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Their worlds were never meant to collide. But obsession doesn't follow rules. And some games were never meant to be played clean. In a University where power is currency and silence is survival, playing dirty might be the only way to win.

My husband would kill me if he knew who I really was. Thank God he doesn't… Right? I've spent years hiding from my mafia past. Then I accidentally walk into the wrong room at the wrong time. And lock eyes with Petyr Gubarev—the man who's about to become the pakhan of my family's biggest rival. I run. Duh. But Petyr needs a wife—immediately—to claim his throne. So when his arranged bride doesn't show, it's my name he growls into the microphone. Just like that, I'm dragged to the altar. And a very unwilling "I do" is wrenched from my lips. Now, I'm trapped in Petyr's mansion. Sharing his bed.

Jessica Holt's only goal is survival. Keep her sick mother alive. Hold her family together. Stay out of the Heights, where power and corruption rule. But one desperate choice changes everything. One trespass. One forbidden touch. One king who refuses to let her go. Kane Ravencourt isn't just anyone. He's Bleakmoor's heir, raised on money, secrets, and lies. He's the last person she should provoke. But she did. She stole from him. She tempted the hunter instead of running. And now, she'll pay the price. Because being noticed by Kane is dangerous. Being wanted by him is deadly.

Living together? That's a war Graysen was never trained for. Imprisoned in Graysen's tower, Nelle Wychthorn finds herself ensnared by something far more dangerous than chains. The sway is awakening. His tamer influence bleeds into her thoughts, seizing hold of her will—and he doesn't even know...

We tore down every mafia family who dared to challenge us. Now we reign over this city. The three of us—Italian, Irish, and Bratva—are bound by the blood we shed. Nothing will stop us from building the empire we’ve dreamed of… except her. Eavan O’Brien, the forbidden little sister of my best friend, who I never expected to care about. She’s meant to hate me, but I can’t shake the way she looks at me—defiant, beautiful, and the need to tame her far too tempting.

Kade and Hunter Caruthers. Brothers. Twins. My cousins. In a way, they’re my family. Protective. Indulgent. My best friends. But there was something else there, too. That ever-present whisper that reminded me more as I got older that we didn’t actually share any blood. They used to be inseparable. We all were, but not anymore. I don’t know why Hunter left or why he joined a rival team in Weston—that Rebel town across the river—to stand on the opposite side of the field from his brother, but Kade is out for blood now and Hunter has finally decided to engage.

She was enraptured by the man they called Romeo the moment that he turned those butterscotch-colored eyes her way. What wasn’t to love about a big, burly, plaid-wearing lumberjack? He was tall, gorgeous, and knew how to wield a chainsaw better than Leatherface. He could fell a tree in seconds, had thighs that were as thick as said trees, filled out a pair of Wranglers better than any cowboy ever, and didn’t care that she could operate heavy machinery better than him. He was everything a girl like Mable could ask for. The caveat?

I thought I'd finally learned the truth about everything–but it turns out, that was just the beginning. Love might span universes, but so does hate. A love that spans the universe. A second chance at romance. A secret she can't remember that could tear them apart. Again. Are you ready to enter...

Sloan and Ferris thought their engagement would be the start of a beautiful chapter, but Ferris's overbearing mother, Kate, has other plans. From sabotaging wedding events to causing tension between the couple, Kate's constant interference threatens to tear them apart. Ferris's sister, Jenny, tries to be a lifeline, but with every boundary they set, Kate pushes harder. Wedding planning was supposed to be stressful—but not like this. If Sloan and Ferris don't take a stand now, there may not be a wedding left to save.

Bunny Jones has a secret life… By day, she’s an investigative assistant who blends into the background. By night, she’s the Shadow Siren—a ruthless vigilante delivering brutal justice to men who hurt women. The only person she can’t seem to hide from is the detective who knows her better than anyone, because he’s already helped her cover up a murder—her husband’s. Hunter Remington has always wanted all of Bunny—her heart, her trust, her darkness. But after surviving an abusive marriage, she’s hesitant to open herself up to love again.

In the heart of sultry New Orleans, Scarlett Prejean's life, filled with beauty and ambition, is marred by a haunting presence—her abusive husband, Joshua. As the proud owner of a cozy bookstore and a haven of coffee and literature, she seeks solace amid the unrelenting cruelty of her marriage. But fate takes a dark and unexpected turn when Joshua makes a chilling decision: he hires Bane, an assassin bound by a relentless code, to bring Scarlett's life to a tragic end. What Joshua doesn't foresee is the profound twist that awaits.

When I signed myself away in marriage, I should have read the fine print. Ink fades—blood binds. I'm a prisoner, trapped behind gilded gates, my freedom traded for safety. Magic pulses beneath my skin, wild and forbidden. In our world of ruling Houses, wielding such power means death. One slip...

Damien Cross treats New York City as if it’s his personal playground. He sees. He touches. He conquers. He holds the fate of my family in his hands. And makes a deal with me I can’t refuse. He’ll forgive my father’s debt if he can have something in exchange: me. I promised myself I wouldn’t get addicted, but nothing is guaranteed when you make a deal with a savage. Now this debt is my cross to bear.

For a solid five years, Jasper Madden has done nothing but look the other way when it comes to Calliope Hodges. At first, she was way too young for him, barely eighteen the first time he laid eyes on her. It also didn’t help that he’d witnessed her at the lowest of lows, practically making peace with rock bottom. But as time goes by, he realizes that Calliope is different. She’s a brave, stunning young woman that has slowly captured his heart while he was watching from the shadows.

My parents despised me since the day I was born, expecting an omega with a lovely scent and a claw birthmark. But I was born with neither. Betas are meant to be the servants of the Alpha Compound run by our pack leader, Henry. Injured by my father—I ran away, never expecting to see another alpha ever again until

I’ve always had too many men in my life. My overbearing father. My domineering older brothers. My invasive nephews. The Trents and Caruthers run this town, and although I’ve never given them a reason to worry, they treat me like I’m made of glass. They’re wrong, though. At twenty-one, I finished college in record time, I own my own business, I pay taxes, I don’t party, and I’ve never broken a law. But I have one secret: I raced to grow up in case he ever came back home.

Andrei had finally found his mate and he couldn't believe his luck when he found Sage. Second-chance mates have never been heard of. However, he soon realizes that Sage is just as broken as he is. Sage spent years in the hands of monsters and now finds herself in Andrei's forsaken hands, which are just as tainted as those that kidnapped her. Yet now he must win her over, only the goddess loves to twist fate, Andrei hates rogues except Sage, his Newfound second-chance mate.

Jessica's world is falling apart. Her mother is slipping away. Her brother is unraveling. And every choice she makes pulls her deeper into Bleakmoor's shadows. She should walk away from Kane Ravencourt. He's reckless, possessive, and consuming. But when he touches her, she forgets why she ever...

When I was three years old, I started drawing a house with a red door. Next to the house I drew a happy family—a husband, a wife, a baby, and their dog. For years I cried every night, clutching the drawings, begging my mother to take me home to my real family. I was labeled odd—a talented child with an overactive imagination. But one day I wandered straight to that house with the red door, and I found the man and the dog I had been drawing.