Novels by Luciana Rielle

JUNO VOSS One year later – Saturday, 8:47 a.m. Amangiri Resort, Utah (Zoe picked the most dramatic red-rock desert backdrop known to man, because of course she did)“Where the hell is my tie?” Rhett bellowed, half-naked except for dress pants and one sock, tearing through the suite like a very handsome tornado.I was trying to zip myself into a floor-length emerald silk dress while simultaneously hopping on one foot looking for Sage’s missing chartreuse patent-leather flat. Rowan’s left Oxford had apparently achieved sentience and was hiding under the bed with Rhett’s tie. What was it doing there? Only God knows.Our phones were exploding.Cassie: MOM WHERE ARE YOU Ruby: Aunt Zoe is going to murder you Nina: If you're not here in one second, I will kill you both myself“We are SO late,” I hissed, finally locating the shoe wedged behind the minibar. “The ceremony started fifteen minutes ago!”This was entirely our fault.Last night had been the rehearsal dinner, then the after-p

JUNO VOSS Santa Ynez Valley – Halloween nightThe ranch looked like something out of a Tim Burton movie.Orange string lights dripped from every beam of the barn, jack-o’-lanterns lined the entire quarter-mile driveway (Rowan and Sage had carved half of them, so about thirty percent were just angry triangles with teeth), and Rhett had somehow rigged Emmanuel’s pen with fake cobwebs and a motion-activated speaker that bleated “BOO” every time the goat moved. Emmanuel was taking it personally.Inside the house it smelled like cinnamon, chili, and hehe, family.Cassie (four months pregnant and currently built like a very cute beach ball) was planted on the couch in a black cat onesie with a skeleton baby painted across her belly. She had a mixing bowl of fun-size Snickers balanced on top of said belly and was working her way through it like it was her job.“Stop judging me,” she mumbled around a mouthful of chocolate. “Your grandchild is hungry.”Levi, dressed as a very reluctant Gomez

Two months later, late night in the master bedroom of the Voss ranch house“Ahhh, yes, yes, right there,” Juno moaned, the sound ragged and raw as Rhett eased out of her until only the fat, swollen tip of his cock remained, teasing her entrance.Then he rolled his hips in slow, wicked circles, dragging that thick mushroom head through her slick, sensitive folds, smacking her dripping pussy with every deliberate pass.Thwack. Thwack.The wet slap of hot flesh on soaked flesh filled the room. Juno’s mouth fell open on a silent scream, pleasure and the sweetest sting crashing together.“Oh God…”“Look at you,” Rhett rasped, voice gravel and smoke, “already about to come just from me spanking this greedy little cunt.”He lifted his hand and brought it down again (sharp, perfect), the impact landing right on her clit with a filthy, wet squelch. When he raised his palm, it glistened under the low amber lamp, coated in her arousal and the cum he’d already pumped into her once tonight.He h

JUNO VOSS“…You should have seen the way Mom and Dad kicked his butt. It was so amazing,” Rowan bragged to Cassie and Levi, who had come over for dinner.Cassie and Levi shared an amused look. When Cassie turned back to me, her eyes flickered to the bandage on my head and then to the sling on my arm. Even though she already knew what had happened, she still looked deeply worried.I reached over and placed my hand on top of hers, silently telling her I was fine and she didn’t need to fret.“So what about the guy, the ranchlord? What’s going to happen to him?” Levi asked as he reached for more lasagna. At the rate he was going, the dish would be gone before anyone else wanted seconds. I didn’t mind, though; everyone else still had half a plate left, and it actually made me happy to see him enjoying my cooking so much.“Well,” Rhett began, “I called the sheriff this morning when we figured out it wasn’t anyone we knew personally. Then I called again once we were sure it was Dale. The she

RHETT VOSSMy body went stiff the second that comment popped up, but Juno’s hand slid across my back, slow and steady, keeping me from losing my shit on a live feed. I glanced at the username: **RanchLord**.Juno’s eyes stayed locked on the screen. The chat had already scrolled past it because hundreds of people were firing questions, but we both knew this wasn’t the last we’d hear from him. If he was the one who messed with Emmanuel’s pen, he wouldn’t be able to resist coming back for more.“How can you say that, RanchLord?” Juno asked softly, adding just the tiniest sniffle for effect. “If you really follow our page, you know we love this ranch more than anything. We’re honest ranchers. We would never put our animals or our family in danger.”God, I love this woman. I married a damn genius.The chat exploded.Who is this RanchLord? What kind of name is RanchLord? How dare you talk to Juno and Rhett like that! I watch every stream and the way they treat their animals is incredi

JUNO VOSSSanta Ynez Valley – Thursday morning, livestream setup“We’re doing a livestream!” “We’re doing a livestream!” Sage and Rowan sang in perfect unison behind us as Rhett and I walked to the spot where we always set up the camera tripod. Usually we only went live on Mondays and Saturdays, but today had an ulterior motive.“Okay, remind me again how this livestream is going to help us figure out who tampered with Emmanuel’s pen,” Rhett said, watching me fumble with the phone stand. My left arm was still in a sling, so I was slower than usual.I didn’t turn around. “We’ve already ruled out the kids and every single ranch hand. That leaves someone on the outside who doesn’t like us or wants to hurt the business. If we go live and people see the bandage on my head and the sling, they’re going to ask questions. When they ask…”Rhett stepped in to finish setting the phone because my one good hand wasn’t cutting it. “....we tell the truth. The culprit is probably a follower, or at

