Novels by SincerelySamantha

The summer sun hung low over the small town, painting the sky in shades of pink and gold, the air warm with the scent of fresh cut grass and blooming roses. Elle and Jack’s house was alive with laughter, the windows open to let in the breeze, the living room filled with the people they loved most. It was a Sunday afternoon, a lazy, perfect day, and they’d invited their friends and family over to meet their son, Cameron, now seven months old and the center of their world.Elle stood in the kitchen, stirring a pitcher of lemonade, her heart so full it felt like it might burst. She glanced into the living room, where Jack sat on the couch, holding Cameron in his arms. Their son was the cutest thing she’d ever seen, with Jack’s dark hair and her green eyes, his chubby cheeks dimpling when he smiled. He was giggling now, grabbing at Jack’s nose, and Jack laughed, his voice warm and deep, his eyes shining with a love so big it took Elle’s breath away.Cameron was their miracle, born after

JANE’S POVJane sat in the café, her hand wrapped around her mug, the ring on her finger catching the light. She couldn’t stop looking at it, the simple silver band that meant everything. Nate was across from her, his grin boyish and warm, and she felt her heart skip, just like it had that first night. They’d come so far, from the pain of that morning when he’d pushed her away to this moment, this promise. She’d been scared to trust him, scared to love him, but he’d shown up, day after day, proving he was more than the arrogant guy she’d first met.“I can’t believe you said yes,” Nate said, his voice teasing but soft, his hand reaching for hers.She laughed, squeezing his fingers. “I can’t believe you asked,” she said, her cheeks pink. “I thought… I thought you’d never want this.”He leaned closer, his eyes serious. “I didn’t think I did,” he said. “Not until you. You changed everything, Jane.”Her throat tightened, and she leaned across the table, kissing him softly. “I love you,”

Five months had passed since the crisp autumn days when Elle and Jack sat in the doctor’s office, nervous but hopeful, and Nate poured his heart out to Jane by the lake. The air had turned colder, winter settling over the small town with frost on the windows and bare trees lining the streets. But inside Elle and Jack’s cozy home, the warmth was undeniable, a quiet promise that had grown stronger with each passing day.Elle stood in the bathroom, her hands trembling as she held the pregnancy test, the little white stick that could change everything. Jack was beside her, his arm around her waist, his breath shallow as they waited for the result. The clock on the wall ticked softly, each second stretching into forever. They’d been trying for months, following the doctor’s advice vitamins, healthy meals, less stress and every month, they had waited.But this time felt different. Elle’s period was late, her body felt heavier, and there was a flutter in her chest, a hope she was almost af

At Claire and Luca’s, the house was quiet, the twins asleep in their cribs. Claire opened the door, her blonde hair messy, her smile warm but curious. “You look like hell,” she said, stepping aside to let Nate in.“Thanks,” he muttered, following her to the living room. He sank onto the couch, his hands clasped, his eyes on the floor. “I fucked up, Claire.”She sat across from him, her brow furrowed. “What’s going on? This about Jane?”He nodded, his throat tight. “Yeah. I… I can’t stop thinking about her. That night, I didn’t know she was a virgin. I didn’t use anything, and then I just… told her to leave. Like an idiot. Now she’s working with me, and she’s so cold, like I’m nothing to her. And it’s killing me.”Claire’s eyes softened, but her voice was firm. “You hurt her, Nate. Bad. Jane’s not like the girls you usually mess with. She’s sweet, shy, and she trusted you. You broke that.”“I know,” he said, his voice rough. “I know I screwed up. But I… I think I’m falling for her. For

The next morning, Jack found Nate in his office, a glass walled space filled with sleek furniture and stacks of contracts. Nate looked up from his desk, his grin easy but guarded. “Hey, man,” he said, leaning back in his chair. “What’s up?”Jack closed the door, his face serious. “We need to talk about Jane.”Nate’s grin faded, his jaw tightening. “Sam told you, huh?”“Yeah,” Jack said, crossing his arms. “What the hell, Nate? She was a virgin, and you just kicked her out? That’s not you.”Nate stood, running a hand through his hair, his eyes dark. “It wasn’t like that,” he said, his voice rough. “I didn’t know, okay? Not until… after. And I freaked out. I didn’t use anything, Jack. What if she’s pregnant? I’m not… I’m not built for that.”Jack’s eyes narrowed, but his voice softened. “You hurt her, man. Bad. She liked you, and you made her feel like nothing.”Nate sank back into his chair, his face tight. “I know,” he said, his voice low. “I fucked up. I keep seeing her face, the way

The morning sun filtered through the bedroom curtains, casting a soft glow over Elle and Jack as they stirred awake. Elle blinked, her body nestled against Jack’s, her cheek pressed to his chest where his heartbeat thumped steady and warm. She stretched, her muscles loose, and felt a quiet sense of purpose. Today was her first day back at work after months away, and while her stomach fluttered with nerves, there was something steadying about it, too, like stepping back into the world, reclaiming a piece of herself.Jack shifted, his arm tightening around her, and pressed a sleepy kiss to her forehead. “Morning,” he murmured, his voice rough and warm.“Morning,” she said, tilting her head to smile at him. His eyes were soft, still heavy with sleep, but they held a spark of pride that made her heart lift. “Big day, huh?”He nodded, his fingers brushing her hair back. “Yeah. You ready to go back to the office?”She took a deep breath, her smile a little shaky but real. “I think so. It’

