Anna comes home to find her husband, Mark, in bed with her best friend, Lily. They never see her-but that night, Anna vanishes. When Anna is declared dead, Mark becomes convinced Lily killed her to protect the affair. Lily, on the other hand, believes Mark murdered his wife to make her disappear for good. Neither trusts the other, and neither feels safe. From the shadows, Anna watches as their guilt turns into paranoia and their love into a weapon. Every lie pushes them closer to destroying each other. And Anna? She's very much alive.

I spent years wanting Mike Callahan. The quiet boy with tattoos, sad eyes, and a habit of making me feel like I was the only girl in the room. So when he finally started texting me back, calling late at night, and looking at me like maybe he wanted me too... I fell for it. For him. Then one day, he disappeared without a warning. No goodbye. No explanation. Nothing. Now he's back in Blackwater Cove acting like he never shattered me in the first place - and the worst part? I still don't know how to stop loving him.

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She came home early. She shouldn't have. Noa Reevse is a therapist. She spends her days sitting across from people in the worst moments of their lives, holding their pain with both hands, and sending them home better. She is very good at it. She is also, it turns out, very good at not looking too closely at her own. Until the afternoon, she opens a door she was never supposed to open. Fifteen seconds. That's all she records. That's all she needs. And then, a week later, she puts on a burgundy dress, walks into her husband's televised political forum, and raises her hand. She has the video. She never has to play it. His silence does the work for her. "Hurricane Season" is about what happens after the worst imaginable betrayal, after the divorce papers are filed, after the woman who taught everyone else how to survive the unsurvivable has to figure out how to do it herself. For readers who need their protagonist to be the storm.

Alexander didn't cheat. He just gave someone else his attention, his laughter, and the smiles that used to belong to his wife. And she watched him drift, not to another woman's bed, but to her presence. Her laugh. The way she made him feel seen in a room full of people. Everything he found in someone else - Zara had been giving him all along. Eight years of marriage. One little boy who loved them both. And Zara standing in the middle of it all - wondering when she became the woman he stopped choosing. She warned him. Three times. The first - he dismissed her. The second - he called her jealous. The third - he called her insecure. So she stopped warning him altogether. And stopped waiting. Love wasn't enough... and now it might be too late.

Seraphina Calloway always believed she would recognize betrayal if it ever came near her marriage. She imagined it loud. Obvious. Unforgivable. She never imagined it would look like this. Like her husband smiling at another woman the way he used to smile at her. Like late-night messages that weren't inappropriate - just intimate. Like emotional comfort slowly being outsourced. And she definitely never imagined standing outside a glass office in downtown Los Angeles... Watching her husband hesitate before pulling away from another woman's lips. The kiss wasn't hungry. It wasn't desperate. It was worse. It was familiar. And in that single second - She realized she had already been replaced emotionally long before that moment happened. She didn't scream. She didn't storm in. She simply turned... And walked away from the life she thought was unbreakable. Sequel of the novel tilted 'Unfaithful Promise' is out. Do read

Isabelle was a club girl. Not a name, not a voice--just a body people passed over without a second glance. But not Ryder. Something in him pulled her in, made her forget why she joined the Wardens of Sin MC in the first place. Made her forget she came here with a plan: get paid, get out, finish nursing school. Until Ryder reminded her exactly what she was in his world. She bent. But she didn't break. Now, she has no distractions. No man to crave. No heartbreak to nurse. Just herself--and the future she's resuming. Ryder never meant to fall for the girl everyone could touch. But he did. Hard. And when he was reminded that she'd only ever be a club girl--that hope was a luxury he couldn't afford--he destroyed what they had. Humiliated her. Left her behind like the wreck he saw in himself. But the truth never stays buried. And by the time it comes out, it might be too late.

Clara My heart has belonged to Spencer Fisher since that day in high school, when he winked at me during Mrs. Doyle's chemistry class. For twelve years we've been together through the good, the bad, and everything in between. For twelve years I've stood by him and supported him and watched him as he realized every single one of his dreams. But when Spencer's father is diagnosed with terminal lung cancer and he starts pulling away right when I need him most, we might have finally found the one thing that will tear us apart. Spencer I thought I had it made. But now I'm feeling it all slip away as the pressures of work and bills and hard decisions mount. And above all else, I have to watch my old man slowly wither away. I'm not used to feeling helpless, and now all I can do is watch the man who has always been larger than life to me die. I know Clara's doing her best to support me, but lately it feels like all I do is let her down. When my colleague introduces me to his sister Laney, it feels harmless at first. Laney listens without making demands. She's sympathetic. She reminds me to take care of myself. If she flirts occasionally and I find myself enjoying it? Well, that's probably harmless too. It's not like I'd ever act on anything. I'd never betray Clara. But the road to hell is paved with bad decisions, and by the time I realize what a fool I'm being, I might be too late to stop myself from losing the woman I love.

Long before I understood what marriage meant, I was promised to him- an arrangement made to bind our families together-and with it, my future to Ronin Byrne. I was the girl from Ireland-wide-eyed, raised to believe marriage was a sacred vow kept for life. He was the heir to Boston's Irish mob-his father's crown waiting to pass to him the moment we said "I do." I thought we were already partners. I thought he chose me. But Ronin set me straight the night I became his bride. In front of his men, in front of God and everyone who mattered, he showed me exactly what the promises he made to me were worth-nothing. He broke me with a smile as he walked away with another woman, leaving me standing in the wreckage of my own faith. He made his choice, and I made mine. I disappeared, covered my tracks, and buried the girl he broke-so deeply I hoped she would never resurface again. But the past has a way of finding you-no matter how well you bury it. And when the man who once ruled my heart-my husband-tracks me down to remind me that wives don't get to vanish, that I belong to him, he won't find the woman who loved him without question. The girl who gave him her whole heart no longer exists. If he wants me again, he'll have to decide how much he's willing to bleed to earn back what he destroyed. I'm Alannah O'Connell... and this is my heartbreak. Content & Historical Context Notice Faithless Vows is a dark, emotionally intense romance set in the 1950s, and reflects the social attitudes, power dynamics, and criminal realities of the era. This book includes on and off-page cheating/infidelity, sexual content, coercive dynamics, emotional manipulation, public humiliation, threats and intimidation, historical organized crime elements, and situations that may be triggering for some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Lina and her husband Mark are stunned when she gives birth months early while visiting her parents, and she's forced to stay behind with her fragile newborn while he returns home to work. It appears that they've made the best of a terrible situation, but when she and the baby can finally return home, everything feels wrong. Her job has shifted out from under her, parenting turns her marriage inside out, and her gifted parrot has learned some mimics that she can't make heads of tails of. As Lina struggles to navigate the complexities of being a mother outside the NICU, she begins to suspect that while she was absent someone stepped into the space that was supposed to be hers alone. She tackles the mystery one step at a time while trying to focus on her baby's changing needs with the help of a calm and helpful mentor the hospital assigned to them. One by one, the things people tell her and her parrot's insistent voice fill her life with doubt, until the only voice that still feels real is hundreds of miles away.