A searing dark romance about desire, dominance, and the dangerous beauty of losing control. Between boardroom battles and bedtime routines, Imani Legend is barely holding it together. As a brilliant, sharp-tongued Black woman carving her place in a ruthless, male-dominated corporate world—and raising two energetic boys on her own—her life is a storm she can’t seem to escape. Every day she fights to stay composed, competent, and unbreakable… even as exhaustion claws at her edges. Imani is one breakdown away from losing her last shred of sanity. Then Ahmir Wolfe walks in—tall, dark, and dangerously controlled. A man with power that commands a room and eyes that promise ruin. He’s cold, distant, and untouchable. The kind of man whose silence says more than words ever could. Behind that mask lies an obsession he can’t shake. She’s everything he shouldn’t want—a light he’s afraid to dim with his shadows—but every breath he takes is haunted by her presence. When their worlds collide, desire ignites like a match to gasoline. He wants to dominate her chaos; she needs someone strong enough to let her finally unravel. He sees the exhaustion in her eyes. The weight she carries. The woman beneath the strength—aching to be seen, to be touched, to let go. He wants to claim that part of her. To dominate her storm until it’s his to control. But when desire burns this hot, it doesn’t just consume—it destroys..

The mountains were supposed to be her escape.Instead, they gave her to him.After a five-year relationship goes up in flames, Nahiry "Nai" Carter packs what's left of her life into an overstuffed SUV and leaves Atlanta behind. A fresh start as an executive assistant at Freight Technology Distributions in the hidden town of Crystal Lunar Springs sounds like exactly what she needs-good salary, clean slate, no more lying men.Then she meets her new boss.Trenton Steele is more than a ruthless CEO. He's the Alpha Hybrid of the Crystal Lunar Pack-Lycan and ancient moon warrior in one terrifyingly controlled body. Dominant, cold, and impossibly powerful, he rules his company and his pack with effortless precision. He doesn't want a mate. He doesn't believe in weakness. And he definitely doesn't want a soft-hearted human who asks too many questions and looks at him like she sees more than he wants to give.But the moment Nai walks into his glass-walled office, something ancient snaps awake between them.She feels a strange hum under her skin when he's near. Sparks when he touches her. A pull she can't explain and heat that builds under her flesh when the moon rises over the mountains. Nai doesn't know that Trenton is fighting the same instinct-only he understands what it means, and how dangerous it is for her.Because human bodies were never meant to bear the full force of an Alpha Hybrid bond.And every time he tries to save her by denying it, he's slowly destroying them both.In a town built on secrets and ruled by wolves, Nai will have to decide if surviving her past is worth risking her future...and if loving a monster born under a crystal moon is worth the price of her own heart.

Some wounds don’t need healing. Some just need to be handled. Dr. Aiden Blackwood is the kind of therapist people trust too quickly. Quiet. Patient. Brilliant. A man who knows how to peel a person open with a single question. But Aiden has a secret. He doesn’t just listen to suffering—he eliminates its source. When Essence Clark steps into his office, she’s nothing like his other clients. Sharp-tongued. Exhausted. Court-ordered. She doesn’t want help, doesn’t trust easily, and refuses to break where others would have shattered. Aiden should keep his distance. Essence is volatile in ways he shouldn’t admire. And the more she unravels in front of him, the more he feels something shifting inside his perfectly controlled world. When her anger sparks, he feels it. When someone disrespects her, he’s already moving. And when she calls him in a moment of weakness— he shows up, even when he shouldn’t. Essence has no idea the shadows around her are changing. Crooked men vanish. Threats disappear. And the city becomes a safer place… because he wills it so. A therapist shouldn’t follow his clients. A protector shouldn’t enjoy the hunt. And a man with a hero complex shouldn’t be falling for the one woman who can see his cracks. This is not healing. This is Dark Therapy.