At twenty-six, Clara Whitmore has built a life she can control. Her days are precise, her work as a dentist meticulous, and her heart... carefully protected. After everything she's faced, she's learned to rely only on herself. Luke Matthews, also twenty-six, is everything the world admires: talented, charming, and seemingly untouchable. A professional ice hockey star with a smile that could light up a city, he carries a weight that no one sees-a vulnerability behind the fame and the effortless confidence. Two years ago, their lives intersected for a fleeting, unforgettable night-one filled with laughter, warmth, and a spark neither of them could explain. But life pulled them apart, leaving memories that linger like shadows. Now, fate brings them together again. A chance meeting in Clara's clinic sets off a slow, teasing, and irresistible pull. Friendships are tested, walls are challenged, and hearts are pushed toward a possibility neither thought they could risk. Fracture Line is a slow-burn, friends-to-lovers romance about love that sneaks up when you least expect it, the fragility of trust, and the invisible cracks in our lives that sometimes lead us to the people who can make us whole.

When Brynn Carter discovers her fiancé's infidelity, she's left reeling. Instead of wallowing in heartbreak, she makes a bold choice: she'll take the luxury cruise they'd planned-on her own. With nothing but heartbreak in her suitcase, she hopes the vast expanse of the ocean will give her the clarity she so desperately needs. Rhys Callaway, a celebrated defenseman for the Maple leafs, is struggling with his team's devastating Stanley Cup loss. To escape the suffocating pressure of the media and his own doubts, Rhys books a solitary cruise, hoping the open sea will quiet the noise in his head. On board, Brynn and Rhys cross paths. Their connection is unexpected, and their conversations bring comfort neither had anticipated. As the days pass and the ship sails on, their bond deepens, but the end of the voyage looms. Both Brynn and Rhys must decide: will they return to the lives they left behind, or risk it all for something they never saw coming? book one of the uncharted series

Danielle wanted to keep one thing locked away: her past. But that promise soon crumbles when a new face arrives on campus. Hockey forward, Hunter, is the newest player on the team. And he happens to be the one thing Danielle needs to avoid. At least that's what she thought. When he becomes her bestfriend's new roommate, she has no choice. His cocky attitude and confidence in the rink is all it takes for him to take the team by storm. He had hundreds of other girls throwing themselves at him, but he would not quit it with her. He's determined to find out what's behind Danielle's attitude and disliking towards him. As her past starts to unravel, Danielle is skating on thin ice. This time with her heart on the line. 1 MILLION READS [November 13, 2022] 2 MILLION READS [January 18, 2023] 3 MILLION READS [June 12, 2023] #5 in hockey 7/10/22 #1 in enemiestolovers 12/17/22 #6 in college 8/30/22 Started [Jun 2022] Finished [Oct 2022]

"So you didn't give me one. Don't you want to befriend me?" Oliver teased, with absolutely no expression on his face. If it weren't for his tone, I never would have guessed. "But you're my husband... my fake husband." My face scrunches in confusion, and he very slowly takes a step closer to me, and I immediately take one back I'm backed up and pinned between the wall and his very huge body. His left hand lands right above me on the wall, and his right one slowly snakes around my waist, and I shiver as a result. My eyes flutter closed, my breathing thickens as he bends until he's right in front of me. My heartbeat is going a thousand miles an hour as I feel his lips brush against my right earlobe. "Listen, and listen carefully, sweetheart," he whispers, his deep voice seeping trouble, and that nickname-I swear to God. "I am your fake nothing," he says, stressing the 'nothing,' his hot air fanning my neck. "Our marriage might've been a contract, but under no circumstances is what we have fake. You are my wife and will be until you have my fucking signature on the divorce papers. Got it?" With a shaky breath, I look up at him as I feel him pull his face away. __________ She was raised to follow the rules. He was born to break them. Sienna Martinez is the golden girl. Soft-spoken, smart, and graceful. She runs her family's business, keeps her reputation spotless, and avoids trouble until trouble walks in wearing a tailored suit and a devil's smirk. Oliver Salvatore is royalty, the next CEO of The Salvatore Group. Ruthless when needed, dangerously charming when he wants. Marriage was never in his plans until his brother and her sister ran away. But one year, one marriage, and one rule-don't fall in love-prove easier said than done. Especially when the girl he's been searching for fourteen years is the one standing right in front of him, and somewhere between the lies and the longing, they've already crossed the line.

