Novels by Aero Reads

Dante Cruz looks untouchable star quarterback, all muscle and tattoos, the guy everyone either wants to be or wants to have. But his grades are tanking, and if he fails one more class, football won’t save him. Eli Summers never expected to room with him. Eli’s a lit major, more at home with novels and coffee stains than roaring crowds. He’s blonde, silly, always running late, and his painted nails drive Dante crazy in ways he can’t explain. What starts with late-night tutoring and bickering over laundry turns into something else something hotter, riskier. A kiss in the wrong place. A touch that lingers too long. Suddenly, keeping boundaries feels impossible. But the campus is watching. Rumors spread fast, and Dante has everything to lose if anyone finds out. Eli has to decide if he’s okay being Dante’s secret or if love this strong deserves to be seen.

Jamie Reyes doesn’t do one-night stands. But after a soul-crushing breakup and too many glasses of whiskey, he lets himself fall—just once—for a stranger’s hands, lips, and whispered promises in the dark. No names. No strings. No future. Until Monday morning, when his anonymous hookup steps into the conference room… as Julian Black, his new department supervisor. Julian is everything Jamie shouldn’t want—older, emotionally locked down, and strictly off-limits. Yet the tension simmers, sharp as ever, and pretending it didn’t happen is impossible when every brush of fingers feels like a memory. They’re supposed to be professionals. They’re not supposed to want more. And if they’re caught, everything Jamie’s worked for could fall apart. But what happens when the lines blur, and a one-night mistake becomes the one thing neither of them can walk away from? A steamy, slow-burn MM office romance filled with forbidden tension, secret glances, and the kind of chemistry that doesn’t stay buried.

You belong to me from the moment you walk in... until I say you can leave.” When struggling 22-year-old Noah Hart lands a job as the personal assistant to cold, ruthless billionaire Elias Voss, he thinks it’s just another paycheck. But Elias isn’t just demanding—he’s a man who doesn’t believe in love, doesn’t tolerate mistakes, and doesn’t mix business with pleasure. At least, not until Noah walks into his office. As the days blur into nights and the lines between personal and professional disappear, Noah finds himself caught in Elias’s dangerous world—where power is a game, and attraction is lethal. But Noah has secrets too. And the deeper he falls, the harder it will be to escape. Can a cold CEO learn to love—or will he destroy the only man who ever saw through his mask?

In the brutal world of professional hockey, where alphas dominate the ice and omegas are sidelined or hidden, enforcer Jax Harlan has always played as a beta tough, unyielding, invisible to scents. Until one brutal check during a heated rivalry game shatters everything. His body betrays him mid-shift: pheromones flood the rink, heat crashes in waves, and the league's suppressants fail spectacularly. Jax isn't a beta. He's a late-bloomer omega, and the revelation hits like a body slam identity crisis, shame, fear of losing his career in a sport that chews up "weak" secondaries. Enter Ronan Kane, captain of the rival team, the Ice Wolves. Cold, commanding, and haunted by his family's dark legacy his father was banned from the league after a scandal involving pheromone manipulation and fixed games that ruined their pack. Ronan swore off omegas to avoid the same downfall, burying his instincts under layers of control and victory. But Jax's sudden, intoxicating scent during that game? It awakens something primal Ronan can't ignore. Forced into proximity by a league investigation into "tampered suppressants" , the two enemies clash on the ice in brutal checks, off it in locked locker rooms and quarantined hotel suites during Jax's first uncontrollable heat. Jax fights his new biology, refusing to be claimed or pitied. Ronan battles his possessive urges, terrified bonding will expose his family's secrets and destroy them both. As playoffs loom and the truth unravels corrupt pack politics rigging trades, hidden mpreg risks for omegas in pro sports their rivalry ignites into something deeper: slow-burn trust, raw vulnerability, and a knot that could either save or ruin them. In a world that demands alphas conquer and omegas submit, can two broken players rewrite the rules... or will the ice crack under the weight of their claim?.

Liana Elizabeth Rose of the prestigious Rose family woke gasping—remembering everything. At first, she thought it was a dream. Or a hallucination. Maybe heaven, maybe hell, or wherever people go when life has been cruel enough to steal their breath. But the room was the same. The curtains were the same. The smooth, unscarred skin she touched was the same. As if the last five years of betrayal and humiliation had never etched themselves into her. Then the panic hit. She remembered. Every. Single. Thing. The cold metal of prison bars. Her husband Adrian’s dead, beautiful eyes accusing her of the accident. The trial. The cousin who framed her. The family who abandoned her. The little brother who no longer remembered her voice. Her death. And the cruelest truth: she wasn’t even from this world. It was a book a stupid novel her roommate had recommended. She died inside a story she didn’t write. And now, she woke up at the moment everything began to crumble. Fine. Sharpen her mind. Feed her ambition. And when the plot tried to drag her back, she’d pull harder. Then there was him—Adrian. From his point of view, the world shifted. Her scent. Her voice. Her existence. Everything about her crawled under his skin, sank into his bloodstream, coiled around his bones. He didn’t understand it. He didn’t want to. He only knew: if she breathed, he wanted it. If she moved, he followed. Obsession wasn’t a symptom—it was his nature. And Liana? She had rewritten herself into the one thing he could never let go of. This time, she wasn’t the victim. She wasn’t a plot device. She was the storm. And Adrian? Learning, too late, that even possession has a price.