One glance at the woman in that video, and my life was forever changed. She’s a fashion designer. Her growth in the fashion industry is important to her. The spark in her eyes tells me she’s a fighter. That sharp tongue of hers backs up my suspicions. Fashion designer Claire Ainsley doesn’t date. She damn sure doesn’t believe in love. She’s got a secret and so do I. My unconventional way of making her my wife and Donna of my family may cause those around me to look at me sideways. Especially since I’m at war with a New York crime family who’s coming after the Romano crime ...

Hugh: She’s a flame in emerald silk, slipping past my security with a smile that dares me to stop her. I run Caesars Palace from the shadows—calculated, controlled, untouchable. But the second she walks in, I’m toast. She’s tangled with the Vegas mob, caught in a heist that could bring the whole empire down. I should shut her out. Instead, I pull her in—closer, deeper, until I can’t tell where the danger ends and the need begins. She’s the one risk I can’t walk away from. And if protecting her means upsetting the house… Then let it fall. Trixie: I’ve survived on ...

Rowan St. Clair is completely and irrevocably in love with her boss, Vincent Akopov. To him, she’s been invisible for years. But that changes in a single moment. An unexpected errand leads Rowan to stumble upon Vincent in an intimate encounter with another woman. Instead of the mortifying embarrassment she expects, she gets a wink that leaves her breathless. And the following day, she’s shocked to receive a promotion she didn’t ask for. “Congratulations, Ms. St. Clair. You’re my new personal assistant.”

Falling for the grumpy billionaire boss was never part of the plan. Billionaire Steven Ross is grumpy, cold, calculated, and impossible to please. He glares like I’m a walking disaster. Maybe I am, with my bright ideas and even brighter lipstick. I was hired to fix his company and shake things up. He hates me. But underneath the growl and the glare, I catch glimpses of something else. He checks on me when I work late. He defends me in front of the board. And one night, when I’m spiraling, he just… holds me. I tell myself it means nothing. Then when we get stuck in the elevator he ...

Paired with an infuriatingly cocky partner, she already thinks this job sucks, One case of mistaken identity later, things are going to get a whole lot worse… HER I’ve had some tough jobs in my time as a stuntwoman, but this one takes the cake, Cole is the coworker from hell – a cocky, risk-taking, devil-may-care jerk. And if there’s anyone I wouldn’t want to end up in a real emergency with, it’s him… HIM After serving as a Navy SEAL, performing fake fights for the cameras was never going to faze me, Sure, I take some risks, but I always know my limits, Clearly, Heather ...

He’s the enemy of my family— And the first man to ever touch me. One second, I’m walking down the aisle. The next, I’m in a cabin with a mafia enforcer who looks at me like I’m already his. Max Mastroni is cold. Brutal. Covered in scars. He says I’m just leverage—bait for my father. But his hands say something else. So do the things he makes me feel. I try to run. I scream, I fight, I curse his name. But he doesn’t care that I’m untouched. He just says he’ll ruin me gently. I thought I knew what hate was. Turns out it looks a lot like obsession. And sounds a lot like his...

Duty was supposed to be simple—until she walked into his mission. Ethan Cross doesn’t get emotionally involved. As the head of Citadel Solutions, he handles high-stakes security with military precision and zero distractions. Protecting international pop star Nova Rivers from a dangerous stalker? Just another job. Until he meets her sister. Melanie Rivers is the quiet force behind Nova’s chaotic empire—efficient, invisible, and utterly selfless. She’s spent her life in the shadows, sacrificing her dreams to hold her family together. But Ethan notices what no one else does—the way...

My Hero is a Sweet & Steamy Slow-Burn BWWM Short Romance Zari: I lived in the background of my own life, curled around pain, ruled by a body that never quite obeyed. With lupus, even the smallest things felt like battles, and love? That felt impossible. Until the building’s brooding maintenance man started looking at me like I was different from the rest and became my hero when I needed it the most. Rynn: She didn’t know I was watching. But I was, every day. The woman who limped down the hallway and still managed to carry on like her pain didn’t matter. I told myself it was nothing, ...

They say fire cleanses. They never watched it steal the only person who ever mattered. Two years ago, I buried my sister in ash and screams—her life stolen by the same criminal empire I swore to dismantle. Now I’m back on Oʻahu, undercover, armed with ink, steel, and a name that’s not mine. Every tattoo I give brings me closer to the man who lit the match. Makoa Keahi. Ex-priest. Syndicate king. A legend carved in blood and ink with storm-gray eyes and a scar that cuts deeper than it looks. He’s everything I should hate. But the closer I get, the more I see the cracks in his empire...

Ana Marriage was my sentence—my family's shield against the Voronins' wrath. I played along. Took the vows. Wore the ring. Then I vanished. Living with Dima Voronin—cold, lethal, and calculating—was never an option. But now, with nowhere left to run, I find myself back in his world. Back under his control. Back in his bed. And the way he watches me now? Like he's finally claiming what's his. I should flee before I burn. Yet I wonder—was I ever truly free? Dima Two years ago, my bride walked away. I let her go. I needed war, not a wife. Now Ana returns, trailing chaos and enemies, ...

I hate Nico Moretti. The Reaper. The man who turns blood into power, whose name is spoken in fear and reverence. And in forty-eight hours, I'll be wearing his ring. Our marriage is meant to prevent a war, but it's the very thing that might ignite one. A mole is revealing sensitive information, causing chaos amongst mafia heads, threatening to destroy both our families. My father calls it business—like trading me to the devil is nothing more than balancing the books. I tell myself I can do this—I'm a Bellanti. I've survived worse than becoming a mobster's bride. But the real betrayal? My...

I was seconds from making the biggest mistake of my life—marrying a man I didn’t love—when a helicopter crashed my wedding and out stepped the only man I’ve ever wanted. The one I thought I’d lost forever. Knox Vance. Billionaire. Obsessive. My worst mistake and my greatest sin. He throws me over his shoulder and kidnaps me on my wedding day. Why? Turns out, Knox just found out I’m carrying his baby. And now? He’s never letting me go.

Loss can be crippling. It can make you want to curl up into a ball and die. The grief of it all can change love into hate in an instant. That's what happened between Jason and Olivia. They lost something so precious that it caused their love and world to crumble around them. Years later, fate brings them back together. Can they find their way back to one another, or is the damage too deep? This story may have some triggers for some people.

Eleanor I was never meant to be free. My father made sure of that, treating me like one of his diamonds. Precious, polished, and locked away until sold to the highest bidder—Leonardo Rossetti, the hotheaded son of the most ruthless crime family in New York. Our marriage was a business deal, nothing more. He made that clear the moment we exchanged vows. I wasn’t his wife, I was his possession. A pawn in his family’s empire. He made the rules. I broke them. I ran. I lied. I fought him at every turn. Because if he thought I would submit, he was wrong. If he thought I would fear him, he ...

He's destined for the White House and engaged to be married next month. Except he just married me instead. While drunk in Vegas. Bradford Black. He's powerful. Rich as sin. And he's now my husband. His fiancée hates me. His political advisors want me gone. The world can't get enough of me and the scandal we've caused. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to pretend none of this is happening. But, oh God. My husband doesn't care about the scandal because all he cares about is me. He's possessive, grumpy, and determined for us to stay married.