When Valerie Adams gets to know that she is betrothed to the youngest billionaire in New York, just to save her father's dying company, it is two nights after she caught her boyfriend cheating on her with her best friend. She is upset with the news of the betrothal and becomes more pissed when she finally meets him. Ryan Lorenzo is the most arrogant, pompous, and cold-hearted guy she will ever cross paths with. He is less interested in keeping a woman but what he needs is a wife to satisfy his parent's desires for him to be married and considered responsible. Valerie decides to take advantage of the situation, to save her father's company and to make her cheating boyfriend jealous. She suggests a CONTRACT for their marriage and Ryan is making the RULES.

She wasn't lookin' for love. Just peace, paper, and enough control to keep her world from fallin' apart again. Simone Parker is a single mom, bossed up and battle-tested, runnin' one of the hottest strip clubs in Miami with her best friend Naysha. Love? That door closed a long time ago. Until Marcello DeVoe walks in. Fresh outta Brooklyn with a body built for sin and a voice that slides over skin like smoke. He's dangerous, disciplined, and known in the streets for movin' weight and movin' silent. He didn't come to Miami for distractions. But Simone? She hit him like a storm he didn't see comin'. What starts off casual turns electric, late-night linkups, secret glances, and heat thick enough to drown in. No titles. No promises. Just good sex and a deeper connection they both pretend not to feel. But peace is hard to hold when the past won't let go. Simone's baby daddy, Alonzo, won't stop poppin' up, talkin' reckless and bringin' chaos like he still got access to her life. He's mad she moved on. Mad she ain't scared of him. Mad as hell there's a new savage in her bed who ain't about to play nice. Now Simone's caught between the peace she's built, the man her body craves, and the storm waiting outside her door. This ain't just love. This ain't just lust. This is survival, and somebody's gonna get burned.

Book 1. Eros; passion, lust and pleasure -- in other words, romantic and passionate love. A passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment; stereotype of romantic love. ➼ "You made me feel things I didn't believe in anymore." ~ Amara Torres: the brains behind the Torres mafia, a highly skilled assassin, a model - retired - with a whole new identity which is now in the past. Dominic D'Agostino, a friendly - not so much to Amara who had to go out her way to hunt him down only for him to change her life. The two completely opposite yet so alike, so unsteady about their love. When it seems as if their path to love is starting to clear up, here comes Lorenzo D'Agostino - a whirlwind in their path - the boss of the D'Agostino's, Dominic's older brother. What happens when Amara is met with both brothers who are so polar opposite to one another. One who keeps her calm and grounded and the other erratic and volatile. Now which one does she exactly need in her life? ➼ #1 in mob ~ 18|03|2021 #1 in lovehexagon ~ 6|04|2021 #3 in twinflame ~ 11|04|2021 #3 in lovetriangle ~ 13/11/2021e

SMUT WARNING!! : This book isn't sweet romance. It's filthy, raw and unapologetically dark. Expect: *Three brothers who don't know the meaning of gentle.* *A heroine who moans even when she swears she won't.* *Fingers, tongues, and cocks where she least expects them.* ~~~♠~~~ "Spread wider, Angel," Zane growled against my ear, his fingers ruthless between my thighs. Ziven's c*ck shoved deep down my throat, hot, thick and massive. "Right there. Open up and take it like the filthy tease you've been." And behind me, Zarek drove into me deeper, pounding and claiming every inch. "Feel that? Dripping wet. Doesn't matter how hard I pound-she'll still take more. She's fucking built for it. Our cocks." I begged desperately- clenching, gushing, and trembling through every thrust and claim. I never thought I'd crave this- three brothers who claimed me, ruined me, and made me beg for more. But I do. God, I do. My name is Zayla Everly Hollis. I died the night I married Lugard Blade. He broke me and killed me. But fate brought me back. Given a second chance, I ran. Straight into the arms of the three most powerful men in Chicago. THE MADDOX BROTHERS. Ziven. Commanding, brilliant, and dangerous with a keyboard. Zarek. Cold, ruthless, and sharp as glass. Zane. Charming, wicked, and heartbreak in human form. They offered me safety. Then they became my obsession. Now they're my only protection from the monster I once called husband. But with three billionaires wanting one broken girl, hearts will shatter. And when the past comes knocking... I'll have to choose between revenge-and the triplets who made me feel alive again.

In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.

[Completed] There's three of us. Triplets. We all have each other's backs. There's me, Maeve. The one with red eyes. People call me a murder. Satan. Evil. Anything really. All I cared about was not them. Certainly not them. Those people didn't matter to me. What mattered was my other two siblings. Everything I have ever done, was for them. Even if they don't realize it. Even if they think I was the big bad monster. To the world, I was a cold heartless monster but to my siblings? I was loving sister. I was there if one of them have a nightmare. I'm there for them. There's Damien. The oldest out of us. He's the one with white eyes. The one who people who also call Satan and evil and all of that bullshit. You ever wonder if those goddamn bullies got tired of bullying other people? I do. Not the point, stay focused Maeve. What was I saying? Oh right, Damien. He likes cars. Building, tearing them apart, spray painting them, anything about cars. Then there's Angel. Sweet, sweet Angel. She's the youngest out of the group. She has blue eyes, different from us. She's the lucky one, per say. The one who doesn't get bulled. She has the personality like a five year old but we love her to pieces. Me and Damien try to protect her against the evil's of the world. She shouldn't go through that like we did. At least she has a normal childhood, or some part of normal. We didn't have the best childhood growing up. Well, me and Damien didn't. Mother gave Angel the best childhood she ever wanted. Sometimes, only sometimes when she was drunk or whatever with her stupid boyfriend did she punish Angel. That was once every blue moon. She was convinced me and Damien had Satan in us. While Angel, well she thought that Angel was an angel from Heaven. Now, let me stop rambling. This story will be an emotional roller coaster. Especially since we get sent to live with our older half-brothers. Mentions of self-harm, abuse, rape, miscarriage, violence, cursing, suicide attempts.

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