At eighteen, Josephine's life is a rigid cycle of survival. After being disowned at fifteen and abandoned by the father of her child, she has spent the last two years working nonstop to provide for her son, Ethan. Every cent of her $22.90 hourly wage at an upscale downtown hotel is accounted for, split between a $1,120 monthly rent for a crumbling apartment and the $13 an hour she pays her unreliable babysitter. She exists in the shadows of the night shift, scrubbing floors and changing linens while the rest of the world sleeps. The fragile balance of her life is threatened when Barrett and Andrew arrive. The twenty-year-old heirs are arrogant, conceited, and only at the hotel to prove a point to their wealthy parents. They want their trust funds early, and they treat the workplace like a playground. To them, everything and everyone is disposable. When Josephine's babysitter chooses a date with her boyfriend over her responsibilities, she drops two-year-old Ethan at the hotel curb, leaving him with the new valet team: Barrett and Andrew. Josephine finishes her shift to find her son in the middle of a chaotic scene, her terror quickly turning to fury. But as the hotel manager prepares to fire her for the disturbance, Barrett intervenes with a lie. He claims Ethan is his little brother, dropped off by mistake. Knowing the power their family wields, the manager retreats, leaving Josephine tethered to a lie told by the very type of man she despises most. Now, Josephine is left without a babysitter and to make matters worse, Ethan has taken a sudden liking to the two arrogant men who saved his mother's job.

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

[WARNING - EXPLICIT CONTENT] I pulled my elbow from his death grip. "You're ashamed of me. Admit it. You hate the idea of been seen with me." I shot venomous accusations his way. He didn't look at me. I'd rejected his kiss, pushed him away from and in return he'd turned cold and cruel, again. He'd shown nothing but hatred for me in public yet held me with aching tenderness when it was just us. I was sick of his games. He needed to decide whether he wanted me or not. "You parade new girls daily in front of my eyes," a sob escaped my throat. "And don't even deny you don't occasionally screw Charlotte behind my back." His ice blue eyes pierced my soul with his sharp gaze. He was teetering on the verge of lashing out on me. "How would you feel if I did the same to you, huh?" I pushed at his stiff chest. "Had several boyfriends, invited them to our home." His eyes cut to me, and a look darker than I've ever seen clouded his features I gestured to our grandiose home bought by his dizzying wealth. "And parade them right in front--" Before I knew it, I was face down and nearly suffocated by the soft material of our couch, I barely noticed my skirt pushed upwards and panties shoved aside. "You're my goddamn wife, Astoria. I will not tolerate your defiance." The sound of his belt loosening, zipper lowering, he entered me violently taking my breath with him. "Yet everyone thinks I'm still your charity case because you won't claim me." "You want to be claimed? Fine. But I am warning you, this lifestyle you're so accustomed to will be gone. I will be dirt poor and your family will be fired." "Then divorce and set me free. I am done being your dirty secret." Axel Trent, the spoiled prince always got whatever he wished for, and I was one of the thing he had wished to possess. Our fate were meant to collide in the cruelest way possible. It left me shattered. THIS IS A TOXIC ROMANCE BOOK. DON'T EXPECT HEART AND FLOWERS cover by IvvyKy

Nineteen-year-old Dahlia took the job for the paycheck, plain and simple. When she signed up to babysit five-year-old Mia, she expected nothing more than a few hours of coloring books and easy money to help get her life started. She didn't expect to walk into a house that felt like a beautifully decorated cage. Christian was only twenty-two, but he had been playing the role of a husband and father since he was seventeen. A single night's mistake with Harper had turned into a lifetime of commitment. He lived in a house he was forced to buy, married to a woman who treated their daughter like an inconvenience. He stayed with her only for Mia, working from home in a quiet, isolated world while Harper spent her days anywhere but with her family. Dahlia was the first breath of fresh air the house had seen in years. She didn't just watch the clock; she genuinely cared for Mia in a way Harper never did. As Christian watched her from his home office, the distance between them started to feel unbearable. While Harper was out, the house grew quiet, and the air between Dahlia and Christian grew heavy. Every shared laugh over Mia's jokes and every lingering look in the house made the truth harder to ignore. Dahlia felt the crushing weight of the guilt, reminding herself that he belonged to someone else. She wasn't the girl who crossed lines or ruined marriages... until she was. #3 in love

Liam is a guy with a rough past. He doesn't say much. He preferably says nothing actually. The only ways to clear his head are boxing, drawing and drinking. Lots and lots of drinking. A little bit of drugs here and there are also not bad. Oh, and he's Spanish ;) Abby has a nice life, except for the fact that her dad is an alcoholist. He's getting worse everyday, though at least she can stay over at her brother's, Luke, house when things get bad. She also has a best friend, who she can rely on. When Liam and Abby meet? Oh they do not like each other. Abby thinks Liam is an asshole, and she really hates it when she finds out he works at her brothers tattooshop...

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒎𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇." I was born untouchable-the dangerous daughter of one of the most feared men in the city. And then there's Elias Cross. My personal bodyguard. Six-foot-four. Handsome. Strict. Forbidden in every way that matters. It started as provocation. Now it's obsession. He's supposed to keep his hands to himself. But I will make sure it's impossible for him to not touch me because, Elias Cross was mine the moment he laid eyes on me.💋 👑 HIGHEST RANKINGS 👑 #1 in bodyguard- 29/01/26 #1 in action-romance - 08/02/26

I didn't mean to see it. It's his fault for leaving his door open while he was getting changed. I've seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house. He's cocky and sexy and when he calls me princess I want to punch him in the mouth. But I've never seen a d*ck that big, and now that I have, I can't seem to think of anything else. I want him, but crossing the line could risk the happiness of our new home. Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess I'm going to have to find a way. And the masked Halloween party at his best friend's house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up

Ace Emerson is the most hot, sexy, and arrogant playboy in New York. He is ruthless when it comes to business and women. He has gone through women like clothes. Violet Jones is a smart, great looking, and independent woman who is honest and loving. They are polar opposites but you know what they say, "opposites attract". What happens when Violet gets the job position of being Ace's P.A? Forget that. What happens on her first day of work when she finds out that she will be married to her arrogant, rude, and heartless boss? Will sparks fly or will a fire ignite?