KNIGHT“…The video has been wiped off the dark web, s-sir,” Eddie said, his voice shaking as he stood in front of Knight. Knight had already called in his tech guys the moment he heard Eddie’s claim.Eddie’s heart thudded painfully as the tech team checked the screens. His face was a wreck—both eyes swollen, one completely shut, dried blood and dirt smeared across his clothes—but he didn’t care. None of it mattered. All he wanted was to get out of this underground hole that had been his “home” for weeks while he tried to erase every trace of the video.One of the tech guys finally turned to Knight.“It’s confirmed. The video is gone. Every mirror. Every private board. Every paid copy. The hashes are dead. The wallets are wiped and blacklisted. It’s buried so deep it’ll never resurface.”He closed the laptop with a soft click that sounded, to Eddie, exactly like a coffin lid slamming shut.Eddie almost dropped to his knees. Relief slammed into him so hard his swollen eyes stung with fr

“Will you stop crying? You’re going to make me ugly-cry too, and trust me, you do not want to see that,” Revelation muttered, snatching the tenth soggy tissue from Genesis’s trembling fingers (literally the tenth) and tossing it into the plastic bag already bulging with the evidence. She cupped Genesis’s flushed, tear-streaked cheeks between her palms, thumbs swiping uselessly at the fresh tears. “Look at what you’ve done. You’re a bloated tomato now.” Genesis let out a watery laugh that instantly dissolved back into sobs. The driver glanced at them in the rear-view mirror and quickly hid his grin. “I can’t stop, Rev. I just… I can’t believe it,” Genesis whispered, eyes dropping to the pregnancy test in her lap. The word PREGNANT stared back in bold, impossible letters. “You have to believe it,” Revelation said softly, squeezing her hand. “It’s real.” Genesis pressed her palm to her still-flat stomach, half-expecting to feel warmth blooming beneath her fingers. “Liam,”

I sat in the vinyl chair beside Amelia’s hospital bed, the monitors beeping their slow, steady lullaby. Whatever they’d pushed through her IV had finally won; her lashes fluttered once, twice, then settled. She’d fought sleep like a soldier, terrified that if she closed her eyes the video of her baby would vanish. Thirty minutes straight she’d watched it on loop (tiny fists waving, rosebud mouth yawning), tears sliding sideways into her hair.Revelation had bullied the NICU staff into letting us record the infant. I’d only had to soften the request with a please and a tremble in my voice. They’d caved. Revelation filmed from the doorway (Amelia was too weak to be wheeled down), and we’d carried the baby to her on a glowing screen.Now Amelia slept, cheeks still wet. I eased the phone from her slack fingers and tucked the thin blanket higher around her shoulders. She looked impossibly young with the fight drained out of her.I turned to hand Revelation her phone. She wasn’t looking at

GENESIS“You look pale, princess. Are you sure you’re fine?”Kieran’s deep voice broke through the morning quiet as he stood beside the open passenger door of the car that would take Genesis to the hospital.Genesis let out a small laugh. “I always look pale.”But Kieran didn’t laugh. He didn’t even smile. Instead, he stepped closer, closing the car door with one hand and pressing her gently against it, his tall frame caging her in. His nearness made the air feel heavier, charged.“I know every part of your body like they were carved into mine,” he said softly. “I know your skin…”His fingers trailed along her cheek, and her eyes fluttered shut at his touch. His hand drifted down—over her neck, toward her chest, and lower, resting on her stomach. Her eyes snapped open, meeting his. He was watching her so closely it almost felt like obsession, but it wasn’t—it was love that bordered on worship.“I know my wife, Genesis Blackwood,” he murmured, his thumb brushing slow circles against he

GENESISI stared at myself in the mirror. I didn’t feel good.My skin looked pale, and my stomach churned again. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, sighing. This was the second time I’d thrown up this morning—and I still didn’t know why.I glanced down at what had left my stomach, staring blankly for a few seconds before pressing the flush button. Watching it swirl away somehow made me feel even emptier.After brushing my teeth, I stepped out of the bathroom. The bed was empty—Kieran was gone. Not that it was a surprise.I pulled on one of his large shirts, the fabric soft against my skin, and made my way downstairs. I needed to find him—to tell him I wanted to go to the hospital to see Amelia and the baby. I needed to know they were okay.But as soon as I pushed open the bedroom door, noise flooded my ears—bustling footsteps, moving voices, the sound of wheels on marble.“What’s going on?” I muttered, blinking.I hurried down the stairs, and from halfway down, I could already

REVELATION“How was I so foolish that I didn’t realize it?”That was the thought echoing in my head as I sat bound to their ridiculous torture chair.I glanced around the damp room. It smelled like mildew and moldy onions.Why the hell did it smell like onions?If Mama were here, she’d probably laugh first before helping me out of this mess.She’d say, “Mija, you got played at your own game. Didn’t I tell you to leave that house after that man fed you that drug through a kiss?”And speaking of that asshole…The door creaked open, slicing through the darkness with a harsh light. I flinched, closing my eyes as it burned against them. The door slammed shut again just as fast, and footsteps followed, heavy and slow.When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a broad chest wrapped in leather. Of course, I didn’t need to look up to know who it was. His scent filled the room, strong, sharp, drowning out the mold and rot.I sighed. “Does Knight not have any other lackeys? Why is it always the du