Marlowe’s dream wedding ends in a nightmare: her groom is shot mid-“I do.” Left alone at the altar, she is claimed by the only man who can keep her alive now – her late fiancé’s cold, dangerous brother, Damian. He drags her into a world of dark secrets, power plays, and a mysterious contract that might explain why she was targeted. As Marlowe fights to survive in Damian’s fortress-like family estate, she realizes trust is a luxury she can’t afford… yet he is the only one she can trust. But what price will she pay for his protection? And can love bloom from the ashes of death?

Every year, the country's most dangerous motorcycle clubs gather for one illegal event: the Devil's Auction. Weapons. Territory. Secrets. Politicians who owe favors nobody dares call in. This year, someone puts a person on the block. Investigative journalist Nora Vance. Not as a slave. As the key to a secret worth billions — and she has no idea why. Every president in the room wants her alive. Only one refuses to bid. Kane, president of the Iron Reapers, doesn't want her for her body. He wants her because someone inside his own club murdered his brother — and she might be the only witness still breathing. So instead of buying her, he starts a war to steal her. Now Nora is a hostage, a witness, and the last person standing between Kane and the traitor wearing his colors. She doesn't remember what she saw. She doesn't know who to trust. She only knows one thing for certain — the man who saved her life might be the only one who can end it.

Six Secrets. One Devastating Truth. Zero Escape. One heartbroken night. One reckless stranger. One decision that changed everything. Three years ago, Sloane Carter walked into a Chicago bar to forget the man who destroyed her. She walked out carrying a secret that would define the rest of her life — six of them, actually. Because the devastatingly handsome stranger she gave herself to that night didn't just break through her walls. He left her with sextuplets she's been raising alone, loving fiercely, and hiding from the world ever since. She never got his name. She never needed to. Until now. When a desperate job search lands Sloane inside PIERCE Tower — Chicago's most powerful corporation — she comes face to face with the one man she never thought she'd see again. Declan Pierce. Billionaire. CEO. Ruthless. Magnetic. And the father of her six children, who have his jaw, his eyes, and absolutely no idea he exists. Now Sloane is trapped — forty-two floors up, steps from his office, dodging his questions, outrunning his memory, and fighting a pull between them that three years and six babies haven't dulled one single degree. Declan Pierce didn't build an empire by missing details. And the more time she spends in his orbit, the more she can feel him circling the truth — patient, dangerous, inevitable. She has one rule: he cannot find out. He has one certainty: he's seen her before. And somewhere between the boardroom power plays, the jealous relatives, and six toddlers who look exactly like their father — the clock is running out on the biggest secret in Chicago. Because Declan Pierce never loses. And he's already decided that Sloane Carter is something he's not willing to let go. The only question is what happens when he finds out why.

My husband threw me out in the rain the same week I found out my dead brother owed a biker gang forty thousand dollars. Now I'm working off his debt at the one place I never wanted to set foot in — a garage owned by the Sons of Hollow Creek, where the club's next leader looks at me like I'm something worth saving, and warns me, in the same breath, not to trust anyone else in this club. Including, maybe, himself. Cain Reyes was the last person seen near my brother's car the night it crashed. The cops called it an accident. I believed them — until new evidence proves someone cut the brake line on purpose. Now I'm trapped between a club boss offering to erase my debt if I marry the man I'm falling for, and a truth that gets darker every time I get close to it. Someone in this club murdered my brother. Someone has been lying to me since the day I walked in. And the man I want to trust most might be the one with the most to hide. I should run. I can't stop reaching for him instead.

Fake fiancée. Real secrets. One impossible choice. Mara Ellison needs $240,000 in thirty days or her family loses everything. Adrian Calloway needs a fiancée convincing enough to save his company from collapse. It's the perfect arrangement — until Mara finds proof that the man she's falling for has been hiding a crime that destroyed another family, framed an innocent man, and could send him to prison the moment it goes public. Now she's holding evidence that could ruin him. His ex-fiancée wants it for revenge. The police want it for a conviction. And Mara just wants to know if anything between them was ever real. 💔 A fake engagement. 🔥 A buried crime. 💰 A fortune built on a lie. She has one chance to choose: protect the man she loves, or expose the truth that could destroy them both.

