Anneliese Grimstone was born to be sacrificed. Promised to a vampire lord she's never met, she breaks the rules, runs away... and pays the price. Betrayed and dragged back, she's made a prisoner of Lord Azarius Ashgrave, the cold, powerful ruler feared by all. He needs her powers. Her family demands her obedience. In a world of lies, power, and obsession, defying him might cost her everything, including her heart.

Some doors should never be opened. Some monsters wear beautiful faces. When Nairobi accepts a job at the most elite nightclub in Eldoria, she expects long nights, difficult customers, and a paycheck that will keep her afloat. what she doesn't expect is....him. Lucian Feared. Untouchable. Beautiful in ways that storms are beautiful....from a distance. The club hides secrets. People go missing. The staff doesn't ask questions. And the police? They already belong to him. But when Nairobi witnesses something she was never meant to see, she learns one terrifying truth: In Lucian's world... leaving is not an option. And worse? The more she fears him... The more she is drawn to him. Because some monsters don't chase. They claim.

ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ" ʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀʀʟᴇᴅ. "ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ" ◇◇◇◇ Trapped in a loveless marriage, she craves what she's forbidden to have. Aradhya's world is one of quiet suffering until her husband's enigmatic elder brother, Arjun, ignites a fire she thought was long dead. Slow burning desire turns into a dangerous obsession. Every stolen glance, every reckless touch pulls them deeper into a web of passion, secrets, and broken promises. This isn't a story for the faint hearted. It's raw. It's messy. It's the kind of love that bruises, consumes, and leaves you breathless. Dare to enter their world if you can handle the heat.

When Valeria Venezia takes a discreet nanny job in a secluded Italian villa, she doesn't expect the child to belong to Luciano Salvatore - ruthless mafia boss, billionaire kingpin, and a man whose name alone commands fear across Europe. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Luciano doesn't do relationships. He certainly doesn't do nannies. But Valeria's presence unsettles his carefully controlled world. She's not afraid of his threats. Not swayed by his money. And she's melting the ice around his heart faster than he can rebuild it. But the world Luciano lives in isn't safe - and neither is the obsession brewing between them. She came to care for a child. He plans to make her his. Whether she wants it or not. BOOK ONE OF SALVATORE SERIES.

His eyes never left hers. "Deny it, Jade. Convince me, if you can, that you feel nothing. That you do not wonder, just a little, what it would be like, to be with me, to sleep with me, to have me devour you." He watched her, his gaze unwavering, dissecting her reaction. Jade felt trapped, pinned by his intense stare, her mind a chaotic whirl of conflicting emotions. Her past self, the quiet, studious healer, would have fled, appalled by such blatant impropriety. But the woman standing before Roma, the woman who had spent weeks tending to his broken body, who had heard his rough jokes and suffered his crude remarks, was different. She said nothing, could say nothing. Her throat was tight, her breath shallow. The blush on her face burned fiercely, a testament to her inexperience, yes, but also to the undeniable, unsettling truth of his words. She had wondered. She had felt the tremor. And Roma, with his sharp, brutal honesty, had seen through her carefully constructed walls, leaving her exposed, vulnerable, and utterly speechless. The sexual tension in the small room was a palpable thing, a living entity that coiled and tightened around them, suffocating the air, promising a fire that could consume them both. Roma, satisfied by her silence, by the raw exposure in her eyes, finally broke their stare, a slow, triumphant smirk playing on his lips. "Good," he murmured, his voice laced with dark amusement. "We're making progress. We are making very good progress indeed." Jade turned away abruptly, her heart pounding a frantic rhythm against her ribs. She busied herself with rearranging the small table for what felt like the hundredth time, her hands shaking slightly.

He was Stone Cold.. literally. Frozen in time for centuries, A vampire awaiting his beloved to set him free. History always fascinated her. But she had no idea that it wasn't history that tugged her towards itself. It was the one who lived in the history. A cursed vampire lord turned to stone, A human girl born to lift his curse. Read more to find out how their story unfolds. (It's my first story. Please go easy on me ❤) ~I don't own the picture used in the cover.~

When twenty-year-old Lina returns home for the Great Hunt, she hopes to finally meet her destined mate. But nothing prepares her for the moment she locks eyes with Nero-a powerful Alpha twice her age, carrying the carcass of a deadly grizzly. The mate bond ignites instantly... but Nero is already married with a daughter. As tradition, loyalty, and desire collide, Lina and Nero must navigate a forbidden connection that could shatter his reputation as an Alpha of his pack as well as Lina's heart.

Copyright © 2025 by Bookish Dae Caspian Stone, a grumpy mafia king, finds his world irrevocably brightened by Ayla Evans, a sweet and sunny bookseller. In a devastating strategic move to protect her from a rival, he betrays her, shattering her heart and trust. His plan spirals into chaos when someone he trusted the most betrays them,.

You're the last woman I should touch... and the only one I burn for. He's a ruthless king bound by duty. She's the forbidden temptation he was never meant to touch. Violet was raised to destroy him, but one look, one touch, and she's caught in a fire she can't escape. Dark secrets swirl around them. Desire burns between them. And in a palace built on lies, surrendering to passion may be the most dangerous betrayal of all. Author's Note: This is Book Two of "The House of Dravenmore" book series, following the next generation of royal intrigue, forbidden love, and legacy-born curses. While connected to the events of Book One, this story can be read and enjoyed on its own. Copyright Disclaimer © MaryRose 2025 This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and settings are the products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or real events is purely coincidental. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, or distributed in any form without the author's express written permission.

( FULL BOOK NOW AVAILABLE VIA THE LINK IN MY BIO ) A prophecy followed Dmitri Volkov like a curse. It claimed he carried the soul of Olkov, the first vampire, a creature so ancient that even legends faltered when speaking his name. Dmitri never cared for prophecies, but the world did. His parents feared what lived in him. His people bowed to him. One wrong look from him could decide who survived the night. Still, there was a truth he never admitted. He wanted the bond his kind had lost. The kind of love that could break an immortal in half and rebuild him. He mocked it when he saw it in others, but he longed for it in silence. He sat hidden in the darkest corner of his Russian club, bourbon sharp on his tongue, bass shaking the floor under his boots. The room pulsed with heat and sin, but none of it touched him. Then it came. A scent. Soft. Warm. Alive. It hit him so hard his chest tightened. His guards tensed as he sat forward, hair falling from his face. The noise faded. The crowd blurred. He followed the scent like it pulled him by the spine. A voice followed it. Gentle. Shy. Tinged with irritation. It slid through the room and wrapped around him like a tether. His eyes found her. Red hair cascading to her waist. Golden skin lit up by the neon glow. A camera at her side. She stood in a world she did not belong to, unaware of the predator watching her from the shadows. He begged her to turn. She did. Their eyes met, and her soft gasp shattered something inside him. For the first time in centuries, Dmitri Volkov felt his dead heart try to wake. * I DO NOT OWN THE PICTURE *