There are three ways a girl ends up in a biker bar at midnight: bad luck, bad choices, or a really, really bad ex.Maya has all three.After catching her fiancé in bed with her best friend, Maya does the only thing that makes sense — she runs. No plan. No destination. Just a beat-up sedan and a heart held together by spite. She lands in Nowhere, Montana: a town so small it doesn't even have a traffic light. Just a dusty main street, a lot of silence, and one bar called The Rusty Cage.She only wants to disappear. To heal. To be left alone.Then Knox walks out of the shadows.He's the president of the Devil's Reapers MC. His arms are sleeved in ink — skulls, roses, a dagger wrapped around a snake. His voice is gravel and broken promises. And the second his dark eyes land on her, something shifts in the room. He doesn't just see her. He claims her."You're new," he says. Not a question. A verdict.Maya should be terrified. Any sane woman would be. But there's something in the way he watches her — not like prey, but like something precious he just found in the trash. And behind him, three other bikers lean in with matching smirks. The pretty one with the nose ring. The quiet one who never blinks. The giant who could break a man in half and smile about it.They're not rivals. They're a pack.And they've decided she's theirs.Knox offers her a deal: stay. Work the bar. Let them scare off whatever disaster is chasing her. In exchange, she stops looking at him like he's a tsunami. But Maya has never been good at following rules. And tsunamis, as Knox points out, are warm. They take you somewhere new.But her past isn't done with her. Her ex isn't the forgiving type. And when the ghosts catch up, Maya will learn just how far four monsters will go to protect what's theirs. They'll burn the world down — and laugh while it burns.The only question is: will she ride with them… or cry alone?---Ride or Cry is a hopeful, funny, and heart-gripping biker romance about found family, second chances, and the kind of love that doesn't ask permission. Perfect for readers who like their bad boys with a soft center, their heroines with a backbone, and their happily-ever-aftres hard won

**THE PACT OF FIVE**Five alphas. One rule. *No touching.*I grew up with them—Cole’s golden charm, Jax’s reckless fire, Zane’s silent intensity, Micah’s wicked humor, and Knox’s *dark* dominance. My brother’s best friends. My protectors. My *nightmares.*They made a pact: *If any of them touched me before my 18th birthday, they’d walk away forever.*But the pact didn’t stop the *hunger.*Now, with thirty days left, their looks burn hotter than their words. Cole’s knee *brushes* mine under the table. Jax’s fingers *linger* on my waist. Zane’s gaze *strips* me bare. Micah’s jokes turn *filthy.* And Knox? Knox *whispers* promises in my ear that make my skin *burn.*The countdown begins. The rules are breaking. And I *want* them to.Because here’s the truth they don’t know yet: *I don’t want to choose.*I want them *all.*And when the pact ends? The real war begins.**A dark, possessive reverse harem romance with brother’s best friends, forbidden desire, and alphas who refuse to share—until they have no choice.**

I’ve loved him since I was fifteen.Ethan Carter—my father’s best friend. The man who carried me on his shoulders when I was little, who taught me how to ride a bike, who never once looked at me the way I looked at him.Noble. Untouchable. Off-limits.I buried every fantasy, every stolen glance, every dream where his hands—*rough, calloused, his—finally touched me the way I ached for.Then my parents dropped the bomb."We’re moving to Paris. You’ll stay with Ethan."Two years. Alone. With him.Now his bedroom is across the hall. I hear him come home at night—late, frustrated, hard. He hears me cry in my sleep—because I know he wants me too.I promised myself this was my only chance.But Ethan has secrets darker than his desire. And when he looks at me with those hungry eyes, I realize:I’m not the only one burning.He says he’s protecting me.I say he’s afraid.Tonight, I stop being afraid.

