Novelas de E L Simon

If there was one thing Mac knew about Lukas Hanley, it was that the man loved his family.They could argue for hours, curse each other over the phone, or go months without talking, but the second something mattered, really mattered, Lukas would tear the world apart to protect them. It was part of what made him so damn loyal, and also what made him dangerous when pushed.One of Mac’s first memories of Lukas was during their rookie year at college, back when he was still getting to know his teammates.Some loudmouthed defenseman had made a crude joke in the locker room, something about what he’d do if he ever met ‘Hanley’s hot sister’. Lukas hadn’t even blinked before driving the guy into a row of lockers so hard the clang echoed across the room. Mac could still remember the stunned silence that followed, the flash of fury in Lukas’s eyes.That was the moment Mac decided the guy was going to be his best friend.Lukas was a great guy. A little rough around the edges, stubborn as hell, bu

The house had finally settled into a rhythm, the kind of rhythm only a newborn could dictate. Between the creaks of the old floorboards and the faint crackle of the baby monitor, Lukas had stopped checking the time altogether. Night bled into morning, and sleep was a myth neither he nor Aiden seemed to miss much.They took turns when Ell needed sleep, though most of the time they went together. Lukas didn’t mind the disturbance, didn’t mind the quiet shuffle through the hall or the dim glow of the nightlight as they entered the room to check on Theo. He’d never thought he’d enjoy this, being needed by something small, fragile, and loud, but he did.Aiden was a natural. Lukas caught himself staring more than once as the doctor changed Theo’s diaper with calm efficiency, humming softly like he’d done this a hundred times before. When Lukas offered to try, it went almost okay—until the kid decided to pee mid-change.Lukas froze, blinking down in disbelief. “He—he just pissed on me.”Aide

They barely made it through the door before Lukas turned, ready to pounce, but Aiden was already there, closing the space between them. Caging him in.Lukas’s back hit the wall, and then Aiden’s mouth was on his, hot and demanding, his body pressed flush against him. The air left Lukas’s lungs in a rush, a low sound tearing from his throat as Aiden kissed him like he’d been holding back for years.The doctor tasted like pure, unadulterated pleasure, and Lukas wanted to drown in it.Aiden’s hands were everywhere, skimming his sides, gripping his hip, sliding up under his shirt to touch bare skin.“Fuck,” Lukas breathed as they broke apart for air, his head tipping back against the wall. “You gonna get me pregnant now, doc?”Aiden smiled against his jaw, breath hot. “I'm going to try.”Lukas groaned as Aiden’s hand came up to cradle his neck, thumb stroking just under his jaw. Every press of lips against his skin, every inhale and exhale shared between them felt different now.Lukas til

Lukas was hurting.His shoulder throbbed, his knuckles burned, and there was a hollow ache sitting heavy in his chest. He’d just beaten the shit out of his best friend, or at least, the guy he’d always thought was his best friend. He didn’t know how to make it right. Punching Mac a few times hadn’t made him feel any better. If anything, it had only left him emptier.Looking down at the tiny creature in his arms, everything shifted.The world seemed to tilt around him, his breath pausing as he stared at that small, perfect face. His world got a little wider, and something inside him, something he hadn’t realized was caged, started to crumble.Aiden was going to have one of these? A tiny, perfect version of himself. And Lukas had thoughtlessly agreed to stand by, to play the role, to be the placeholder. Someone who could be swapped in and out as needed. He couldn’t do it. He couldn’t watch Aiden fall in love with someone else while pretending to be the warm-up act.He looked at Aiden, t

Aiden tightened the last screw on the crib, leaning back to admire his work. The little thing was sturdy. White wood with soft edges and a brand-new smell that clashed with the faint scent of antiseptic and baby powder in the room. He’d had it delivered at short notice, a rush order brought straight to Lukas’s mom’s house.Ell delivered a few weeks before her due date, so she hadn’t even put together the crib at her house yet, and understandably, she didn’t want to go back there tonight anyway.Kara and Ell were curled together in the same bed across the room, the baby nestled in Ell’s arms. All three out cold, breathing steady and shallow.The house was finally quiet after the chaos.Aiden crouched beside the bed, careful not to wake them, as he gently eased the baby from Ell’s arms. The tiny body shifted but didn’t stir. He smiled faintly, adjusting the blanket around the little boy before laying him down in the crib. When he turned back, Ell’s eyes had opened just slightly, heavy w