Luca stood on the docks, the harbor’s stench mingling with the metallic tang of blood from all the men killed that night.The night was a chaos of gunfire and shouts, his men clashing with Petrov’s crew in a brutal dance of power. The shipment crates of weapons worth millions was secure, thanks to Bella’s intel from the Black Viper. But the victory was hollow. Some of his men lay by wounded, bullets in their bodies. The Petrov men had arrived before them and they had kind of been ambushed, but they were still stronger and defeated them. Dimitri had slipped away the usual coward bastard always is always run away.One of his men who was down face was pale as he growled, “We showed ‘em, boss.” Luca’s jaw clenched, his dark eyes scanning the shadows for Petrov.Dimitri will pay for everything. The bastard had slipped away, leaving a note scrawled on a crate: “Your heart is next.”The words burned, not because of the threat, but because of what they meant. Bella. She was Petrov’s target

The safe house was a fortress disguised as a rustic cabin, nestled in a dense pine forest an hour from the city. Its weathered wooden exterior belied the steel reinforced walls and bulletproof windows, a testament to Luca’s length for her safety. The air was sharp with the scent of pine and damp earth, but inside, it was sterile clean lines, minimal furniture, and the hum of a generator buried somewhere beneath the floor. Bella sat at the small desk in the upstairs bedroom, her fingers tracing the silver locket around her neck, its familiar weight a tether to her mother’s memory. “Strength is quiet, Bella,” her mother had said, years ago, when Bella was just a shy girl hiding behind her father’s desk. “It’s in your mind, not your fists.”Six hours ago, Nathan had escorted her here under Luca’s orders, his face grim as he relayed the command: “You will have to stay here until further notice.” The memory of Luca’s fury still stung his dark eyes blazing, his voice a cold blade slicing

Luca’s presence filled the manager’s office, the air crackling with his barely contained fury. His dark eyes locked onto Bella, sharp and unyielding, like a predator sizing up prey. The door slammed shut behind him, the sound echoing like a gunshot in the small space. Bella stood behind the desk, her hands gripping the edge, her sleek black blazer and pencil skirt a stark contrast to the vulnerable woman who’d confessed her love the night before. Her chin was lifted, but her blue eyes betrayed a flicker of fear beneath her defiance.“What the hell were you thinking?” Luca’s voice was low, a dangerous rumble that made the room feel smaller. He stepped closer, his broad frame looming, each word deliberate. “You went to the Black Viper, Petrov’s territory alone? After yesterday’s attack? Are you trying to get yourself killed?”Bella’s heart pounded, her shyness urging her to shrink, but the spark of anger from last night flared brighter. She straightened, meeting his gaze. “I was thi

Her still hands trembled, the echo of gunfire from the attack still ringing in her ears, the screech of tires and Carlo’s shouted “Get down!” replaying in her mind. Her black sundress, once a symbol of confidence during her spa day with Victoria, now felt like a flimsy shield, clinging to her curves and exposing her fragility. But it was the ache in her chest that drove her to the study. She needed Luca, needed his strength to ground her, to make her feel safe in a world that had just bared its teeth.She found him standing by his desk, the amber glow of a single lamp casting sharp shadows across his angular face. Maps and burner phones were scattered before him, a battlefield of strategy that seemed to consume him entirely. His broad shoulders were tense, his dark eyes fixed on a point she couldn’t see. He was a fortress, unyielding, and for a moment, her shyness urged her to retreat. But the terror of the attack, the weight of Petrov’s threat, pushed her forward. She needed him

The morning sun bathed the city in a golden glow, casting long shadows across the sleek curves of Victoria’s convertible as Bella slipped into the passenger seat. For the first time in weeks, her heart felt lighter, unshackled from the weight of Luca’s intense, conflicted gaze and the sting of his secrets. Her black sundress hugged her bombshell figure, the halter neckline accentuating her curves, but her shyness made her tug at the hem, self conscious despite Victoria’s insistence that she looked “like a goddess.” Despite the revelation of his past with Taylor or Anna and the chilling threat of Dimitri Petrov. Today, though, she craved escape a day to reclaim herself, away from the club’s chaos and Luca’s cold dominion.“So, mafia wife,” Victoria teased, her sunglasses glinting as she pulled onto the highway, the wind whipping her auburn hair. “What’s the plan? Spa day, shopping, or something totally reckless to make Luca jealous?”Bella laughed, her cheeks flushing as she tucked

The guest bedroom was her sanctuary, its pristine white linens and polished furniture a stark contrast to the chaos churning in Bella’s heart. She sat on the edge of the bed, her black dress now a crumpled reminder of the night’s failures. The fabric clung to her like a second skin, but it felt heavy, a costume for a role she wasn’t sure she could play anymore. The silence of the room was driving her crazy, broken only by the distant hum of the mansion’s air conditioning and the faint tick of a clock on the nightstand.It was well past midnight, and Bella’s mind refused to rest, replaying the night’s events like a broken record.She had dressed for Luca, hoping the dress would catch his eye, make him see her not just as a fixture in his dangerous world, but as the woman who could love him as his wife. But the club had been a whirlwind of tension,he Petrov situation, Sebastian’s careless revelation about Taylor, and Luca’s cold dismissal of her hurt.His words echoed in her mind “Yo