Novels by Queen of ink

Roses are red, tequila hits hard, and I danced like I owned the damn night. Now? Everything’s a hot mess. Emily Hart just landed the dream job, personal secretary to the sinfully rich, dangerously fine CEO of Steele Empire. So naturally, she did what any girl with a fat offer letter and a killer dress would do: hit the club, danced like a vixen, and threw back shots until reality blurred and pleasure took the wheel. That’s when he happened. Dominic Steele. Billionaire boss. Ruthless in the boardroom. Untamed in the bedroom. He saw her, hips swaying, lips smirking, black dress clinging like a second skin, and he didn’t ask for a name. He just took. One night. One filthy, breathless, back-arching night. No promises. No names. Just raw heat and moans that echoed past midnight. Until Monday morning happened. Now, the man who made her beg without words is standing behind a glass desk in a tailored suit, And she’s the new secretary who can’t look him in the eye without remembering how he made her scream. She thinks he’s cocky as hell. He thinks she’s the sweetest kind of chaos. But when a missed period makes an unexpected appearance, it’s no longer just business. It’s Daddy, please……. with a whole lot of tension, temptation, and trouble in between.

Las rosas son rojas, el tequila pega fuerte y bailé como si la noche me perteneciera. ¿Y ahora? Todo es un maldito desastre. Emily Hart acaba de conseguir el trabajo de sus sueños, ser la secretaria personal del increíblemente rico y peligrosamente atractivo CEO de Steele Empire. Así que, naturalmente, hizo lo que cualquier chica con una jugosa oferta de trabajo y un vestido espectacular haría: se fue de fiesta, bailó como una auténtica provocadora y se tomó tantos tragos que la realidad empezó a desvanecerse mientras el placer tomaba el control. Y entonces apareció él. Dominic Steele. Un multimillonario. Un jefe despiadado en la sala de juntas. Indomable en la intimidad. La vio. Sus caderas moviéndose, sus labios curvados en una sonrisa provocadora, su vestido negro pegándose a su cuerpo como una segunda piel. No le preguntó su nombre. Simplemente la tomó. Una noche. Una noche desenfrenada, sin aliento y llena de deseo. Sin promesas. Sin nombres. Solo pasión, calor y gemidos que resonaron hasta pasada la medianoche. Hasta que llegó el lunes por la mañana. Ahora, el hombre que consiguió hacerla suplicar sin necesidad de palabras está de pie detrás de un escritorio de cristal, vestido con un traje perfectamente ajustado… Y ella es la nueva secretaria que no puede mirarlo a los ojos sin recordar cómo consiguió hacerla gritar. Ella piensa que es un arrogante de mierda. Él piensa que ella es la clase de caos más dulce que existe. Pero cuando un retraso menstrual inesperado entra en escena, ya no se trata solamente de negocios. Ahora es “Papá, por favor”, con una buena dosis de tensión, tentación y problemas de por medio.

The day Evelyn Carter discovers she's pregnant is supposed to be the happiest day of her life. Instead, her husband walks through the door with another woman and a little boy, claiming the child is his son. Bound to Damian Sinclair by a contract marriage, Evelyn has never been his first choice. As he devotes himself to protecting the woman from his past and the child he believes is his, she buries the secret of her own pregnancy, afraid her baby will never have a place in his heart. But what Damian doesn't know is that the perfect little family standing before him is built on lies. The woman he trusts is playing a dangerous game, the child isn't his, and a hidden enemy with a decades-old grudge has been waiting to destroy the Sinclair family from the inside. By the time Damian discovers the truth, Evelyn has already walked away carrying the one thing he never knew he had, his own child. Will he be able to win back the family he lost? Or will the greatest mistake of his life cost him everything?

It was supposed to be our tenth wedding anniversary. I spent the entire day preparing a romantic dinner for Adrian, hoping that maybe this would finally remind him of the love we once shared. But when his car finally arrived, he didn’t come inside. Instead, I watched from the darkness as my husband kissed another woman, touched her, and carried her into our home like I didn’t exist. Then I saw her face. Mira. His assistant. What hurts the most was the fact that I wasn’t even surprised. The truth has always stared me in the face while I acted gullible to it. I listened as she begged him to leave me, and I heard the words that shattered me even more. He didn’t love me. He hadn’t loved me for years. For two years, he had been promising her that he would leave me. Two years of hotel rooms, secret meetings, and lies. And all this time, I had been standing beside him, believing we could still fix our marriage. Tonight, I finally realized that the man I married was gone. I stood there until I couldn’t stand it anymore. I walked quietly to where the light was and switched it on. Their eyes immediately fell on me. “Nice to finally grab your attention.”

Forbidden heat, chemistry, obsession. Roses are red, trouble looks good, and Elara was not prepared for this kind of heat. She thought her cheating, abusive husband was the best she could get. Two lost pregnancies. A family that body-shamed her and mocked her hard work like it was a hobby. She wanted peace. She got Adrian. Adrian…. cold, brilliant, infuriatingly attractive. A final-year student with eyes that lingered too long and a secret billionaire empire no one knew he controlled. A man used to getting everything he wants. She’s off-limits. He’s obsessed. And when their desire crosses the line, it ignites something neither of them can put out. What happens when the student no one dares to cross falls for the professor who thinks she’s unworthy of desire? This semester? They’re both failing self-control.