One night. No last names. No regrets. That was the rule. Naomi Carter has spent her entire career being the smartest person in the room — and paying for it. When she exposes her boss for stealing her work, she doesn't get justice. She gets suspended. So when her best friend drags her to her estranged father's birthday party, all Naomi wants is one drink, one hour, and a clean escape. What she gets is Nikolai. Tall, dark, and devastatingly untouchable, he's the only man at the party who looks as bored as she is. They drink. They talk. They don't ask questions they're not ready to answer. She should have asked. Because the photograph on his nightstand the next morning changes everything. The man she spent the night with isn't a stranger. He's her father's oldest friend — his brother in arms, his most trusted confidant. The one man in the world she was never supposed to want. And on Monday morning, she has to walk into his boardroom. Nikolai Voss didn't get to where he is by making careless decisions. But Naomi wasn't a decision — she was a collision. Now she's sitting across from him with access to every corner of his finances, a secret between them that could detonate two relationships at once, and eyes that make it impossible to pretend the night never happened. He needs her sharp. She needs him distant. Neither of them is getting what they need. Someone is stealing from Voss Capital. Her career is hanging by a thread. And the most dangerous thing in the room isn't the financial leak — it's the way he looks at her like she's the only problem he actually wants to solve.

Some lines aren't meant to be crossed. Some men aren't meant to be wanted. And some summers change everything. Reese Hayes didn't come to Savannah looking for trouble. She came to heal — from a breakup that gutted her, from a year that nearly broke her, from the quiet exhaustion of always being the responsible one. A summer at her best friend Sloane's stunning estate on Magnolia Crest was supposed to be simple. Safe. A chance to breathe. She never counted on Marcus Hale. Sloane's father is everything Reese knows she shouldn't want — older, powerful, dangerously perceptive, and the kind of man who looks at you like he already knows your secrets. He's built walls for a reason. So has she. But walls have a way of crumbling when you're living under the same roof, sharing the same midnight kitchen, breathing the same charged air. He tells her she can't handle him. She tells herself he's right. Neither one of them believes it. As the Savannah heat rises and the summer burns on, the push and pull between them becomes impossible to ignore — and the closer they get, the more they risk losing. Because Marcus is Sloane's father. And Sloane is the only family Reese has left. Some desires are worth the danger. Some aren't. The problem is — Reese is starting to forget which kind this is.

Jade Wilson has three rules for senior year: ace her classes, crush the school festival as class president, and absolutely, under no circumstances, catch feelings for Blake "Ace" Carter. Then Mrs. Ford assigns her to tutor him. Blake is everything Jade has zero patience for — infuriating, reckless, and stupidly gorgeous in a way that makes her forget basic algebra. He calls her Muffin. He shows up two hours late, smirks like he invented it, and somehow still manages to crawl under her skin before she sees it coming. She's supposed to be teaching him math. Instead she's learning things she never asked to know — like why he keeps a rundown house as a hideout, why he flinches when girls get too close, and why the most dangerous boy at Northside Academy looks at her like she might be the only equation he actually wants to solve. But Blake has secrets. And so does Jade. And when their pasts start colliding in the present, not catching feelings starts sounding less like a rule and more like a losing bet. Some rules are made to be broken. Some boys are made to be avoided. Jade's about to discover she's terrible at both.

