Dante Brown has met many challenges in his life, all of them crumbled beneath the ground he walked. He is arrogant, cunning and brooding. He's on top of the world, a CEO for one of the largest companies in New York City. Nothing was tearing him down. Until her. Amelia Rhodes had been dealt the worst in life. Facing many hardships and a rough past. With no family as a safety net and only the strength of believing in herself, she makes it. She's finally found a decent job and a half decent apartment in the big Apple. When one night forces these two complete opposites together, bound by a contract, both face an even bigger challenge. Hating someone as much as you are falling in love with them. Highest rankings: #1 in Fiction #1 in Arrogant #3 in Enemiestolovers #5 in NewAdult #8 in Chicklit

"You don't belong to your father anymore, Elena. You belong to me. And I don't share my toys." Elena Kelly was the sheltered princess of the Irish Mob, until her father made a fatal mistake: he stole from the Italians. To pay his massive debt and save his empire, he did the unthinkable. He sold his only daughter. Enter Alessandro Russo. The ruthless, untouchable Don of the New York Famiglia. He is cold, calculated, and wears a suit as perfectly as he wields a gun. He took Elena as collateral, intending to break her spirit and use her to humiliate his Irish rivals. But Elena isn't a fragile doll, and she refuses to bow to the devil in a tailored suit. Trapped in his sprawling, high-security penthouse, a dangerous game of control and seduction begins. Alessandro realizes his fiery Irish captive is slipping under his skin, waking a dark, possessive obsession he cannot control. And when a rival cartel targets Elena to get to the Don, they learn a terrifying truth: Alessandro Russo doesn't just protect what's his. He paints the city in blood for it. Will Elena survive the monster she was sold to, or will she become the Queen of his dark empire?

In my own house, I was nothing more than a servant- a ghost with my father's name and none of his love. Until the most powerful man in the room looked at me... and chose me. Not for love. Not for desire. But to destroy someone else. Ares Hawthorne doesn't ask. He decides. And that night, he decided I would be his wife. Just like that- I was traded, signed, and sealed into a marriage I never wanted. He calls me "wife" like it's a warning. Touches me like I'm something he owns. Looks at me like I'm a game he already won. But I won't break for him. I won't beg. And I refuse to become another thing he controls. The problem? The more I resist him... the more dangerous he becomes. Because Ares Hawthorne doesn't lose. And now... I'm the one thing he can't control. The Sovereign. The Saint. A marriage built on control, power, and something far more dangerous than love. This isn't a fairytale. There's no prince. And there's definitely no soft romance here. Just obsession. Tension. And a man who doesn't know how to feel- until her. _____ A Glimpse "Feel how easily I slide in?" he whispered hotly against her ear, breath warm on her damp skin. "This body knows who it belongs to now. Even if your mouth still fights me... your pussy doesn't lie." Celeste bit her lip, trying not to moan, but her hips rocked helplessly against his hand. "Tell me to stop," he challenged, pumping his fingers faster, deeper. "Say the word and I'll walk away... or spread your legs wider and let me ruin you properly." ----- A dark romance with a possessive antihero, "touch her and die". "His to Devour | 18+" is a standalone dark romance novel. It is the 5th book of the "The Hawthorne Legacy " series.

"The Hacker and the Mob Boss" ❦ Reyna Fields seems to be an ordinary girl with her thick-framed glasses, baggy clothes, hair always up in a ponytail, and her head tucked away behind a computer screen. However, no one knows she's armed with a genius IQ and a heart of gold. She hacks her way into virtual systems on a search for her mother. Unfortunately for her, she has hacked into the wrong database. She hacked into the database of the notorious mob boss, Santino "Saint" Venturi. Saint is the opposite of his name. He's known for his ruthlessness. As a mob boss to a mafia, he learned to eat or be eaten. When Reyna stumbles upon his database, a plan dispersed into his mind. He's going to take her. ❦ "I don't share, angel." "He's a friend," she found herself saying. Dante was too busy staring at her to notice the fiery glare in Saint's eyes. She was mentally praying that Dante would just look away. His fingers trailed up her leg before his hand latched onto her sex. He held her there while a small gasp left her lips. "I will fuck you on this table if he doesn't stop looking at what belongs to me." ❦ READ BOOK 2 -> The Kingmaker HIGHEST RANKING: #5 romance - 6/26/22 Dark Romance Cover by @-simplyhan

