𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧, 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. Book One: Tantalization Book Two: Enticement (upcoming) explicit smut in my very dark books, be aware of what you're reading.

He forgot their love. She never could. Now, she must fall in love with the man he has become. He must choose the woman he no longer remembers. Seth Sterling's life is a masterpiece of precision-until a surfing accident wipes his memory clean, erasing the last five years. Five years that taught him how to love her. He wakes believing he is still the man he used to be. Everyone else is grieving the man he became. The woman he remembers belongs to his past-the one he once swore he'd never leave. The woman standing in his kitchen, wearing his engagement ring and knowing every shadow in his soul, is a stranger. Jules Hagen loved Seth through every version of himself: the guarded man, the broken one, the architect who finally learned how to build a life worth staying for. Now, she shares a home with the only version of him she never prepared for: the man who doesn't remember choosing her at all. As Seth struggles to inhabit a future he doesn't remember building, Jules is left carrying a love story only she can recall-forced to decide whether to keep fighting for the man she lost or let him become a stranger for the second time. Because forgetting was never the hardest part. Choosing each other again is.

Some marriages don't end because love disappears. They end because grief quietly replaces it. Layla Scott and Tristan Scott were once the couple everyone envied. She was the brilliant attorney who believed love could survive anything. He was the celebrated heart surgeon who promised to protect her heart forever. Together, they dreamed of building a family. Instead, they buried three babies. With every miscarriage, Layla disappears deeper into guilt, convinced her broken body has failed the man she loves. Tristan buries his own heartbreak behind endless surgeries, believing that carrying the weight alone is what a husband is supposed to do. Until the silence between them becomes louder than their vows. One moment of weakness shatters the fragile trust holding their marriage together. But the greatest betrayal doesn't end there. Because after the guilt... after the apologies... after promising himself it would never happen again... Tristan meets someone who understands the parts of him his wife no longer can. What begins as friendship slowly becomes the one place where he feels seen. And by the time he realizes he's fallen in love... his marriage is already over. If Only is a heartbreaking story about grief, emotional infidelity, forgiveness, and the impossible choices that follow when love collides with loss. Because sometimes the marriage doesn't end the day someone cheats. Sometimes it ends long before that. Sometimes, it ends the day two people stop grieving together.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

I promised to take care of him until he didn't need me anymore. I made a mistake. I was twenty-two. Just a broke artist with a pair of scissors and a flashlight, hired to be his nanny. I did my best. I built him a sky out of cardboard boxes. I held his hand when the thunder was too loud. I taught him that he didn't have to be alone in the dark. But children grow up. And Silas Vane grew up... different. As the years passed, I started noticing things I couldn't explain. My dates getting cancelled. My debts mysteriously paid off. The feeling of eyes watching me while I slept. I thought I was raising a lonely boy. I didn't realize I was becoming the center of a dangerous obsession. Now, he is a man. A genius who controls everything around him. And he has finally solved the only equation that matters: How to keep me forever.

𝑯𝒆'𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅. 𝑨 𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒗𝒂 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑻𝒘𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆. Malina was just a girl when Alexei korolev became a part of her life-a terrifying, magnetic presence with blood on his hands and secrets in his eyes. Years later, When they happened to live together... and suddenly, Alexei can't look away. She's off-limits. Untouchable. But every time she calls him "Old Man" in that sweet voice, every time she dares to defy him-he gets closer to breaking the rules he swore never to cross. 𝐇𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐳𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐡𝐤𝐚. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭. But claiming her means crossing a line that could destroy everything-family, loyalty... and his own soul. Because once he has her, he's never letting go. Even if it costs him everything. "𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕, 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒚𝒔𝒉𝒌𝒂," he growled, his voice low and rough, the kind that ignited a fire deep in her core. She looked up at him, breath shaky, desire written all over her flushed face. "𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆... 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒆, 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏." That was all he needed. No more rules. No more restraint. Just her-exactly the way she wanted. And he'd give her everything. Their chemistry is dangerous. Their connection, deadly. Because loving her means betrayal. And touching her means war. But monsters like him don't fall in love... do they? #81 blood #2 fiesty #2 dadsbestfriend #758 revenge #12 heavysmut #17 pakhan #642 russianmafia #218 strongfmc

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.

(Book 1 of the Mafia standalone series) "Do you need anything?" I ask, turning to Jeremy even though my voice trembles. Jeremy throws his head back against the cushions and smiles. "Keep speaking," he says, eyes half-lidded but glowing. I blink. "What do you want me to say?" "I'm so happy I was shot" he murmurs, grinning up at the ceiling like a lunatic. My mouth drops open. "If I'd known hearing that gorgeous voice would require a few bullets" he adds, "I would've taken them sooner. Happily." Heat crawls up my neck. "Keep talking, or I'll pass out" he threatens lightly, waving a limp hand in my direction. I roll my eyes, but I can't help smiling. "Jeremy Romano, don't pass out on me." His eyes fly open as if someone electrocuted him. "Say that again" he says, suddenly wide awake. "Don't pass out on me?" I repeat cautiously. "No" he breathes. "The two words before that." I frown. "Jeremy Romano?" His reaction is immediate, his smile brightens until it practically lights the whole room. "Say it again" he whispers. "Jeremy Romano." He lets out a dreamy groan. "I'll die a happy man." I slap his arm. Harder than I should've. He winces and I instantly panic. "I'm so sorry!" "Kiss it. I'll feel better," he says, smirking.

Anastasia I've been on the run for eight years, always looking over my shoulder, always waiting for the past to catch up with me. It wasn't just Aleksandr I left behind, it was the suffocating world of the Volkov Bratva, where loyalty is synonymous with chains and love is just another weapon. I thought I could escape, that the new life I'd built in the shadows would protect me. But when I saw him across the room, the air seemed to vanish. Aleksandr Volkov. Older, sharper, more dangerous than I remembered. His eyes burned at me, and I knew it wasn't forgiveness he sought. He wants revenge. And I know Aleksandr well enough to understand one thing: he doesn't let go of what's his. Aleksandr She thinks she can hide from me. She thinks eight years will be enough to erase what she's done to me, to my family. Anastasia. My sweet, defiant зайка. She was mine since my father brought her into our home, and she'll be mine until I die. But she ran away, leaving me with nothing but betrayal and the relentless need to find her again. Now I have her, my little foster sister. As soon as I saw her, all the reasons I had to hate her dissolved into an overwhelming truth: I need her back. Not just to punish her for leaving, but to remind her where she belongs. She can fight me, resist me, but it won't matter. Anastasia has always been mine. And this time, I won't let her go. Triggers Warnings : - use of weapons (guns, knives...) - abuse - sex content - killing - violence - CNC This story is not for everyone, but for an informed audience. Please use caution, as this is sensitive and potentially disturbing content.