I remembered dying before I remembered loving him. Three years ago, I married Leo Cross. Cold. Calculating. A contract signed in ink and sealed with indifference. I told myself it was just business. A transaction to save my family. He told himself the same. Nine years we'd known each other. Nine years I'd loved him from a distance. Nine years he'd kept me at arm's length because feeling something was too dangerous for Leo Cross. Then the car accident happened. I woke up in a hospital bed with three broken ribs and a memory that wasn't mine. A book I'd never read. A page I'd never turned. Page 412. The warehouse. The fire. The smoke filling my lungs while Leo held another woman's hand and watched me burn. I was the villainess. I was supposed to die. So I did what any sensible villainess would do. I asked for a divorce. But Leo Cross doesn't let go. He begged. He pleaded. He fell to his knees beside my hospital bed and promised me one year. One year to prove he wasn't the man in that book. One year until the fire. One year until I was supposed to die. I should have run. I should have disappeared. But I was carrying his child. And even villainesses deserve a happy ending. Some contracts are meant to be broken. Some promises are meant to burn.

She saw her death in the future.He's the one who's supposed to pull the trigger.Iris Thorne is the Ghost—the world's most notorious quantum thief. She steals information from the future and sells it to the highest bidder. It's dangerous work. It's lonely work. And it's slowly killing her.But when a routine job goes wrong, Iris sees something she never expected: her own death. A headline. A date. A location. In three weeks, she's going to die in a brutal London attack.The killer? A rival thief with a wolf's smile and eyes that promise danger.His name is Silas Vance. And he's supposed to be the one who kills her.Except he doesn't want to.He wants to help her change the future. Together, they have three weeks to uncover the conspiracy behind her death. Three weeks to outrun the shadow organization that's been hunting them both. Three weeks to figure out if they're enemies, allies, or something far more dangerous.Because the future they saw isn't just a warning.It's a promise.And some promises are meant to be broken.

One wild night. Too much whiskey. A decision neither remembers making.Mia Carter wakes up in a luxury penthouse, beside a stranger — Nikolai Romanov: ruthless billionaire, cold-hearted tycoon, and the kind of man who plays by his own rules. And the worst part? They are legally married.It was supposed to be nothing but a drunk mistake. Annul it, walk away, and forget it ever happened. But Nikolai refuses to risk scandal — and Mia can’t refuse his offer: stay his fake wife for three months, and he will wipe out every cent of her family’s debt and save their only café.A simple contract: No feelings. No questions. No getting too close.But lines blur fast. Between heated arguments, dangerous chemistry, and secrets hiding behind every door, what starts as a deal quickly turns into something neither can control.Can two people who started as strangers and enemies survive a marriage built on lies? Or will this “mistake” become the only thing that changes their lives forever?

They called me cripple. The lame girl. The one who should beg for scraps and stay silent. I let them laugh. I let them think I was nothing. Then I stepped onto that stage and sang their eulogy. Now Derek Vance—the playboy who mocked me loudest—sleeps with my name on his lips. He follows me to registration. He begs to be my manager. He thinks I might forgive him. I won't. I'll use him. Noah Chen—the coward who watched me fall for three years and never once caught me—sends flowers. I burn them in front of his face. He says he'll wait forever. I say he'll die waiting. This isn't a Cinderella story. I'm not looking for a prince. I'm looking for revenge. A record deal. And the satisfaction of watching every person who ever underestimated me choke on their own laughter. Derek wants to own me? Too bad. I'm the one who collects souls now.

I ran from a gilded cage and a man who thought love meant ownership. Blackpine was supposed to be my safe haven — a place to vanish, to breathe, to start over. But I didn’t find freedom. I found him. Kael Vance — President of the Iron Vipers MC, covered in ink and power, a beast on two wheels and the devil in disguise. He rules this town with an iron fist, lives two lives: ruthless biker by night, untouchable billionaire by day. The second I stepped into his bar, he claimed me. No questions. No escape. “You think you ran from one prison, baby? Cute. You just walked straight into mine.” He says he’ll protect me from the ex-husband hunting me down. But his protection comes with a price — my obedience, my body, and eventually… my heart. Now I’m trapped between the hell I left behind and the dangerous, addictive beast who wants to own every single inch of me. Will I run again… or learn to love the ride?