As war erupts between the Greek and Sicilian mafias, the powerful Accardi family must fight to protect their empire. Accardi Obsession unravels a dark, multi-POV mafia story charged with forbidden chemistry, explosive family tensions, and an arranged-marriage pact that turns sworn enemies into something far more dangerous. *** The Sicilians trusted them. The Greeks tried to take their empire. Now, the balance of power hangs by a thread. In the third season, the Accardi family faces their greatest war yet - one that will test loyalty, love, and blood itself. Costa and Millie are fighting to protect the family they built together, even as war threatens to tear them apart. Rocco and Alessia are learning what it means to be married in a world that can take everything from you in seconds. And when a new marriage alliance is proposed, one Accardi makes the ultimate sacrifice, and enemies become lovers... or whatever you call it when hate gets complicated. There's a war brewing, a wedding on the calendar, and at least four people pretending they're not in love. The Accardis are back. Pray for whoever stands in their way.

"𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥," Zane finally gave in before smashing his lips right back against my own, kissing me with expertise. He pressed me up against the tree, stealing my wrists and pinning them atop my head against the bark. I melted against his body in response to his kiss, instantly responding to his kiss, shuddering when his thigh slid up between my legs. "Zane..." "Shhh," he shushed softly, his body imprisoning mine, as he drew closer to me. "Just let me make you feel good tonight." ❦ Spencer had long accepted the lonely fate the Moon Goddess dealt her-the only mateless she-wolf of the White Crescent pack. Instead, her fate remained with the quiet nature of her wolf and the pack she protects. But when a trespasser breaks into her territory, everything she thought she knew shatters. Zane is no ordinary wolf. He's charming and anything but innocent, yet his presence makes Spencer's instincts flare-for better or worse. Sent on a covert mission by the Elders to uncover a growing threat within the supernatural ranks, Zane never expected to be captured or to find his fated mate in the one woman standing between him and the truth. She's fierce and untouchable. He's secretive and bound to a role that could destroy them both. And yet, the mate bond doesn't care about timing, duty, or consequences. Zane will have to choose between the mission he's sworn to complete-or the mate who already owns his heart. Fate has bound their souls, but will their loyalties test the limits of that bond?

"𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐭, 𝚴𝐞𝐫𝐨." A shudder ran down Nero's spine as she watched the man before her lean back against his office chair, spread his bulky thighs, and tip his head back as he watched her with those sultry eyes of his. She knew it was wrong to want him, that wanting him would only bring her trouble, yet she found her mouth salivating at the mere sight of him. It was unfair how attractive he was. "Why? You didn't let me cum yesterday." His eyebrow twitched, the corner of his lips tipping in amusement. "Only good girls get to cum, diavolina." ❦ It was never Nero Rothschild's intention to find herself as the central figure in every fantasy of the don of the most influential and dangerous mafia in New York. Especially when said man also happened to be Niccolò Lyon, the rival of the Lucchese family she was forced to work for. After generations of conflict, the two mafias had finally settled their issues by arranging the marriage of Niccolò Lyon with the cousin of the Lucchese heir-a marriage that would save thousands of lives from dying in the meaningless war. Everyone knew the importance of the marriage, understanding what it meant for the future of the underworld. Everyone but Niccolò, it seemed. The day Niccolò Lyon saw Nero Rothschild, he knew he had to have her, to possess her. He found himself pining after her attention, her touch, and her lips. He knew he was wrong to want the girl so badly. She had already been claimed by his rival despite wanting nothing to do with the lovesick man. The fact only made Niccolò desire the little devil even more, especially when he found out that the Lucchese family had gone against their promise of peace by hiring her to coldheartedly murder him. He needed to have her, to make her his, and to own her. Fiancée be damned.

