A sunshine girl. A serious man. Multiple chanced meetings that changed everything. Aurora Blaire wasn't looking for anything serious-especially not while on a girls' holiday. But fate had other plans, for both her and Lucian Thorne: a brutally composed CEO who didn't do random, had never been in a relationship, and was too focused on his businesses to find love. What started as chance run-ins turned into something they couldn't ignore. But how does a man built on control survive the kind of girl who blooms in chaos? ------------------------------------------------------------------ ""Her tipsy boldness kicked in hard, and walked for the armrest near him-planning to sit there casually. But the world tilted, and instead of gracefully settling next to him, she ended up tumbling right onto his lap. His hand shot to her waist, steadying her with surprising gentleness. "Careful, princess." he said, his voice low and smooth, just enough to make her blush harder. "Oops," she giggled, cheeks flaming. "I cant believe it's you Mr. Serious." "Still drunk, I see." And with that, Aurora's mind took off in full chatter mode."" ------------------------------------------------------------------ #1 TEENFICTION #1 SWEET #1 GRUMPY #1 CUTE #1 FUNNY #1 GRUMPYXSUNSHINE #1 RICHGUY

"Oh, Lilith. When I die and you spit on my grave just know I'm under there with my mouth wide open." • • • As president of the Devils of Sin Motorcycle Club, my life has been steeped in darkness and trauma since the day I drew my first breath. Chaos is my inheritance. I need it to feel balanced-grounded-whole. The only people who matter are the ones who wear my cut. Loyalty begins and ends there. Women are nothing more than tools. Never to be wanted, only used-faces blurring together until they mean nothing at all. I live by a simple truth: death is always waiting at my door. Until a pretty doll drifts into my sights and forces me to feel something I thought was long dead. Alive. [18+] Mature Content Highest Ranking #1 - Bike #1 - Biker #1 - Dark Humor #1 - Motorcycle #1 - Seductive

She's a headstrong lawyer who has had groundbreaking success in her field despite her young age. They are three dominant brothers who need a lawyer for their multi-million pound business. What could go wrong? NOTE: THIS IS A REVERSE HAREM NOVEL Book cover photo: https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/2533343533874362/ Started: 7/7/24 #1 in ENGLISH ~ 2/8/24 #1 in LAWYER ~ 14/8/24 #1 in POLY ~ 29/8/24 #1 in TATTOOS ~ 27/09/24 (My birthdayyyyy) #1 in DOMINANCE ~ 22/10/24 #1 in SEXY ~ 20/4/25 #1 in RH ~ 29/5/25 #1 in GRUMPYXSUNSHINE ~ 6/10/25

SECOND BOOK OF THE VELVET & VOWS SERIES 🩶⛓️ ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Vincenzo Russo The most feared man in the country-the ruthless Don of the Las Vegas Mafia. He attends a wedding with one goal: to provoke the other families and remind them who holds power. What he doesn't expect... is her. Liliana Aurora Moretti. Milan's mafia princess. Raised in luxury, born into danger. After her uncle's death, her family returns to New York-where Liliana finds herself at Vogue Fashion College and rises into the spotlight as a supermodel. ≻───── ⋆✩⋆ ─────≺ Preview... I was steadying my hands when the door suddenly shot open. Vincenzo stepped inside and locked the door behind him with a quiet click that sounded final. "This is the women's bathroom," I snapped. He shrugged, walking closer. "I don't give a shit." I tried to push past him, but he stepped in front of me, blocking the path like a wall that had learned how to breathe. "I don't like your fucking attitude," he said, irritation sharpening his voice. "What are you going to do about it?" I challenged, refusing to blink. He didn't answer. He just moved. One step. Then another. Slow, predatory patience in every shift of his weight, until my back hit the wall behind me. He lowered himself slightly, eyes locking onto mine again, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You want danger, principessa?" he murmured. "Keep talking to me like that... and I'll make sure you choke on the consequences you're begging for." A cold wave washed through me, sharper than fear, deeper than anger. My breath locked again, pulse hammering in my ears as his smirk returned, thin and satisfied. He didn't touch me. He didn't need to. He already had. #1 lasvegas 01/25/2026

In these streets you either thought 2 steps ahead or got left behind in a body bag. Love was filled with nothing but false hopes and dreams. I could never have that. I could never let myself experience that. It's a rough world we live in, filled with hunger and survival. I am willing to survive, no matter the cost, no matter the outcome. Next in line to run the streets, Chance.. A cold lethal killer who made the world bleed, who didn't believe in love.. That's until he met her. But The Streets claimed him first.

"She came at the right time....a walking miracle."

To save her family from ruin, Ally agrees herself as a maid to Dante, a cold and powerful Mafia lord her father owes a dangerous debt. What begins as a desperate sacrifice slowly turns into a tangled web of secrets, and forbidden desire-where duty clashes with a love neither of them expected. Snippet; Dante's gaze locked onto mine, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. There was no staff, no house, no duties. Just us. "I mean..." He paused, taking a step closer, and this time, he didn't hesitate. His hand lifted to my face, his thumb tracing my jawline, soft and slow. "You mean everything," he said, his voice thick, rough. "And I'm done pretending that I don't feel it." I gasped, the words hitting me harder than I expected. It wasn't just the kiss now. It was the admission. The truth hanging in the air between us. His feelings-his real feelings. I didn't know what to say. Didn't know if I should say anything at all. But then, before I could even blink, his lips were on mine again. This time, there was no hesitation. No pulling back. Just him, taking what he wanted. And I couldn't stop myself from wanting it too.

Velnyre University was never meant for girls like her. Brie Brownrigg is nothing but a scholarship girl in a kingdom ruled by legacies, scandals, and bloodlines older than the university itself. Her plan is simple, keep her head down, graduate, and leave this world of ruthless heirs behind. But plans mean nothing when Klein Beresford decides you belong to him. Heir to the Beresford empire. Golden boy of Velnyre. Every rumor about him is dangerous than the last and every girl wants to be the exception. Only Klein doesn't flirt, he doesn't chase, he hunts. And now, he's hunting her because obsession is a dangerous thing and love, in Klein's hands, feels a lot like possession. Because with him, it's never just romance. It's ruin. It's obsession. It's forever. He wasn't her prince. He was the monster at the gates, and she let him in.

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 love pink. He loves red. I crave strawberry milk. He craves... an HEIR?! I am just a normal college student. I like coding (badly), cute ribbons, and justice. My biggest problem was supposed to be passing Theology class. But I don't know how I ended up with a heavy diamond ring on my finger. One moment I was trying to hack a bad guy's phone, and the next, I was signing a contract with the Devil himself. Now, I live in his fortress. He treats me like a princess, but he looks at the world like he wants to burn it down. And the worst part? He keeps talking about his "Legacy." He wants a baby. RIGHT. NOW. Excuse me, Sir? I have midterms next week! Does the baby come before or after my exam?! Is it Stockholm Syndrome if the villain is your husband? Asking for a friend.