Zolan Book 3. Can be read as a standalone. One second I'm at the NASA headquarters, and the next second, I'm teleported to the territory of an angry alien.

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

Morgana, who only intended to help the drowning blind boy, was completely oblivious to the world she was unknowingly getting into. Every winter, Morgana is forced to look after her grandmother's secluded vacation home, but takes in the lost blind boy she saved from the icy forest lake one night. When he woke up, instead of being grateful for saving his life, he was more hostile and aggressive than a feral beast. A kindhearted witch who had the power to foresee the future through her dreams And a fierce, blind boy of unknown origins But the more she spends time with him, the more vivid she dreams of strange things. As she gradually tamed the beast she picked up, secrets of the untold past began to unfold. Having no other choice, she abandoned him without a proper goodbye for both their sake. But why is it that the beast she discarded came back years later as one of the most powerful men in the empire? "You've hidden yourself quite well." Said the icy voice full of power. "Very well, I must say." She swallowed a breath, taking a step back. "But from now on, there will no longer be a time that you are not within my grasp. I'll make sure of it," He said, closing the space between them. "Even if I have to lock you up in a cage." "What makes you think I'll let you?" She answered calmly. "Because everything here is now mine, including you."

He was my Destined One. He hated me for my Zeta rank. She hated me, too, but not for my rank. Because I had something she wanted.

"What's that?" Isla asked, already knowing it was a dirty word. "An orgasm, is something that happens when someone makes you feel really good, little dove." -- "Ahh- wait! M-Maxim...!" She felt a sting to her bottom as soon as she made a mistake, laying her head down on his shoulder as she straddled his thigh and stopped grinding her hips. "No, no, little one. You either call me 'Daddy' or 'Sir' when we are like this." Maxim said huskily in her ear, gripping her hips and forcefully grinding them. -- After witnessing a murder at the hands of Don Maxim Petrov, Isla Winter's world gets spun in a whole new direction. Her previous traumatic life gets unexpectedly brought back up as she experiences love, a new country, and a new way of living. (A BIT FAST PACED, sorry!) MATURE SCENES ⚠️ TRIGGERS IN THE BOOK ⚠️ -violence (it's a mafia book) -swearing -death -self negativity -trauma from past domestic abuse -sexuality DO NOT PUT SPOILERS IN PARTS OF THE BOOK FOR OTHER PEOPLE

Adonis Celts, the notorious monster who'd been rotting in prison for the past decade. Getting an interview with him just weeks before his release would be the story of a lifetime, and well worth the risk. With his hands cuffed and guards right outside the door, nothing could go wrong. Right? • • • "I've already explained I'm not afraid of you Mr. Celts. But it seems like you want me to be?" I retort. He leans forward in the chair, his face just a foot or two away from mine. The light flickers above us and it seems like a sign for me to shut the hell up. "Mmhm right. Well, maybe you have more nerve than sense then hm? Or you just don't scare as easily as the others." His jaw ticks slightly "But I can think of far better ways to get your heart racing. So no honey, fear is the last thing I want from a woman like you."

When little Isla Mae returns home from college, no one believes how much she's grown-- including her brother's best friend. | NEW CHAPTERS EVERY WEDNESDAY AT 5PM EST |

Emory Hart is a simple woman. She loves her family, enjoys her trips to the book store and to the coffee shop and she can never turn down her best friend when it comes to random nights full of chaos. She's content. All it takes is one run in with the one person she never seemed to win over and a surprise visit from her brother to shift Emory's whole world on its axis. After two years of successfully avoiding him, Emory's "simple" and "content" are about to morph into something a bit more frustrating and confusing and it comes in the form of her brothers best friend. Adrian Harley is a man of control. He's easy going and has charmed his way into the hearts of the entire Hart family. Emory has always been his biggest challenge. It's not because he can't win her over with the same easy going routine he uses with everyone else. It is simply because he can't find himself wanting to. No, what Adrian seeks from Emory is something much more intense. Darker. It's only because of his relationship with her brother that he swallows all of those urges for the sake of his closest friend and his own sanity. When Adrian offers his guest room to his best friend, he comes face to face with the one thing he can't have and his self control begins to snap. Adrian finds himself crossing the one line that was silently drawn when befriending the Harts. The line that leads to the one woman he isn't allowed to want. He's unleashed. Obsessed even. And she thinks he hates her.

Wedding Planner x Mafia Boss Grace Hartley, an ambitious wedding planner with a passion for perfection, is hired to organize the wedding of Serena Costa, the youngest member of the powerful and dangerous Costa family. The arrangement seems simple enough: design a dream wedding for a woman she hardly knows, all while staying out of the family's criminal world. But when she meets Santino Costa-mafia boss, ruthless protector, and brother to the bride-her world begins to shift. In a world where loyalties are tested and every move is a game, Grace must navigate a fine line between professionalism and the growing pull of a man she knows she should stay away from. But with every passing moment, the wedding she's planning isn't the only thing that starts to feel binding. .......................................... #1 in arrangedmarriage #1 in Italian #1 in fiction #1 in mobboss #1 in Boss

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.