The name hit him like a blow to the ribs.Mac.It echoed in his head, pounding with each beat of his pulse.Mac, his teammate. His best friend since college.Mac, who he thought of as a brother.Mac, who’d spent Christmas and Thanksgiving with his family every damn year.Mac, who’d been there for every high and every fight on the ice.Mac, who he’d helped hook up with dozens of puck bunnies.He thought of the girls in the bars, the hotels, the giggling phone calls, the smug grins.That was just Mac.Except Mac had made Ell one of them.He’d turned her into another name, another story, and then left her like this. Raising a baby he’d never even mentioned.Lukas’s jaw clenched until it hurt. He could taste metal. His whole body shook with anger that had nowhere to go, raw and violent and protective all at once.Mac would pay for this.With blood.And no amount of it would be enough.Lukas’s phone buzzed again. Among the flood of team messages, celebrations about landing home, ending the

The silence stretched, thick with tension.Lili stood trembling in front of their desks, another black mat had been placed in front of her, centered like a stage. Her breath came shallow and fast. The weight of their gazes pressed into her skin, but neither man spoke. For a moment, the two brothers exchanged a look across their desks, a silent conversation she couldn’t begin to read.Her pulse skittered, thighs clenching. Were they deciding what to do with her? How far to take her today?The waiting was a torment all its own.Then, for the first time, Beckett spoke first.“Kneel.”The single word cracked through her like a whip. She dropped instantly, her knees sinking into the mat as though her body had been waiting for the command all along.“Spread your knees wider than your shoulders.” His voice was a low growl now, dark and steady.She swallowed hard and obeyed, thighs parting until her hips ached, the damp heat between her legs exposed to the cool air and their gaze as her skirt

Lili tossed and turned beneath the crisp, expensive sheets, sleep nowhere in sight.Her body still hummed with unsatisfied need, every inch of her sensitized beyond reason. The phantom press of Cade’s fingers and the rough pinch of Beckett’s grip haunted her skin, pulsing through her with every shallow breath.She shifted restlessly, thighs tense beneath her silk pajamas, heart racing. Logic told her to calm down, to rest, to let her body settle but her body refused to listen.Her mind, no better.She couldn’t stop replaying the afternoon, over and over. The way they had touched her. Spoken to her. Held her.They want me. They own me.The thought sent another flush of heat racing through her.Then a new one crept in. One she couldn’t shake.That sexual exclusivity clause… it applies to me. But does it apply to them?The idea of either of them doing those things to another woman made her stomach twist. Jealousy wasn’t supposed to be part of this, she knew that. But the thought of Becke

The soft chime sounded again.Five o’clock.Lili stirred slightly, blinking as the sound pulled her back to awareness. Cade’s hand gave one final, soothing stroke down her spine, then stilled.An hour. A whole hour had passed like that. Held, touched, stroked, commanded. The time had blurred and stretched, leaving her lightheaded and aching in ways she couldn’t name. She would have sworn it had been minutes, not an hour spent curled in their arms. And now it was over.“That’s time,” he said gently.Time. The hour of 'intimacy' was over.For a moment, she remained curled against Cade, hesitant to move, her body reluctant to give up the fragile sense of peace she’d found there. She could still feel Beckett's gaze, steady and unrelenting from the seat next to her.But then Cade’s tone shifted, lighter now, all business. “We have some work to finish.”She straightened slowly, cheeks flushed, heart racing at how quickly they could change the mood.“You’re free to go for today,” Cade contin

A soft chime sounded through the office. A low, melodic tone that made Lili flinch.Four o’clock.Her heart skipped, breath catching as she processed what that meant. Intimacy hour. The words sounded deceptively soft, but she wasn’t sure what they truly meant. After everything so far, she didn’t trust the shift. Was it more control? More tests? Something else entirely?Her pulse raced with uncertainty. She knew only one thing for certain, they expected her to obey, no matter what came next.The hands on her body withdrew. Cade’s fingers lifted with deliberate care, as if to remind her that control could be as gentle as it was commanding. Beckett’s grip released last, slower, almost reluctant. Or resentful. She couldn’t tell which, but the heat of it lingered long after his touch was gone.“That will do,” Cade said softly. “For now.”She swallowed, body trembling as the ache between her legs throbbed unanswered.“Lili,” Cade continued, voice warm now, coaxing. “Come here, sweetheart.”

