Novels by Deedson

Isabella Conti has one job: keep her family alive. When her late father's shipping company collapses under a debt owed to the Rossaro empire, the man who comes to collect isn't a lawyer or a banker. It's Matteo Rossaro, the Don who inherited his father's throne and his father's enemies in the same breath. Matteo doesn't want money. He wants Isabella under his roof, wearing his name in public, and answering to no one but him, until the debt is paid in full. Isabella agrees for one reason only: her younger brother Nico has three weeks to live unless the Conti name is protected. She walks into Rossaro territory expecting a cage. What she finds instead is a man built from silence and control, a household of loyal soldiers who watch her like she might be a knife pointed at their Don's back, and a secret buried in both their families that neither of them is ready to survive. Matteo tells himself the arrangement is business. Then Isabella starts asking questions he can't answer, standing her ground when his own men flinch, and looking at him like she sees the boy underneath the Don. Every hour she stays in his house is an hour his rivals sharpen their knives, and Dante Vitale, the heir circling Matteo's territory, is already whispering that the Rossaro throne has gone soft. When the truth about what really happened between their fathers finally surfaces, it will not just threaten the fragile trust growing between them. It will hand Dante the exact weapon he needs to burn both families to the ground. Isabella came to save her brother. She never planned on falling for the one man capable of destroying everything she loves, or discovering that loving him might be the only way to save it.

Lyra Thorne has spent nine years learning how to disappear. The last surviving wolf of a bloodline branded traitorous, she scrubs floors in the Ashwood Pack house and keeps her eyes down, because Omegas who are seen get punished, and Thornes who are seen get killed. Then Alpha Kaelan Ashwood walks into a room and her wolf goes still for the first time in her life, recognizing a mate bond that pack law says cannot exist. Kaelan is seven days from a mating ceremony that will bind his pack to the powerful Voss bloodline and end a war his father started. He does not have room in his life for an Omega girl with scared eyes and a surname that makes grown wolves flinch. He especially does not have room for the pull in his chest that roars awake every time she's near, a pull his own law calls forbidden, and his own father calls a death sentence. But Lyra is not who the pack thinks she is. Buried under nine years of silence is a bloodline older and stronger than Ashwood's own, a massacre that was never what it seemed, and a lie that Kaelan's father has protected since the night the Thorne pack burned. As the mate bond deepens, a rival Alpha circles closer, an arranged bride watches with narrowing eyes, and the truth about who really destroyed Lyra's family starts clawing its way to the surface. Every stolen moment between them costs something. Every answer creates two new questions. And somewhere in the dark between what the law forbids and what the wolf inside her knows to be true, Lyra has to decide whether she wants to survive the Ashwood pack, or lead it.

Rhen Thornwolf has one rule burned into her bones: Omegas do not look Alphas in the eye. Not ever. Her pack bled for that rule a hundred years ago, when a Thornwolf woman loved an Ashveil heir and cursed both bloodlines when it ended in blood under a red moon. Now the curse is legend, the packs are enemies turned uneasy allies, and Rhen is nobody. A kennel girl. A name nobody bothers to learn. Kieran Ashveil is the Alpha heir everybody bothers to learn. Tomorrow he will stand before both packs and accept a mating bond with Elara Duskmoor, sealing a treaty that keeps the hunters off Ashveil land for another generation. He does not want her. He wants the girl who pulled a wounded pup out of a hunter's trap with her bare hands and did not run when he found her covered in blood and told her to. One scent-drenched night before his engagement is announced, Kieran and Rhen collide, and the mate pull neither of them asked for slams into place like a door locking behind them. It should be impossible. Omegas cannot bond Alphas. The curse forbids it on pain of war. But the pull does not care about pain, or law, or the wedding already being planned in the Ashveil hall. As Rhen is drawn deeper into Kieran's world, she starts noticing things that do not add up. A locket she has worn since birth matches a crest carved into the oldest wall in Ashveil territory. Her mother never told her where she came from. And the curse everyone fears may not be a punishment at all. It may be a promise nobody has been brave enough to keep.

Emily Hart has one goal: save her late mother's bakery and open a pastry shop of her own before she turns twenty five. She has never wanted anything from the Whitfield family beyond their weekly order of croissants. Then her father tells her the truth he has hidden for years. He owes the Whitfield family trust a debt so large it will cost them the bakery within the month, unless Emily agrees to something that sounds impossible. Marry Nathaniel Whitfield, the coldest, most unreachable man in Manhattan, for one year. Nathaniel does not want a wife. He wants control of the company his grandfather built, and his grandmother's will has strapped that control to a wedding ring with a thirty day deadline. Every candidate his assistant has vetted wants his money, his name, or his photograph on their arm. Emily Hart wants none of it. She looks at him like he is a person and not a headline, and that terrifies him more than the deadline does. What begins as a transaction, a signature, a rushed courthouse wedding that makes Emily a billionaire's wife overnight, becomes something neither of them planned for. Small kindnesses. A shared umbrella. An accidental‌ laugh in the back of a car. But​ Nathaniel⁠'s ex fia‌ncee Vanessa has not forgotten what she lost, and she is n​ot finish​ed trying t⁠o ta‍k⁠e it back, this time by an​y means necessary. Meanwhile Emi‌ly⁠'s st‌ubbor‌n independen⁠ce and Na‌thaniel's instinct to control everything around him collide again and again, each f⁠ight peeli⁠ng back one more layer of the wa‌lls both of them built. ‍As the year draws on,‍ secrets buried in‌ both​ families start to surface.‌ A‍ hid‌den cla‌use in Eleanor's will. A doc​ument V‍anessa st​i​l‌l h⁠as.