The Ashlands don't forgive. They don't forget. And they never let anyone walk away clean. Ronan survived the Sandreaver attack that killed everyone around him. He shouldn't have. Six people screamed while the darkness swallowed them whole — and when the silence came, he was the only one left to hear it. No brandmark. No rank. No power anyone could name. Except the sand moved when he told it to. And he never said a word. In a world where magic is burned into your skin and your rank determines whether you live or disappear, Ronan carries something that has no place in any record — because the people in power made sure of that. His brandmark burns red. Not the gold of Solaris. Not the silver of Lunaris. Something older. Something the Forged — the iron-fisted governing body of every kindled soul in the Ashlands — has been hunting for eleven years, erasing every trace of, and killing everyone who ever came close to understanding it. They call it the Unwritten Flame. It doesn't kindle. It ignites. It doesn't draw from the Eternal Flame the way every other power does. It draws from the Ashlands themselves — from the land, from the dark, from something that existed long before the world was split in two and handed to two factions to control. Now Ronan is in Duskwall — a rust-coloured mining city built on secrets and Embershard dust — with no allies, no money, and an ancient hourglass that chose him in a market stall run by an old man who has been waiting for exactly this moment for over a decade. The Forged's agents are already closing in. A powerful Lunaris kindler is the only person telling him the truth, and she's terrified. The quiet man no one paid attention to is hiding an impossible secret of his own. And somewhere beneath the city, past the numbered shafts descending into absolute dark, past the walls that remember every person who died pressing their hands against them — something ancient is waiting. Something that has been in the Hollow long enough to become it. The prophecy offers Ronan two choices. Restore what was broken. Or extinguish everything. No guidance. No mercy. No middle ground. He didn't ask for this. He doesn't want it. But the flame already chose — and in the Ashlands, what the fire wants, it takes.

She built her whole life around one decision: leaving him. Six years ago, Avery Cole gave everything she had to a stranger with a voice like smoke and hands that made her forget every rule she'd ever followed. She walked out of his penthouse before sunrise, told herself it was wisdom, and spent the next six years building a life that looked — from the outside — exactly like the right choice. A successful company. A loyal husband. Two little boys who are her entire world. She never expected to see him again. But fate doesn't ask permission. Now Lucas Vance is standing in her boardroom — brilliant, dangerous, and looking at her like six years of silence means absolutely nothing — and every wall she built, every careful distance she maintained, starts crumbling the moment he says her name. He wants her back. He's not asking. Avery knows the rules. She knows what's right. She knows that a married woman has no business letting her first love hold her hand on midnight drives or pull her into his arms in a tent on a Key West beach while sixty employees sleep twenty feet away. She knows that desire and love are not the same thing — and that some fires, once you let them breathe, will burn everything to the ground. She knows all of this. She just can't seem to stop. Six Years of Silence is a scorching, emotionally raw forbidden romance about the love that follows you no matter how far you run — and the terrifying moment you stop running and turn around.

Cole Whitmore spent four years being nobody. Fired. Framed. Betrayed by his girlfriend, his best friend, and everyone he trusted. While the people around him laughed, took his money, and decided he didn't belong — Cole delivered food, swallowed his pride, and said nothing. Because he had a secret. He isn't broke. He isn't powerless. He's the heir to one of the most powerful families in America, and the four years of humiliation? That was the test. Now it's over. With nine hundred million dollars in his account, a supercar that turns heads on every block, and quiet ownership of the very businesses his enemies depend on — Cole is done being invisible. Brandon thinks he just landed his dream job. Vivienne thinks she traded up. Marcus thinks he chose the winning side. They have no idea their entire world is already in Cole's hands. Worth Nothing is a high-stakes urban romance about the most dangerous kind of man — the one everyone underestimated.

Cole Parker had nothing. No money. No status. No future — at least, that's what everyone told him. His girlfriend dumped him on a public sidewalk for a richer man. His professor threatened to fail him out of spite. The whole world had decided he was a loser, and they weren't shy about saying it to his face. Then his grandfather showed up. Walter Greer. Billionaire. Founder of Summit Group. The most powerful man in the state. And Cole's blood. Overnight, the boy everyone laughed at becomes the one person they all need to impress. But Cole didn't forget a single face, a single word, or a single moment they made him feel worthless. Now it's his turn. Some people spend their whole lives waiting for justice. Cole Parker just bought it.

