literally. Riddled with the guilt of almost costing Damien his life, Valencia agrees to nurse him back to health by living with him for 6 months. But living with an arrogant, handsome stranger might be harder than she expected. ____________________ I had my back turned to him, so I couldn't see his expression. But his breathing was heavy and hot against my skin. He placed hard kisses on my back with his hand wrapped around my stomach to hold me in place. I gasped at the warmth of his kisses. "Why do you own something like this?" He asked coldly. "I-I bought it for a date," I stuttered out. A small bite on my back made me shoot up with a small yelp. "You were going to wear this for some other guy?" Damien's voice dripped with jealousy. "And what if I was?" I mocked, indulging in the stinging I felt where his lips touched. "Then you need to be punished," he said in a low voice. MATURE: Depictions of sex, violence, and profanity #1 in Books #1 in Cute #1 in Comedy #1 in Funny #2 in Hot #4 in Love #5 in Drama