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 *

Forced into marriage by duty and obligation, The Duke and Duchess of Rothbury parted ways a week after saying their vows under the explicit understanding that theirs was a marriage in name only. There would be no expectations of love, fidelity, or romance. The Duke hates the American Heiress who married him only for his title, completely unaffected by the senseless tragedy that had made their marriage necessary in the first place. When an illness forces him to retire to the country, he makes sure to choose the property where his wife wouldn't be. Except that she is, and she is still as insufferable as ever. The Duchess resents the man who killed her youthful dreams of love and abandoned her to live his bachelor life unencumbered. When she is jilted by her lover, and faced with inevitable ridicule, she decides to retire to her beloved estate in Cornwall, where she runs an orphanage. Never once does she expect to run into her cold, selfish, insufferable arse of a husband! Forced into each other's company by circumstance, the couple begin to unravel their individual prejudices. Resentment turns into respect and friendship. Respect and friendship soon turn into attraction and affection. Was love closer than either one of them could ever have imagined? And that begged the question; can the Duke win his wife's favor, or is it far too late to make their marriage a love match? Cover by MuniWilliams.

It started with a moan behind closed doors. It ended with her blindfolded, wrecked, and begging for more. Aria was the quiet assistant. The good girl. Until the night Roman Hayes caught her touching herself - not to porn, not to fantasy... but to the sound of her boss fucking someone else. He didn't fire her. He offered her a choice: Enter his world. No strings. No shame. No one can know. Now she's crawling through velvet hallways in stilettos, learning what it means to be owned, worshipped, and ruined by a man who swore he'd never love again. She calls him Sir - but nothing feels casual about the way he touches her. Nothing feels safe about how fast she's falling. He said it was just an arrangement. She said she could handle it. But obsession doesn't play by the rules. And when softness ruins a man like Roman... there's no going back.

//first place Inkitt winner// DEDICATED TO THE MBR BEAGLES AND ALL ANIMALS BRED, SOLD, TORTURED AND SLAUGHTERED AT THE HANDS OF VIVISECTION!! When the winged creatures fell out of the sky, most of humanity was wiped out in a single day. All of those over the age of thirteen were consumed, their souls lost to eternal purgatory. After humanity's fall, the winged creatures claimed their world. The surviving children were spared and imprisoned into secret locations. The younger humans were raised and conditioned to be nothing but food, but the older humans still remembered a world without suffering, a world where they had families and choices. Aurora is a nanny at one of those locations. She has helped to raise children for the last eight years, since her own capture at twelve. On her twentieth birthday, she faces the most heart-breaking transition of all; a transfer to the King's palace. Knowing she must now serve the winged creatures as a source for food, she stands before King Cain, the most feared winged creature and leader of all his species. The moment Cain feeds from Aurora he knows only two things. One, her soul is the purest energy he has ever tasted, and two, he could never hurt her again. Warning: this story contains upsetting scenes involving children. It also contains adult themes throughout including sexual content. REVIEWS INSIDE.

A Steamy Historical Romance Novel *Can be read without the others* (Not historically accurate novels) Lady Rebecca Turner loved her brother dearly, they had spent their childhood together playing and he always stood up for her. Her brother's downside, however, was his best friend, Lucien Montgomery the Duke of Horsham. They had spent their childhood taunting each other and since seeing him become a notorious rake, she liked winding him up even more. But now he's returned from the country after 3 years to make a name for himself in the ton, and Rebecca finds him as infuriating as ever but there's a heat to their exchanges that doesn't just come from her anger. Lucien Montgomery detests two things. His dukedom and his feelings for Lady Rebecca Turner. The spindly little girl who dogged her brothers footsteps their entire life and he had no intention of seeing her again after returning to the city. Except she's everywhere he goes and he can't seem to keep his eyes off her, or his mind. Determined to win over the one woman who doesn't like him, Lucien proposes a set of games to Rebecca, the winner gets to claim a prize from the loser. The best prank wins, but when hearts are involved, the games turn up the heat on their relationship and they may both find they're losers in the end....or both winners.

She belongs to him-and he makes sure she never forgets. He's dominant, possessive, and absolutely obsessed. When he wants her, he takes her. Hard. Rough. No questions asked. And she gives in to the heat, the punishment, the addiction of being owned by a man who doesn't share. But power is a dangerous drug-and she wants her own fix. In the aftermath of one night where he ruins her body, she takes control the next morning. Teasing. Taming. Turning the tables. Because if he thinks he owns her completely... She's ready to show him that two can play dirty. Their love isn't soft-it's savage. It's hands against walls, lips that bruise, and moans that never sound like mercy. It's sex laced with war, obsession dripping with need. And neither one of them will surrender.