"Husbwand Hyungie?" "Yes, bun." What happens when a little human tornado enters in the life of Mr. Perfect?

Designed for destruction. Programmed for precision. Too bad this robot just wants to snuggle, bite, and glare at anyone who even breathes near Taehyung. He's soft, hot, and fully obsessed-and Taehyung's not okay. Warning: May cause uncontrollable squealing, side-eyes, and one hell of a gay crisis.

"You really think I'm out here giving this dick to anybody else, beautiful?" She swallowed, watching my hands go to my zipper. I smirked, leaning down, dragging my fingers up her thigh, over her soaked panties. "Look at yourself in the mirror, Jade."

I dragged my nails lightly over his chest, slow, my eyes locked on his. "You told me I was in control, remember?" My voice dipped lower, sultry, daring. I leaned close enough that my lips brushed his ear. "Then say it, baby. Say you're my bitch." A dark laugh rumbled from his lips, low and sinful, the kind that made my stomach flip. His eyes didn't waver, didn't blink. "I'm your bitch," he said...calm, but hot as fuck. The words rolled off his tongue like he'd been waiting to say them, and God, the way he said it almost made me melt right there.

A California writer with a broken routine. A Southern contractor with steady hands and a slower kind of love. When Aeluna moves to Louisville to renovate an old house and find her words again, the last thing she expects is Maverick - patient, grounded, and dangerously intentional. What starts as dust-covered floors and one page a day turns into late-night dinners, back porch confessions, and a man who looks at her like she's already home. But falling in love is easy. Letting yourself be chosen is harder. And Maverick doesn't do anything halfway.

I cupped her face, planting a soft kiss on her beautiful lips. "Don't ever run from me, baby," I said softly, letting my thumb trace her jaw. "I love the chase." Her jaw tightened, her hands coming up to try and move mine. "Stop calling me baby, Ezra," she snapped, eyes flashing. I couldn't help but grin, dropping my voice to something low and dark. "Ohhh, now my baby has a problem with me calling her baby?" She shot me a glare, but I just tucked her hair behind her ear, pressing another kiss to her lips-gentler this time, lingering. "You don't get to tell me what to call you, baby." I leaned in closer, brushing my nose against hers. "You're whatever the fuck I call you."

Title: "The Wrong Bride, The Right Heart" Summary: Shubman Gill-the name that sends shivers down every rival's spine. A ruthless, powerful mafia boss, known for his cold eyes and blood-stained reputation. Everything in his life is perfectly controlled... until the bride disappears. Ishika Kishan, the woman Shubman was supposed to marry in a strategic alliance, runs away on the day of the wedding. Chaos erupts. But before the world can know, someone else appears at the altar-Ishan Kishan, her twin brother, forced into the bridal attire by their panicking family. But here's the twist-Ishan is soft, cute, and innocent, a complete opposite to Shubman's brutal world. Shubman expected a cold, cunning bride. What he got was a wide-eyed boy who gets excited over butterflies and believes mafia men still have good hearts. But what surprises Shubman the most? He doesn't want to hurt this boy. He wants to protect him. Now the mafia world is confused: Why is the boss suddenly baking cupcakes with his "bride"? Why is he glaring murderously at anyone who makes Ishan cry? And... why is he falling in love? ---

Born into velvet halls and blood-soaked legacies, Alessio Moretti has everything-except certainty about who he wants to be. As the only son of Theo Moretti, a feared mafia kingpin, and Peter, a sweet yet unpredictable man with autism, Alessio carries the weight of expectations he never asked for. Everyone thinks he'll inherit the family empire. But Alessio isn't sure if he wants a gun in his hand... or peace in his future. Torn between becoming the next Moretti heir or living a quiet life as a "normal" boy, Alessio's world tilts further when a new bodyguard enters the estate-and Alessio falls for him at first sight. A boy who swore he wasn't gay suddenly finds himself questioning everything. With family secrets, teenage emotions, and the ever-present shadow of the underworld closing in, Alessio begins a journey of self-discovery. But can love grow in a world built on blood? This is the spin off from the book His Light (Soulmates)

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. KILL FOR HER IS OFFICIALLY LIVE ON AMAZON! ❤️ 🖤 LINK IN BIO🖤 A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

"You don't know what you do to me," he murmured against my skin. "You really don't." - Honesty, a Black girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. lives in Brick City, a row of red-brick apartments know for gangbangers and old grandmothers who yearn for a better place to live. She works nights at a corner store, saving every dollar to get her little brother out of the environment before he becomes part of it. She doesn't have time for love, drama, or distractions. Then Cesar, a quiet white boy with a raspy voice and sweet way with words, moves into the building next door. Who is just trying to make a living off his mechanic job. What happens when these two cross paths and fall in love? Read to find out. #2 hoodlove #4 bwwm #3 blacklove