You're not supposed to want your best friend's brother. Skylar knows that better than anyone, yet she can't seem to ignore the way Damian looks at her. He's calm, a little intense and watches her as if he's physically unable to look away. He's wanted her from the moment she was introduced as his sister's best friend- and when an accidental text is sent his way, everything changes. Those stares grow longer. His need for her intensifies. Skylar can feel it, and with temptation thick in the air, she no longer knows how to stay away- even if staying away was the only thing she was ever supposed to do.

They called her a mistake. They called him a monster. Princess Ariel Ravenspire was born of forbidden passion - the bastard daughter of a king who cannot bear to look at her and a mistress long since forgotten. In the court of Elarion, she is a ghost draped in silk, invisible except when her half-siblings need a target for their cruelty. They've spent years trying to break her and snuff out the gentle fire that burns within her chest. But Ariel refuses to become the villain of her own story. Where they offer hatred, she gives grace. Where they see weakness, she harbors an unshakable strength. Across war-torn borders, in the shadow-draped Kingdom of Umbrahal, Crown Prince Caden Valtara is the nightmare that haunts the wicked. They call him the Demon Prince - a title he's earned with blood and brutality. Ruthless to his enemies, merciless to the corrupt, he moves through the darkness like vengeance incarnate, dismantling trafficking rings and crushing those who prey upon the powerless. The aristocracy trembles at his name. The common folk whisper prayers of gratitude. He is judge, jury, and executioner - and he has never apologized for the monster they've made him. When two kingdoms exhausted by endless war finally seek peace, the price is steep: a royal bride to seal the treaty. Ariel, the unwanted princess, becomes the sacrifice - a lamb offered to the demon. She expects death, or worse. He expects a fragile, terrified girl who will cower in his presence. But neither expects to find, in the person they were taught to fear, the one soul in all the realms who truly sees them. She was raised to be forgotten. He was born to be feared. But some bonds are forged in fire - and no kingdom can stand against them. A demon feared by all. A princess loved by none. Tropes: Only soft towards her Insta Love (INSTA) Arranged Marriage (forced) Love at first sight Villian mmc (kinda?) Touch her and die 🤭 HEA

He was the boy who left to save her and the man who came back ruined. Cold when he shouldn't be, silent when all she wants is for him to talk to her, Dominico Cruz learned young that loving someone means losing them. So he left first. He always leaves first. But her? Katerina Petrov was never someone you could leave behind. She was fire and fury and loyalty sharp enough to cut throats, she loved like a war and hated like a storm, and he was the only man who ever survived both. "You don't get to leave me again and call it love, Dominico. That's not love. That's cowardice." He would burn cities for her, kill kings for her, destroy himself for her, but the one thing he can't do is stay, because he believes loving him is a death sentence. She thinks he abandoned her. He thinks he's protecting her. And neither of them realizes they're destroying each other in the process. In whatever is between the world they've been born in, love isn't gentle. It's possession, sacrifice, blood and worst of all...Brutal. And the most dangerous thing in Dominico Cruz's life was never his enemies. It was always her.

"My twin bosses want me... I am their toy." ❦ Ciara Nevera was a lonely woman. She didn't go on dates, or occasionally update her social media and dating sites. Burying herself in work at Armani Industries, she rarely had a social life. After receiving countless job offers when they got wind about her outstanding performance, she came to realize that she was receiving far less than deserved from her job. Ciara marched into her boss's office and demanded a promotion. She didn't expect her demands to be met with her falling to her knees and a c*ck at her lips. She especially didn't expect it not to be her boss at all, but his twin brother. How did she find out? Well, her actual boss slammed open the office door--so angry smoke was coming out his ears. But the story did not end there... why have one when you can have both?

(Book 3 of the Mafia standalone series) Giovanni Romano x Anna Ivanova/Mancini Single mom x Single dad Mafia Romance Forced proximity

"The Mob King and His Enemy's Daughter" Natalia Gambino was raised to obey. Her father's world had one rule-bend or break. She learned to bend--perfectly and quietly. Until bending became the only thing she knew how to do. When Vito promises her to his underboss, Natalia accepts it the way she accepts everything--in silence. She doesn't know someone is coming... Alessandro Rubino has spent eighteen years building toward one moment. He doesn't want the throne. He wants to ruin the man sitting on it. Taking the man's daughter was never the plan. Keeping her was never supposed to happen either. She thinks she's escaping one cage... just to be locked into another? ---- "Look at you..." he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. My body betrayed me, trembling as his hand traced lower, slow and deliberate. "...never forget who you belong to, Natalia." I swallowed, my voice barely a whisper. "I won't." His grip tightened, his voice dropping into something darker. "Then prove it. Bend over for me." ---- - book 2 of "The Prodigy" series (can be read as a standalone)

(BOOK 1 Of the QUEENS OF CHAOS SERIES) Isa Valen doesn't believe in restraint. Two weeks ago, she did champagne, a sinfully accented stranger, and a night so consuming she ran before sunrise. She doesn't remember his face. She doesn't remember his name. But her body remembers the way he made it burn. When her sister runs to New York, Isa follows without hesitation. New city. New job. New distractions. Then she meets her boss. Erik Orlov. Billionaire. Bratva Don. A devastatingly gorgeous tattooed man built from control and violence wrapped in tailored suits. The first time he looks at her, something tightens in her chest. The first time he steps close, her pulse betrays her. She doesn't recognize him. He recognizes the curve of her mouth. The sound she made when he touched her. The way she ran. The night she can't remember is the one he hasn't stopped replaying. Now she works beneath him - in his office, in his space, in his world. Every glance lasts too long. Every accidental touch feels deliberate. Every breath between them feels charged. And Erik Orlov does not chase. He claims. Enemies circle his empire. Loyalty fractures. Power shifts. But none of it unsettles him like the woman sitting across his desk, pretending she doesn't feel it too. Until two pink lines appear. Because the only thing more dangerous than their chemistry... Is the secret growing between them. And this time, he won't let her run.

"I would've made you scream at least seventeen times. Orgasm five and cry once... ... August Lance is a man who built his world on precision, control, and ruthless standards, the young, untouchable owner of the most luxurious hotel in the city, where perfection is not an aspiration but an expectation. Jasmine Hale lives in an entirely different reality, balancing survival, sacrifice, and responsibility as a dancer at Red Roses, a life she never dreamed of but cannot afford to escape. Their worlds collide one sleepless night when August pays ten thousand dollars for a private dance he never touches, a moment that should have faded into memory but refuses to disappear. Days later, fate delivers a cruel twist when Jasmine unknowingly walks into August's hotel as a newly hired maid, only to be fired within minutes under circumstances neither of them fully understands.

(Book 2 of the Mafia standalone series) "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.