Selene Voss has lived her life in the shadows. A former operative who walked away from a brutal syndicate, she has spent years building a quiet existence under false names and careful routines. But when a final mission goes catastrophically wrong, she doesn’t just flee—she burns every bridge behind her and becomes a marked woman. Running was supposed to be simple. Lay low, vanish, never get close to anyone. Then she meets Rina. Rina Hale is quick‑witted, stubborn, and far too curious for her own good. When she crosses paths with Selene in a grimy roadside bar, she doesn’t see the danger coiled beneath the surface. She sees only a woman whose haunted eyes carry a secret worth knowing. A spark flares between them—sharp, undeniable, and impossible to ignore. But sparks are dangerous when you’re being hunted. Drawn together by an attraction neither can control, Selene and Rina are soon bound by more than chemistry. When Selene’s past erupts into their lives in the form of ruthless hunters and old betrayals, Rina is pulled into a world of coded messages, untraceable weapons, and allies who can’t be trusted. Together they hit the road, racing through backwater towns and fog‑shrouded forests, trying to stay one step ahead of killers who always seem to be closing in. Selene knows the rules of survival: never hesitate, never trust, never feel. But with Rina by her side, those rules start to shatter. Each stolen kiss, each late‑night confession, makes it harder to do what she’s always done—run alone. Rina, meanwhile, discovers a darker strength within herself: a willingness to fight back, to get blood on her hands if it means protecting the woman she’s falling for. As their pursuers tighten the net, the pair navigate a dangerous dance of love and survival. The forest roads are long, the headlights in the rearview relentless, and every night could be their last. Yet in the midst of chaos, intimacy blooms—raw, urgent, and real. And when Selene’s oldest enemy steps from the shadows, Rina must decide how far she’s willing to go, and who she’s willing to become, to keep them both alive. Velvet Knives is a heart‑pounding thriller and an unforgettable love story. It’s about two women forged in fire and danger, discovering that sometimes the only way to survive the hunt is to stop running—and start fighting—together.

When Camilla Rousseau flees her fractured past for a quieter life in Paris, she doesn’t expect love — not from Matteo, the haunted chef who sees through her silence, and certainly not from the paintings that pull her pain into color and canvas. But when her emotionally raw artwork catches the eye of a legendary film director, Camilla’s private grief is thrust into the spotlight — and into the path of Chloé Belland, a gifted dancer cast to bring her story to life. There’s just one problem: Chloé is Camilla’s half-sister. A secret neither of them was meant to uncover. As art imitates life and old wounds resurface, Camilla must choose between the safety of solitude and the risk of connection. Across cities and studios, premieres and confessions, she and Chloé learn what it means to rewrite their inheritance — not just in blood, but in the language of movement, memory, and love. Salt in the Wound is a gripping, emotionally rich journey through estranged sisterhood, slow-burn romance, and the redemptive power of art. For fans of deeply human stories that don’t flinch from the ache — but walk straight through it.

What if the only way to save the world was to destroy the version of yourself that already had? Elian was supposed to die. Instead, he awakens in a scarred land ruled by silence, memory, and the Tower of Mouths — a grotesque monument built not to hold power, but to bury the truth. He remembers fragments: laughter, war, sacrifice… and a final act of betrayal that fractured him across timelines. Now hunted by echoes of himself, shadowed by voices that aren’t his own, and followed by companions who may not survive the road ahead, Elian discovers that the true enemy is not a god, or a tyrant, or even the end of the world. It’s the version of him that succeeded. And it's waiting at the top of the Tower — patient, perfected, and determined to erase every broken path Elian ever walked. But the Tower has fallen. And something worse has awakened beneath it. A Listener. A crown of ash. A name no one dares speak aloud. Elian has one last chance to define what kind of man he is — or become a monument to every failure the world tried to forget.

Nicholas and Harper are fugitives, hunted by their powerful families and The Glades for defying ancient laws. Their love is forbidden, their unborn child a threat to the supernatural order. As Harper’s pregnancy progresses, their abilities begin to fade, forcing them into hiding. Their only hope is sanctuary with a powerful witch in Salem. But fate has other plans. Harper gives birth prematurely, leaving both parents weakened—just enough for their newborn daughter, Emily, to be stolen from them. When they recover, they find that their powers have not only returned but they are even more potent than before. Abandoning their escape plan, they wage a ruthless war against their enemies, determined to uncover the truth and find their daughter. As days turn into weeks with no sign of Emily, Harper begins to unravel, tormented by guilt and the unbearable void where her child should be. But then Nicholas experiences something extraordinary—he can see through Emily’s eyes, feel her presence as if she is still with them. The visions lead them on a desperate hunt, uncovering a secret coven with ties to Harper’s own bloodline. Their search takes them from Salem to the mystical heart of the French Quarter, where an ancient prophecy foretells their daughter’s destiny. With time running out, they journey to Norway, where intrigues with old gods and forgotten powers await—some who seek to destroy Emily before she can claim her birthright. Nicholas and Harper will stop at nothing to bring their daughter home. But as they uncover the true nature of her existence, they must face a disturbing truth—saving Emily may come at the cost of unraveling the supernatural world itself.

Lucilla tilted her head back, exposing the delicate column of her throat, inviting him to take what he wanted. And he did. His mouth captured hers in a deep, searching kiss, swallowing her soft moans as his hands moved with purpose, fingers tracing the curve of her waist before gripping her thighs and moving on to her soft buttocks, He lifted her effortlessly. Dripping wet, she melted into him, immersed, bonded, her legs wrapping around his torso, the heat between them a tangible thing, thick in the air, almost suffocating. He carried her, slow and deliberate, from the window to the couch, his movements unhurried yet steamed with intent.