Novels by E L Simon

Milo woke before the sun, slipping quietly out of bed with care not to wake Ethan. The house felt still in a way it rarely did. Caleb had gone to visit his mom for the first time last night. It was the right thing, Milo knew that, but the absence lingered in the quiet corners. Both he and Ethan were worried about him, and though Ethan tried to hide it, Milo knew he would have liked to have Caleb here today of all days.Still, the bittersweet timing meant Milo could give Ethan his full attention, and the idea of a proper date later made his chest warm. Ethan had made him feel so welcome in this house, in his life, it was amazing how quickly it had come to feel like home. More than anywhere else he’d ever been.Padding into the kitchen in his socks, Milo set about working quietly. He’d looked up Ethan’s favorite. Waffles, fried chicken, bacon, and plenty of syrup. The sizzle of bacon filled the air, the golden smell of batter cooking in the iron. He worked fast but careful, arranging e

One week later, Ethan was stuck at yet another red light, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. Every intersection seemed rigged against him, every light red, every driver too slow. Irritation prickled at him. He needed to get home.Milo was sick. Pushed himself too hard for too long, just like Ethan had warned him. That rookie never listened, not when it came to his own limits. And though Ethan should give him a smug I told you so, right now he just wanted Milo to feel better.The team doc had already been by, checked him over, said it was nothing serious. A couple of days of rest and fluids, and Milo would be fine. Still, Ethan hated seeing him that pale, that quiet.He glanced at the paper bags in the passenger seat and double-checked the mental list. Soup. Two kinds, because he wasn’t sure what Milo would stomach. Crackers. Ginger ale. Popsicles. A refill of vitamins. Gatorade for hydration. Enough groceries to feed Caleb too—back from school now and on a mission to bulk up

The roar of the crowd was thunder in Milo’s chest. Every seat was filled, every face painted in team colors. The final game of the play-offs had come down to the Stormriders against the Reapers. One night, sixty minutes of ice, and everything on the line.Milo skated out with his teammates, legs pumping hard, stick tapping the boards as he passed the bench. He could feel Ethan’s presence on the ice, steady and protective behind him, but the tension in his stomach had nothing to do with nerves.This was it. The game they’d bled and sweated for all season.The Reapers were as brutal as ever, heavy on the body checks, leaning on intimidation more than finesse. And at the heart of it was 'Haskins', the enforcer who had injured Ethan weeks ago, leaving him with a shoulder that still ached in the mornings. Milo had never forgotten the sight of Ethan crumpled on the ice, nor the helpless fury that had burned in him since.Tonight, he was going to settle it.The puck dropped and the game tore

Milo’s grin hadn’t faded. It only widened when Ethan’s growl rumbled between them. The sound was low, dangerous, and promising. Foolish rookie. His heart hammered, adrenaline and desire tangling until he thought he might burn alive. He knew he’d stoked the storm, but he wanted it. He wanted to match him.Ethan slammed him back against the tile, mouth hot on his neck. His teeth scraped, tongue soothing the mark before biting down again. A groan ripped out of Milo’s chest as Ethan pawed at his ass with both hands, kneading and squeezing like he could claim him through sheer force. The blunt press of Ethan’s cock ground against his stomach, hard and needy. Milo clawed down his back, pulling him closer, refusing to just take it. He met him, pushed back, demanded more.“Ethan,” Milo gasped, tilting his head to give him more. The wet drag of Ethan’s mouth up his throat nearly undid him.Then Ethan spun them, dragging Milo with him until his hips collided with the counter edge. Milo stumb

Milo had only meant to follow Ethan, to ask him to come back to bed, but the door opened on a sight that rooted him in place.Ethan was braced against the sink, head bowed, his fist moving rough and fast along his cock. The muscles in his forearm flexed with every stroke, veins standing out, sweat beading on his temples. His jaw was tight like he was holding himself together by sheer force of will. Milo’s breath caught before he could stop it.For a moment he just stared. Heat rushed up his neck, pooling in his face. Seeing Ethan like this… shaking, desperate, unable to contain himself, sent a shiver through Milo’s whole body. The sight was raw, unguarded, more intoxicating than anything they’d done in bed together.“Ethan…” the word slipped out, half whisper, half plea. His throat burned with it.Ethan’s head snapped up, eyes wide, horror and want colliding. He froze mid-stroke, hand still wrapped around himself like he couldn’t decide whether to cover or keep going.Milo swallowed,

They'd pushed through the next rounds of the play-offs like they were charging a wall, grit, bruises, and a kind of hungry focus that made the days blur together.The rookies were starting to show it. Naturally, Ethan noticed Milo most of all. The ring under his eyes, the slow droop of his shoulders, the way he reached for coffee like it was oxygen.Revealing their relationship had helped. No more sneaking into hotel rooms or hiding texts on buses. Sharing a room every night had been unexpectedly simple, Milo’s toothbrush next to his, the soft glow of a lamp they argued over who would switch off. Ethan liked that. He liked knowing Milo slept better with him close.Which made the latest pattern sting sharper.The guys had started sneaking Milo away from him. Not with malice, more like they thought they were giving him a rookie rite of passage. Nights out that dragged too long. Too careless with someone Ethan wanted kept safe.Tonight had been the breaking point.He’d kept an eye on Mil

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

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