A chair creaked softly beside her.Her heart stuttered, pounding so violently she was sure they must hear it. Every nerve in her body was on fire, her core aching and clenching at the words Cade spoke next.“We’re going to touch you now, Lili.”The simple declaration sent heat rushing through her, her breath caught halfway in her throat. She dug her fingers lightly into her thighs, grounding herself, fighting the urge to tremble.Touch me how? Where? The questions spun wildly in her head, feeding the dangerous coil of heat low in her belly.She didn’t move. Didn’t risk a glance. She kept her gaze locked forward on the desk, as though it might anchor her. As though it could somehow protect her from the two men flanking her now.She didn’t dare close her eyes, he hadn’t told her to. And part of her wasn’t sure if shutting them would make the moment easier or infinitely worse.She tried not to focus on the scents surrounding her. Subtle, masculine, expensive. The clean spice of Cade’s co

Lili’s pulse hammered as she obeyed.She crossed the office with slow, careful movements, her heels clicking softly in the charged silence. Cade remained seated behind his desk, watching her with an unreadable gleam in his eyes. But it was Beckett’s gaze she felt most keenly. He sat farther back, arms folded, his eyes shadowed and unreadable, but unwavering. Dark. Searing. As though he could see through her skin and straight into the thrum of arousal low in her belly.She stopped in front of Cade’s desk, her throat tight. Her hands hovered at her sides, unsure of where they should go. Her breath came quick and shallow, heat pooling low in her belly despite the nerves crawling over her skin.She waited.Cade didn’t speak at first. He leaned back in his chair, studying her with that slight, dangerous smile that had the power to unravel her. Beckett didn’t move, didn’t blink, just watched her, that cold, assessing stare making her want to squirm.The silence stretched, wrapping around he

Despite how Caelia occasionally cringed at the overzealous affection between her mother and Karios, she couldn’t deny the quiet warmth it brought her. There was a time when she’d believed her mother might never smile again, let alone be loved so tenderly. But now, Karios treated both of his wives like they hung the stars, and Gelda and Caelia’s mother had become inseparable. For all the pain that had paved their past, joy now bloomed freely.Lately, however, Karios’s devotion had met some stiff competition.Caelia’s son, Raelan, had stolen the hearts of the entire household.It was hardly a surprise. He was perfection, at least to her. He looked exactly like Rhyzar, down to the bronze tint of his skin and the soft waves of his dark hair. But his eyes, green-gold like sunlit peridot, that was her influence. He was the most beautiful baby in the world, and Caelia dared anyone to disagree.Everyone doted on him, his fathers most of all. He’d spent the first six months of his life sleepin

Another three months passed.Caius had returned on Rhyzar’s orders, though he seemed reluctant to leave the capital—or more specifically, to leave the king. Caelia had suspected for some time that Caius and the young king had grown… close. More than once, she had caught the telltale flush on Caius’s face when the king’s name was mentioned. Now, standing before her, Caius delivered his report in his usual straightforward manner, but there was an unspoken weight in his eyes.“The Mariswyn sons have returned to their father’s estate,” he explained. “After some time… healing.”Caelia’s brows lifted. Healing. A word that felt too foreign for the legacy left behind by her father.“They’re running the estate alongside Lady Mariswyn,” Caius continued, his expression softening. “They seem to be… in a better place.”Caelia hesitated, considering the weight of his words.“They’d like to meet you,” Caius said. “When you’re ready.”The idea of reconnecting with her half-brothers stirred something

