"I need a husband by noon. You need a wife to keep your empire. Do we have a deal?" Evelyn Thorne was supposed to be the bride of the year. Instead, she’s the laughingstock of the city after her fiancé elopes with her own stepsister just minutes before the ceremony. But Evelyn doesn't do tears. She does even. Dripping in silk and cold fury, she approaches the one man her ex fears most: Julian Vane. He’s ruthless, he’s dangerous, and he’s currently standing outside the marriage bureau with a jilted heart and a billion-dollar merger on the line.

A single encounter with a dangerously alluring stranger leaves Selene bound in a shadowy cellar, plagued by a mysterious and intoxicating curse. As she navigates the hidden perils of Gothic London in the 19th century, she discovers a world ruled by dark secrets: mages, wolf shifters, and ruthless human hunters, all dancing on a knife’s edge under the watchful eyes of The Scarlet Aristocracy, the elite immortal predators of the night. To catch the attention of the nocturnal elite is to invite danger, yet Selene refuses to be a victim. The spirited belle may be new to this treacherous world, but she’s quick to adapt, learning to wield charm, cunning, and the seductive, forbidden instincts that make blood taste irresistible. In a realm where every misstep can be deadly, Selene will fight, seduce, and even tempt fate itself to reclaim her freedom… and perhaps claim the dangerous desire of Dorian, the man who burns and claims her heart.

One of the seven sins, the sin of lust is in danger of going on the loose, its new lord must contain it, only he can prevent us from being devoured by our lust. Why he was chosen is a mystery how he will rule is one as well but he will not fail. probably, hopefully, dear god I hope not {welcome our dear lord of lust, let your training begin}

The empire of Atheron had been crumbling for years, though no one admitted it. Markets were quieter, crops were failing, and even the gods who once answered every prayer had gone silent. Yet people clung to the Festival of Masks, one night when masks could hide the truth and everyone could pretend the empire still lived. For Lyria, it was not a night of celebration. It was a night of survival. She pushed through the crowded plaza, her heart hammering. Under her plain cloak, she still wore the white linen of a temple priestess, a mark that had once made her sacred but now marked her as hunted. The gold mask on her face was not a costume. It was protection. The music, laughter, and lantern light blurred around her as she kept her head low and her steps quick. Soldiers patrolled the edges of the plaza, searching for her. She needed to reach the Moon Shrine, her only chance of escape. A sudden grip on her wrist made her spin. The stranger was tall, broad, and impossibly calm. His mask was carved like a wolf, black and sharp, silver lines catching the lantern glow. “Stay still. They will see you if you run,” he said. Her instinct screamed to pull away, yet something in his voice held her. He guided her through the crowd like a shadow, his hand firm but careful. When they were clear of the patrols, he let go. “You should not be wearing gold,” he said. “And you should not be wearing a wolf mask,” she replied. They did not ask names. Tonight, they were strangers. Yet she could not stop looking at him. He leaned against a pillar, eyes fixed on her, and for reasons she could not name, her chest tightened. She did not know that he would soon drag the empire to its knees. She did not know he was the Shadow Prince. She did not know that this single encounter would change both their fates.

The Luna I Shouldn’t Want — Blurb He was born to destroy her pack. She was raised to hate his bloodline. But the moon never cared about rules, and fate doesn’t ask permission. When Rhett Hale, a ruthless, battle-scarred wolf from the Shadowfang Pack, crosses into enemy territory, he expects a fight — not the intoxicating scent that stops his heart and awakens his wolf. She shouldn’t exist. Not for him. Not like this. Lyra Vale, the forbidden daughter of the rival Alpha, has spent her life preparing to kill any Shadowfang wolf she meets. But when Rhett steps out of the trees, something ancient and electric snaps into place. A bond. A claim. A fire neither of them can put out. Their bodies ache for each other. Their wolves call to each other. Their packs would tear them apart for even breathing the same air. One touch could start a war. One kiss could end one. One night together could ruin everything. But when the Blood Moon rises, the truth becomes impossible to deny: She is his fated mate. The Luna he can’t have. The Luna he will burn the world for. And once his mark is on her skin… No alpha, no law, no pack can save them from what comes next.

🕯️ Description (Blurb): When the final bell rings at Saint Harrow Boarding School, most students rush home — but not everyone makes it out. For years, whispers have haunted the old building: about the east wing that was shut down, the missing girl whose name was erased from the records, and the sound of footsteps echoing long after dark. Seventeen-year-old Mara, a quiet transfer student, doesn’t believe in ghost stories — until she’s assigned to dorm room 4B, the one that’s supposed to be sealed off. Soon, she begins to hear scratching inside the walls and receives text messages from a number no one else can trace. When her friends start disappearing one by one, Mara realizes the school’s secret isn’t about ghosts at all. It’s about what really happened in that east wing — and who’s still keeping it quiet.