She's accidentally given his hotel room to stay in...when he confronts her he instantly recognises her beautiful face. This one moment would be the beginning of their love story...

I'm Princess Elanora Georges, and my life basically just ended. Why? Because I'm being forced to marry Axel fucking Kingston, a six-foot-something nerd with ugly glasses, perfect posture, and the emotional range of a teaspoon. Oh, and he's completely inexperienced. Like... painfully. So please explain how I went from "I hate him" to "Axel, please... don't stop," completely falling apart under him and forgetting my own name. I swear I don't even know who I am anymore. #1 Royalfamily (Feb 5th) #1 Enemies (Feb 23th)

a trap house production #6 "ain't no playin', this is us. boy, be gentle, ain't no rush 365, you're the only one I trust. no, I can't get enough"

"I, Marcus Blackthorn, reject you as my mate." Those words shattered me three months ago. In front of everyone. Because I couldn't shift. Because I was "defective." I ran. I survived. I became something none of them could have imagined. Now I'm Luna Ghost. Undefeated. Untouchable. I just met my true mate, Kael Nightshade, the Prime Alpha who makes other Alphas submit. He doesn't know I'm the rejected Ashwood daughter. He just knows I'm his. He doesn't share. My old pack is calling. They need me now that I'm powerful. Marcus is on his knees. He says rejecting me was his biggest mistake. My family wants me back. On their terms. I'm done being theirs. I have my own pack now. My own power. A mate who would burn the world down for me. They wanted me weak. They're about to learn what a mistake that was. Because the girl they rejected? She's about to become their Queen. 🐺👑 MOON'S REJECTED QUEEN 👑🐺

"When an off-duty cop crashes her car in the middle of nowhere, she discovers a world that shouldn't exist-and a wolf shifter who claims she's his." Fate, though, doesn't ask permission. Thrust into the world of Andorra, a land of beast-men, ancient kingdoms, and dangerous desires, Nafre is forced to question everything she thought she knew. War is coming. Love is complicated. And Nafre? She's not running this time. (Adult Fantasy Romance - 18+)

Queen Charlotte did not believe in coincidence. She believed in design. From her throne, she observed the ballroom as a general might survey a battlefield-every movement calculated, every whisper a weapon, every marriage a maneuver. The ton believed themselves clever, believed love and scandal ruled the Season. They were wrong. Power did. That was why she had summoned her niece from across the sea. Princess Amara Charlotte Obeng stood now at the far end of the hall, her presence subtle yet unmistakable, like the hush before a storm. She wore no diamonds yet-only gold worked delicately against her dark skin, an echo of her homeland. Her posture was flawless, her expression serene, but Queen Charlotte knew better. Amara was brilliant. Observant. Dangerous. And across the room stood a man who had no idea his life was about to be dismantled. Anthony Bridgerton, Viscount Bridgerton, pillar of English nobility, champion of duty, enemy of love. Perfect. The Queen's lips curved, ever so slightly. Let the game begin

"Tell me you don't want that," his darkened eyes clashed with her dazed ones, "Say it, and we'll stop right now. Tell me, and I'll go." Silence hung in the air, the distant hum of passing cars and crickets fading into the night. "Cause I have every intention of making you my wife, the mother of my kids, my everything. I want that. I want you. Understand?" Her eyes welled up, and her lips trembled as she swallowed hard, then nodded quickly, "I want that too." "That's what I thought, baby." ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Cerise Rowan liked to keep things simple. Her days were a steady loop of sleep, eat, study, repeat. She told herself she valued comfort, though in truth, change terrified her. With change came anxiety, and her mind, already a delicate balance, struggled to cope. Her favorite S-words: sleep, solitude, and snacks, were enough to keep her "mild" disorder in check. Until another one entered her life. Well... two. If you count sex. ♡ Saint Novak lived by two rules: stay comfortable and take each day as it came. With his intimidating presence and (mostly) emotionless exterior, he wasn't exactly easy to get to know. He didn't waste time on dead ends, keeping his life decisively organized. People and things included. But Saint's problems were far from "mild". For years, he believed he had nothing to lose. Now, he's learning what it means to have goals, to want more, and to keep what's important to him close. So what happens when he walks into his parlor and is greeted by a new face? A very pretty face. One that stirs desires he didn't even know he had. Well, one taste of her is more than enough to set a few more goals.

"You looked at me like I was no one. That was your first mistake." Eva Mirova lives in pages-quiet, romantic, untouched by the world she writes about. But fate doesn't ask for permission. It delivers her straight into the line of sight of Ivan Volkov, a man who doesn't believe in chance... only ownership. He wasn't supposed to notice her. He was there for a deal. But one glance-one moment-and she became his next decision. Not for a night. Not for a taste. Forever. She doesn't know his name. He knows everything about her. She runs. He doesn't chase-he commands the world to close in around her. This isn't a love story. It's a dark vow wrapped in silk and sealed in blood. Because when Ivan wants something, he doesn't court it. He claims it. Marries it. Breaks it, if it resists. And Eva? She just became his bride... whether she says "I do" or not.

What will happen when the government makes you live with two men (one of them your ex-crush that is an asshole) as their breeder? A dark fiction MFM novella.

Luna was brought to a world ruled by beasts for one reason: to carry its future. Marked by a dragon. Tracked by a bull-phoenix. Soft enough to break. Important enough to start wars. They think I belong to one male. They're wrong.