Her husband approached with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes roving over her exposed, helpless form with a ravenous gaze.Caelia’s body flushed a deep crimson as she suppressed a gasp, feeling the white dragon press deeper into her once more. Her frame trembled with ecstasy, clenching around her new mate even as a fresh wave of embarrassment washed over her.Rhyzar’s gaze only heightened her arousal, his eyes never leaving her.Her gaze flicked downwards as he stopped directly in front of her.She could almost feel the heat radiating from him, her awareness of his proximity grew excruciating as the dragon began to move more rhythmically.A strong, warm hand cupped her jaw, lifting her head to face him.Panting from the relentless pleasure, she opened her eyes to meet his golden gaze, his obvious arousal mere inches from her face.A low growl resonated from Rhyzar’s chest, similar to the sounds the dragon behind her was making."Are you enjoying my gift?" he murmured, a dangerous edge

Pleasure rippled through Caelia's body as the white dragon’s long finger traced the curve of her backside. Heat spread from his touch, a wave of ecstasy sinking deep into her muscles and bones in a way no human could ever hope to replicate. His magic infused every caress, lighting up her nerves with sensations that bordered on unbearable.Her back arched instinctively, her body begging for more as a ragged moan slipped past her lips."Good." The dragon’s voice was deep and resonant, vibrating through the bed beneath her. It melted through her core without the use of magic. Pure, ancient dominance wrapped in a deceptively calm tone.“That’s cheating,” Rhyzar’s smirking voice curled into her mind, the sound dark and amused.Caelia’s breath hitched. She could feel Rhyzar’s arousal as clearly as her own, thrumming through the bond between them. It only stoked the fire burning beneath her skin.“Please,” she whispered, her voice breathless and trembling.A low growl rolled through the room

Caelia’s breath hitched, her pulse racing as heat coiled low in her belly.“I-uh-I—” she fumbled, her face burning as desire flooded through her veins. Her body practically vibrated with need.“Do not worry, Little Mate.” The silver-eyed man took a slow, deliberate step forward. His molten gaze pinned her in place as if he could see straight through her. “I’m well aware of my lack of experience with your body.” His lips curved into a lazy smile. “But I assure you, I will put you in a state of constant pleasure.”He said it so mundanely, as if he were discussing the weather.Before Caelia could process the meaning of his words, a wave of pure, exquisite ecstasy ripped through her body.Her knees buckled. Her inner walls fluttered around nothing, clenching helplessly as pleasure surged through her veins. She gasped, clutching at his hands—his firm, warm hands. Heat poured from his skin, the same heat that always radiated from Rhyzar.Her legs trembled dangerously beneath her.“Little Ma

Caelia had grown accustomed to the quiet companionship of her two guards. Despite her insistence that she had no need for their protection, Daxan and Orin had refused to leave her service, claiming it was their honor to protect her. At first, she had found their persistence exasperating. But then, she had noticed the way their eyes lingered on Liora—the subtle glances, the hesitant smiles—and it all made sense.The truth had come out at last. Liora, in her quiet bravery, had confessed her feelings to Caelia, admitting that she shared an affection for both men. The revelation had filled Caelia with an unfamiliar warmth, the kind she had rarely associated with relationships. Love, in all its forms, could be unconventional, unpredictable—but if it made them happy, then who was she to judge?And perhaps it was fate, because their presence also ensured another loose end remained tightly bound.Selene had survived.Rhyzar had kept his word, shielding her just enough to ensure she lived, but

One year later. The ocean sparkled like glass under the late spring sun, the waves a soft hush in the distance. From the wide terrace of their coastal home, her favorite of the three places they now split their time between, Vivienne rocked gently in a cushioned chair, a mug of tea in one hand and a baby monitor in the other.She may not have wanted to recreate the beach wedding from Weston's fake photos, but she did love being married beside the ocean. The real thing, it turned out, was far better than the fiction ever could have been.Inside, laughter rang out.Knox’s deep voice and a tiny, gurgling squeal.Elodie was a tiny, perfect clone of her father. Same eyes, same expression, same ridiculous pout when she didn’t get her way. Not that she ever didn’t get her way. Not with Knox around.At only four months old, she had him wrapped around her tiny fingers. He read bedtime stories with full dramatic flair, vetoed every outfit that wasn’t soft enough, and insisted on carrying her