What if everything that you thought defined you-suddenly didn't? Scarlett Ryan McKenna had one plan: run fast, win big, and leave everyone else in dust. But after a devastating careless injury ends her track career, she's forced to move into a house full of hockey players-crutches, pride and all. Sean Callahan wasn't planning on female roommates, especially not the sharp, stubborn girl who steals his hoodies, challenges his routines, and somehow sees straight through the golden boy act he shows everyone else. ----- He is the NHL-bound captain who's supposed to have it all figured out. She is the track star learning how to stand still for once. And neither of them knows how to handle the kind of chemistry that can't be trained for. What if healing meant breaking the rules-and letting someone in? Line Change is a swoony, emotionally-charged college romance about second chances, learning how to breathe again, and falling for the person who sees the parts of you you've tried to hide. < This is the first book of the Line Change - Boston University Sports Romance Series. >

The marriage was decided in a room that smelled of smoke, blood, and old money. She was never asked. To the world beyond the locked gates, the two brothers were monsters-names whispered in fear, kings of an underworld built on extortion, bodies, and silence. The elder brother ruled with a mind like a blade: sharp, cold, precise. He calculated lives the way others counted coins, and mercy was a language he never learned. The younger brother was worse in a different way-raised without softness, trained without restraint. A beast shaped into human form, a killing machine who understood commands better than emotions. She had never seen the outside world. Never felt sunlight without bars between her and the sky. Her life had been a narrow corridor of obedience and bruises, raised by family who taught her silence before speech and pain before hope. She learned early that surviving meant enduring, that breathing quietly was safer than breathing freely. As mentioned the credits: the pictures used in this are not mine and it's right to its respectful owners.

One night was never supposed to matter. ‎ ‎After a messy breakup and way too many drinks, Elizabeth Greene ended up in bed with a gorgeous stranger. He had piercing gray eyes and a body so ridiculously hot it made her stay a lot longer than she should have. She still did the smart thing, though. She slipped out before sunrise, ready to forget the mistake and move on. ‎ ‎She didn't realize the paparazzi were watching. Or that the stranger was Arthur Darrington. ‎ ‎Now their photos are everywhere, and Arthur's family empire is at risk. He isn't used to losing control, and he's definitely not used to being ghosted. He tracks her down with an offer: play the part of his perfect girlfriend, fix his image, and get a paycheck that will change her life. ‎ ‎The only rule? It's strictly business. No feelings allowed. ‎ ‎Elizabeth knows it's a bad idea, but she needs the money, and she isn't about to let a billionaire intimidate her. She's blunt, she talks back, and she pushes every single one of his buttons. But the more she challenges him, the more Arthur realizes he doesn't just want her for the cameras. ‎ ‎The performance is starting to feel way too real, and neither of them is ready for what happens when the acting stops.

She came back for a job. She stayed for a hockey player she was never supposed to want. Morgan Cross thought returning to Winnipeg would be temporary. One season. One clean exit. Then Miller Hayes steps back into her life, the team's enforcer, her brother's best friend, and the one man who still knows how to undo her with a single look. Every practice fuels the tension. Every late night blurs the line. Miller has spent years holding himself back, but as the season heats up, control becomes a losing game. Because some lines aren't meant to be held forever. Holding the Line is a slow-burn hockey romance packed with longing, locker room tension, and a love that was never as buried as they thought.

Sugar's addicting. So is she. Graham Davis has two addictions: Hockey-and Gracie Daniels. (Not that he knows it yet.) At St. Brown University, Gracie Daniels is the golden girl. Blonde ponytail, perfect smile, always saying yes. So when she's asked to manage PR for the hockey team, she agrees-hoping to help thaw their notoriously icy captain. But Graham Davis doesn't melt. He's distant, guarded, and doesn't need help from a pink-sweater-wearing perfectionist... until he starts noticing things he shouldn't. Skipped meals. Covered bruises. Flinches too small to be accidental. Gracie is sweet, bright, and hiding more than anyone knows. And Graham can't stop looking.

"What I do to you, is no one's business but mine." He seethes in a low tone, watching me carefully as my teeth grind together in anger. • • • Rogues and Royals never mixed. The royal family was run by nothing but cold hearts and merciless hands. I, Everleigh Holloway, wanted nothing to do with those murderers hiding behind gold platters and shiny jewels. But my fate was inevitable. A rogue, mated to the crowned King Nikolas Castellano II. You could only laugh at it. He was a man with no humanity in his eyes, no life, no feelings or even an ounce of remorse, and I was just another spawn in his game of chess.