Wren Thorne is an Omega, the lowest rank in her pack, the daughter no one remembers to introduce. When a hundred year war between the Thorne pack and the powerful Ashborn pack is finally set to end, the treaty demands one thing: a bride from the Thorne bloodline for Alpha Kade Ashborn. That bride was supposed to be Wren’s older sister, Ivy. But Ivy runs the night before the wedding, and Wren is sent in her place, wearing her sister’s name like a stolen coat. Kade never wanted a wife chosen for him. He wanted the pull every wolf is promised, the mate bond his own father forbids him from trusting. The moment the woman he believes is Ivy Thorne steps onto his land, his wolf reacts in a way it was never supposed to. Then he learns the truth. She is not Ivy. She is the Omega sister nobody wanted, and by pack law, an Omega can never stand at his side as Luna. Wren and Kade are bound now by a lie neither of them chose, and a pull neither of them can deny. As the wedding date closes in, an old secret buried eighteen years deep begins to surface, one that ties Wren’s blood to the enemy pack blamed for starting the war that destroyed Kade’s family. If the truth comes out, it will not just end a wedding. It will restart a war. Under the blood moon, some bonds are not supposed to exist. That will not stop them from forming.

For five years, I played the ghost in my own marriage. I pressed Julian Daniel’s pristine suits, matched his cufflinks, and sat by the window like a loyal dog, waiting for the "Ice King" CEO to look at me with something resembling desire. Instead, I received clinical kindness and a box containing a gold watch. Every anniversary, the exact same script. It was his way of checking a box - a tax he paid for a life he felt obligated to support. I sacrificed my career as a prima ballerina, shattering my legs to push him out of the path of a speeding car. He didn't marry a wife; he locked away a debt. The anniversary script burned to ash on our fifth year. Standing outside the bathroom door, I heard the raw, unbridled passion Julian had denied me for half a decade. He wasn't breathing my name into the steam. He was choking out the name of his high school heartbreak: Penelope. The betrayal didn't end in our bedroom. It followed me to a high-end restaurant where Julian hosted a private lunch. Pushing open the heavy wooden doors, I didn't find a husband willing to defend his wife. I found his childhood friend dragging his foot in a cruel, mocking circle, mimicking my limp to a room erupting in roars of laughter. Penelope doubled over in delight. And Julian? He sat at the head of the table, watching my humiliation with a look of pure, unbothered boredom. “I owe her,” his voice cut through the fading laughter, calm and tired. “I am just trying to pay back a debt.”

Elena Hart has one goal: save her mother's dying architecture firm and finish the free art school she promised a neighborhood full of kids. She does not have time for billionaires, board rooms, or the tabloids. Then her father's secret debt lands in the hands of Alexander Sterling, the coldest, most powerful hotel magnate in New York, and Elena is handed an impossible choice. Marry a stranger within the week or watch her father's company, and her father's heart, give out for good.Alexander does not want a wife. He wants the company his grandfather built, which his grandfather's will now threatens to hand to Alexander's grasping cousin Marcus unless Alexander marries before his thirty third birthday, eleven days away. A marriage of convenience to a woman with nothing to gain from his money solves two problems at once. He tells himself it means nothing.Neither expects the wedding night conversation that will not stay buried, the growing ache of wanting someone who was never supposed to matter, or the masked stranger from a blackout charity gala a year earlier who is suddenly impossible to forget. As Marcus and Vanessa circle closer, and Eleanor Sterling's old secret rises from a hidden letter, Elena and Alexander must decide whether the contract that trapped them might be the truest thing that ever happened to either of them, before someone burns it all down first.

Ellie Hartman never planned to marry a billionaire. She planned to save her grandmother’s bakery, the one with the chipped blue tile and the photograph of her grandfather still hanging by the door, the one that has fed the same Brooklyn block for thirty years. When an eviction notice arrives with sixty days on the clock, Ellie does what she always does. She fights. She marches into Cross Tower ready to shout at whoever is heartless enough to tear down a neighborhood, and she spills a full cup of coffee down the front of the coldest, most powerful man in New York. His name is Nathan Cross, and he has been waiting for her, though not for the reason she thinks. Nathan has thirty four days to marry or lose everything his father built to a scheming uncle who has already picked out his own office chair. Buried in an old family letter is the answer neither of them wants. Forty years ago, Ellie’s grandfather saved Nathan’s grandfather’s company, and a promise was made. If a Cross ever needs a Hartman, a Hartman will answer. Nathan needs a wife. Ellie needs a miracle. One contract, one year, and every debt on both sides disappears.