The orchard had transformed.Twinkling lights glowed between the blossoms, casting a golden shimmer across the petals floating gently to the grass below. The aisle of soft white carpet wound between the trees, lined with wildflowers and candles in tall glass lanterns. A gentle sea breeze stirred the air, carrying the faintest scent of salt and spring.Vivienne stood at the edge of it all, heart hammering.Earlier that afternoon, she’d walked into what could only be described as dress chaos, hundreds of gowns in every color and shape imaginable. Thankfully, the designers had taken mercy on her and narrowed it down to a short list, which she gratefully accepted.Tina had worked miracles, pulling her hair into soft, romantic waves, dusting her skin with a radiant glow, and somehow making her feel like a bride even before the veil went on.She wore a gown of soft ivory silk, draped delicately off her shoulders, fitted perfectly. Her hair was swept up in loose waves, blossoms pinned throug

Vivienne was still staring, mouth parted in stunned disbelief, when Knox slipped his fingers through hers.“How—” she breathed. “How did you set all this up? How could you have known I wouldn’t say the beach?”Knox gave her a crooked, sheepish smile. “I didn’t.”She blinked.“I actually had four venues prepped on this estate,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “The beach, a garden, a hilltop, and this.” He looked out toward the orchard, warm light filtering through the trees. “Zayne owns the place, so I had a little creative freedom. But… I had a really good feeling about the orchard. I like it here too.”He shifted, the smallest hint of nerves flitting through his usually impenetrable expression.“So what do you think?” he asked, voice softer now. “Would you like to marry me today?”He gave her a smile that made her stomach flip.“It would make me… unbelievably happy,” he said. “But if you’re not ready, I’ll turn the car around right now. I’ll understand. I’ll wait.”Vivienn

Vivienne was curled up in Knox’s hoodie. A new one, not the worn and torn piece of comfort she’d clung to for the past year. That one was still safe in her drawer, of course. No way was she letting him throw it out. But this hoodie was soft, still fluffy on the inside, and it smelled like him. Fresh and familiar. Perfect. And the fact that she now had access to an unlimited supply of these made her a little giddy.She tucked her legs under her on the chaise, phone in hand, and opened the news app.The headline hit her like a thunderclap.WESTON CARTER AND CELESTE LANGLEY ARRESTED IN EMBEZZLEMENT SCANDALHer thumb froze mid-scroll.She clicked the article.Photos. Weston being led into a police vehicle, looking pale and furious. Celeste in sunglasses, her jaw set tight. The charges were laid out in bold: financial fraud, misappropriation of company funds, falsified wire transfers. Multiple witnesses. Paper trails.Vivienne’s heart hammered.How?She’d kept her word. She hadn’t released

“No,” Knox said flatly. “And don’t ask me to use her again.”The words carried across the soundstage with a finality that made several crew members freeze mid-movement.Vivienne stood up.Heads turned. Some crew members looked wary, until they caught sight of Reid and Felix flanking her like silent shadows.She walked straight to Knox, eyes bright with exasperation and something else.“Knox,” she hissed under her breath. “You have to kiss her. She’s your love interest. You can’t just say no and walk off.”He raised a brow. “Actually, I can. I have a clause in my contract. Any intimate scene—including kissing—I can opt to use a double.”Her jaw dropped. “You wrote that into your contract?”He shrugged. “Didn’t used to. But things change.”She stared at him. “But I love your romantic scenes. You have to at least kiss the actress playing your lover. That’s not a big ask.”He looked her up and down, that maddening glint in his eye returning.“Nope,” he said. “Only you, sweetheart.”And th

Knox sat on the edge of the bed, still shirtless, brushing the backs of his fingers down Vivienne’s arm as she blinked awake.“You slept like a rock,” he murmured.Vivienne stretched under the sheets, her hair a warm mess around her face. “How long did I—”“Long enough,” he said, then pressed a kiss to her shoulder. “But I’ve got to go to work.”She frowned. “Right now?”“Unfortunately.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You have two choices: stay here, order food and anything else you want all day...”Her brow arched.“Or,” he added, “you can come with me to set.”Her eyes lit up instantly.Knox chuckled. “I’ll take that as a vote for set.”***By the time they arrived at the soundstage, Vivienne was practically glowing. Knox had set her up in his private trailer, his dressing room really, but it felt like a luxury suite. A plush sofa. Bottled water chilled to her preference. A blanket wrapped around her legs, and pillows propped up behind her like she was royalty on bed re