Six years ago, Avery Cole was stripped of everything — her reputation, her family, her birthright — in a single, devastating night orchestrated by the one person she trusted most. Framed by her stepsister Sierra, slapped by her own father, and cast out of the Chicago empire her mother built from nothing, Avery walked into a rainstorm with nothing but her fury and a vow she intended to keep. She kept it. Now she's back — not as the disgraced daughter the Cole family buried, but as Vela: the most celebrated, most elusive jewelry designer in the world. A ghost with a Meridian Crown Award and a plan six years in the making. No one knows her face. No one knows her name. And Sierra, sitting fat and comfortable in the director's chair of Ember & Stone Jewelers — the company that should have been Avery's — has no idea the woman she spent years destroying is the same woman her benefactor just hired to save it. But nothing about coming home goes according to plan. Declan Voss is not what Avery expected. Cold, brilliant, and devastatingly powerful, he's the man bankrolling Sierra's entire operation — and the man whose amber eyes trigger a recognition Avery cannot afford to examine. Because those eyes don't just haunt her memory. They live across the breakfast table every morning, in the faces of three children who deserve answers she's terrified to give. Now Avery is fighting on three fronts simultaneously: dismantling Sierra's hold on her mother's legacy from the inside, outmaneuvering a man who doesn't lose, and keeping a secret that could detonate everything — her revenge, her career, and the fragile new world she's built for her kids. And her children? They're not waiting for her to figure it out. They've already found their target. In a world of designer labels and billion-dollar power plays, the most dangerous thing Avery Cole carries isn't her award or her ambition. It's the truth she's been hiding since the night it all fell apart.

On Mating Night, Sloane lost her boyfriend, her dignity, and her last reason to stay. By morning, she'd gained a secret that could cost her everything. A stranger found her in the dark. He chased off the rogues circling her, pulled her close like she already belonged to him, and left a mark on her neck that healedover in three days — invisible to everyone except the people who wanted to use it against her. She never saw his face. He never learned her name. Now Sloane is being handed — without a choice, without a voice — to the most feared Alpha in the region. Caden doesn't do warmth. He doesn't do mercy. What he does do is quietly, obsessively search for the woman he marked under the Mating Moon and lost before sunrise. The woman whose bond went silent in a way he's never encountered. The woman his wolf refuses to stop pacing over. The cruelest joke the universe has ever told is the one currently unfolding at Harlow Hall — where a man who is hunting for his fated mate is about to agree to marry her without knowing it. Sloane is wolf-less, marked, betrayed, and cornered. She has nothing left to bargain with and nowhere left to run. Except — she does have one thing. The truth. And when it finally surfaces, it won't just change their arrangement. It will crack Caden's entire world open. She was never supposed to survive this far. He was never supposed to feel this much. And now that fate has put them in the same room — neither of them is walking away unchanged. Betrayal. Survival. A bond that refuses to be ignored. This is the story you'll stay up until 3AM reading — and feel absolutely no regret about.

They said I was dead. They stripped my name, my home, and left me in Blackmoore to rot. I crawled out with only one truth in my arms — a small, warm life they never knew existed. Emma is mine and she is everything. Cole Vance built his world on fear and fine rules. He signed the order that broke me. He thinks the past is closed. He does not know about the child sleeping beneath my coat. He does not know what blood can do. I learned to survive on scraps, lies, and the dark. I learned to hide and to plan. I learned that mercy is a thing you give yourself. Now I walk back into the shadows of the pack with a quiet promise: no one will take my child. Pack halls will split. Old friends will pick sides. Men who worship power will smell a weakness and try to take it. I will bargain. I will break rules. I will do what mothers do — I will fight. Cole will face what he helped make. A man who rules by fear must choose — keep his throne or face the truth at his own door. When the secret leaks, loyalties snap, and a war begins not for land but for a child who carries a name. This is not soft love. It is cruel favors, late nights, whispered deals and sudden violence. It is a woman who refuses to be small, a child who becomes a spark, and an alpha who must learn what guilt feels like.