"𝐒𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦." Sophia gasped as his hand tightened around her neck, his gun suddenly lowered to her heat, teasing her. The more she fought, the tighter his grip got and the more breathless she grew as he started moving the gun against her, making the knot in her stomach tighten. Storm took the safety off the gun, glaring at her with those piercing arctic eyes of his. "Scream for me, pet." Sophia screamed. ❦ Sophia Morales' life shattered when her family fell victim to a brutal murder, orchestrated by Viktor "Storm" Osipova, a notorious hitman entangled in the dark web of the Russian mafia. Storm's brutality had forever marked the girl's life. Storm took everything from her and, in turn, threw the young girl into an orphanage, only to be tossed from family to family, enduring abuse and neglect. For years, Sophia's insatiable thirst for retribution grew, twisting into something far darker and more sinister than mere revenge. Storm became the object of her obsession as her anger transcended a simple wish for revenge, particularly as she grew up parentless and deprived of affection. But vengeance alone was not what drove the young girl. Her obsession with Storm grew with each passing day she was abused by the very system his actions had inadvertently thrown her into. For several years, she had been stalking him, waiting for the perfect moment to exact her revenge and unveil the enigmatic layers of the man who had torn her world apart, as the line between vengeance and obsession blurred. Sophia was determined to avenge her family-even if it meant taking a life in their name.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐚." Natalia glared at Lorenzo and tried crawling away from him once more, every cell in her body screaming for her to run as far away as she could. "How many times do I need to cum before you're satisfied?" Natalia panted against him, desperate noises leaving her mouth as the sixth orgasm started building in the pit of her stomach. Lorenzo pulled her closer when he sensed the girl crawling away, ignoring her whimpers as he grew rougher. "Until you realise this is a punishment, not a reward." "And when has excessive orgasms ever been a punishment?" "Let's see if you'll think the same in a few hours." ❦ Natalia Martin was simply on a work trip. Simply on a work trip when she happened to meet Lorenzo Valiente, not knowing that kissing him would change her life, not knowing that taking him to her hotel room would change her life, not knowing that offering him to stay would change her life. But neither had Lorenzo. Lorenzo Valiente hadn't expected that having sex with the strange woman would force her into hiding and that he'd feel compelled to take her in and undo what wrongs he had done by accidentally putting a bounty on her head. His status as capo dei capi had never affected the clueless women he fucked until then. And it was not like he had intended to put a million-dollar bounty on the young successful career woman's head. He just thought that her eyes were pretty. That her dimpled cheek was cute. And that her bright smile made his heart skip a beat.

Logan Romano didn't just enter the NHL. He tore through it. Dark. Brooding. Untouchable. With brutal talent and a reputation as cold as the New York winter, Logan dominates both the ice and every room he walks into. He doesn't lose. He doesn't bend. And he certainly doesn't fall in love. Not after the last time. Not until November Levine crashes into his life like a beam of sunlight he never asked for. She's warmth where he's storm clouds. She's soft where he's jagged edges. A walking contradiction to everything Logan swore he needed. When a deal forces the polar opposites under one roof, tensions ignite fast. Teasing turns to feuds. Feuds turn into something dangerously close to desire. And Logan is forced to confront the one promise he's never broken. Because once you step into the light- it's impossible to return. ✩ Grumpy x sunshine • forced proximity • slow burn Will the hockey captain cross that line? ✩ "Nova." I whisper, my voice low and hoarse against her neck. "Stop it." "Stop what." She whimpers back innocently as her thighs tighten around my hips. My teeth nip at the skin on her jaw in warning. "Either stop teasing, or put me out of my fucking misery." November pulls her head back from mine, resting it against the wall, and bats her lashes up at me. "Say please."