He marked me as his mate… but never wanted me.For two years, I was nothing but a ghost in my own life — a Luna in name only, sleeping in cold sheets, watching my own mate hand my place, my home, and my respect to another woman. Kael called me weak, called me jealous, called me invisible. Until the day I stopped begging for crumbs and walked away.Straight into the arms of the monster everyone fears.Damian — Alpha of Blackspine, the Beast King, a man covered in scars and rumors. They say he kills without mercy, takes what he wants, and fucks like a storm. The moment his eyes locked on mine, everything changed. He growled that my bond was dead, that Kael never truly claimed me — and that he was the only one who ever would.He promised to wake every part of me I’d kept buried. To burn away every trace of the man who discarded me. To get so deep under my skin, I’d never want anyone else again.Now Kael is screaming for me back — not out of love, but out of pride. But it’s too late. The beast has already staked his claim. And when a monster decides you’re his? He doesn’t share. He doesn’t hold back. And he sure as hell never lets go.

Kiss or Miss? by Emmanuel RichMaya Jones has a problem.She's twenty two years old. She writes romance novels for a living. And she has never, ever been kissed.Not a peck. Not a dare. Not even a drunk "you'll do" situation at a party. Her lips are basically a private club with no members. She writes love scenes based on anime and fanfiction. Her last book got two stars because the heroine blushed forty seven times and the hero's abs were described like a geography lesson.So when Ethan the poetry guy texts her to meet at a dive bar, she thinks this is it. She wears the good bra. She curls her hair. She burns her ear and cries for three minutes but moves on.Then she trips over a broken tile.Face first. Curly fries everywhere. A single fry sticks to her forehead like a tiny greasy crown. Ethan looks down at her, wipes his fingers on her sleeve, says "you good, bro," and walks away to talk to a girl in leather pants.Someone takes a picture. Four million views. Maya becomes a meme. The fry girl. The girl who fell harder than your dad when he left for cigarettes.She's hiding in the bathroom stall when Zayn walks in.Zayn is tall, tattooed, and smells like coffee and bad decisions. His hoodie says "I Poop In Peace." He won a romance writing contest last year with a book called Spreadsheets & Seduction, about a woman who falls in love with a pivot table. And it was actually good. Maya hates him on principle.He crouches down next to her on the bathroom floor. Cross legged like a kid. He shows her a tweet. HarperCollins is offering fifty thousand dollars for a romantic comedy. Deadline three months."Your books flop because you've never been kissed," he says. "My books flop because I write love like a math problem. So here's the deal. You teach me how to feel feelings. I teach you how to kiss someone without sounding like a robot."Maya laughs so hard she snorts.Then her grandma Ruby bursts in. Seventy two years old. Sequined cowboy hat. Flip flops with socks. Holding a corndog. She takes one look at Zayn, one look at the napkin deal, and pulls out her phone."You gonna kiss my granddaughter or just sit on a piss floor like a weirdo?"And Maya doesn't know why. Maybe the concussion. Maybe the fry grease. But she leans in and kisses him.Just a quick one. On the lips. He tastes like coffee.Grandma Ruby posts the picture. Two hundred thousand likes. The internet loses its mind.Now Maya is fake dating her rival. Sort of. Maybe. The rules are made up and nobody follows them. There are coffee shop Powerpoints about mouth mechanics. There are trampoline park disasters. There is a grandmother who comments on every post like she's the main character. There is Ethan suddenly acting jealous even though he literally used Maya's chest as a napkin. There are TikTok comments that hurt and heal in equal measure.And there is Zayn. Who keeps looking at her like she's not a meme. Like she's actually someone worth falling for.But it's all fake. Right?Kiss or Miss? is a romantic comedy about falling flat on your face, getting back up with fry grease on your forehead, and kissing the last person you expected. It's messy. It's loud. It's full of slang, heart, and kisses that taste like coffee and chaos.If you like laughing so hard you snort, rooting for a grandma with no filter, and watching two idiots pretend not to fall in love while the whole internet watches, this story is for you.By Emmanuel Rich.Let the chaos begin.