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“I wasn’t expecting you. I didn’t think that we would end up together. The single most extraordinary thing I’ve ever done with my life is fall in love with you. I’ve never been seen so completely, loved so passionately, and protected so fiercely.” The day she got wrongfully accused of her father’s murder and sent to jail, Ava Marie Antonini lost everything that mattered most: her freedom, her innocence, her future, and Federico, the only man she ever loved. No one, not even Federico, believed in her innocence… After a few years in prison, Ava Marie turns free as part of a parole program. During a visit to the Royal palace, she meets the new ruler of Bartovia: His Royal Highness, Prince Federico Alberto Enrico di Altavilla e Portanova… Her ‘Fede’. Prince Federico once loved Ava Marie so passionately he would have chosen her over his kingdom. But she pushed him away. Now that she's been released from prison, he discovers that she may be innocent and that, while in prison, she gave birth to… their baby boy. He must choose between honor and duty. Prince Federico will claim his heir… but what about Ava Marie? With everything that happened, can Ava Marie still be his Princess? His most beloved half?

They were supposed to be on the same team. Santos Khyle arrived in Seattle as the Soul Reapers' most anticipated rookie in years, a natural-born scorer with something to prove and a chip on his shoulder the size of a regulation puck. Gunner Jäger had been tearing up the ice as the team's feared enforcer for two seasons, and he had zero interest in sharing his spotlight with some orange-haired twenty-one year old who looked at him like he was a problem to be managed. From the moment they met, it was war. On the ice, they were a disaster. Off it, they were worse. Screaming matches in corridors. Fists through locker room walls. A live on-air brawl that made every highlight reel in North America and earned them both a suspension, a lecture from their furious coach, and the undivided attention of the entire hockey world. Nobody could stand to watch them together. Nobody could look away either. Because underneath the fury and the bruises and the months of spectacular mutual destruction, something else was building. Something neither of them had language for yet. Something that felt uncomfortably like the only fight either of them was actually afraid to lose. The Soul Reapers are one playoff run away from everything. Gunner and Khyle are one honest conversation away from falling apart completely. Or maybe, just maybe, from finally figuring out what they are to each other. Pucking Up the Ice is a slow burn MM romance set in the brutal and beautiful world of professional hockey. It contains explicit language, on-ice violence, emotional gut punches, two men who are absolutely terrible at feelings, and a love story that had to break everything before it could build something worth keeping.

Jasmine Goldwyn was born into power, an heiress to one of the most influential empires in the country, but betrayal shattered her perfect life. First, by the husband she trusted… then, by the best friend she loved like a sister. After a brutal accident that left her unrecognizable and erased her memory, Jasmine woke up in a stranger’s world. Cipher D’Amato who happens to be a cold, calculating billionaire claimed to be her fiancé, married her, and gave her a new name… Sophie. But Cipher’s rescue was no act of love, it was a business move built on lies, secrets, and selfish gain. Now, Jasmine’s memories have returned and with them came with the truth about Cipher, the husband who betrayed her, and the dark conspiracy that nearly ended her life. Cipher thinks she’ll stay. Her ex husband believes she’s dead. They’re both wrong. The Man Who Stole My Name is a gripping dark billionaire romance about twisted love, betrayal, identity, and a woman’s ruthless quest for the truth and revenge.

Every Christmas Eve, the heir of the Marco mafia family—Adrian Marco, must follow the family tradition: Draw a name to decide whether he’s allowed to marry me. Because I, Irene Cast, am not mafia-born. Unless he draws the slip with my name on it, he can’t take me as his wife. For four years, Adrian has drawn four times. And not once did he draw my name. I always thought he fought with his family because of me— that he was willing to risk losing his position as the Don, just to choose me. Every time he failed, he held me so tightly and whispered, “It’s okay. There’s always next year.” And I loved him so much it hurt. Hurt enough that I was willing to wait, year after year. This year, I told myself: If he still doesn’t draw my name… I’ll secretly switch the result. I sneaked to the door of Adrian’s study, and heard his younger brother ask: “Don… every year you do draw Irene's name. Why do you pretend you didn’t? Is it because you still can’t let Sera go?” But he simply said, in a flat voice, “Sera needs me for something urgent. Do what you always do: swap Irene’s name for a blank one.” He walked out without looking back. Instead of swapping, he tossed the blank slip into the trash, left the one with my name on the table, and hurried after Adrian. I went inside, picked up the blank slip from the trash, and replaced the one with my name. Watching my own name fall into the garbage. Adrian…I don’t want to wait and marry you anymore. I’ll grant you your choice.

Zara Torres has three rules at Harlow University: no athletic dorm drama, no boring elective classes, and absolutely, under no circumstances, no hockey players. She's broken all three before October. Now she's stuck writing a semester-long profile on Declan Mercer — starting center, criminally good at skating backward, and the most inconveniently interesting person she's met since arriving at Harlow. He's easygoing where she's structured, instinctive where she's methodical, and somehow always exactly where she isn't expecting him to be. Which, as it turns out, is a problem. Zara knows how to land on her feet. She's been doing it since the fall that broke her wrist and her confidence in one clean moment two years ago. She doesn't need a hockey player dissecting her skating footage at midnight or texting her things that are too honest for seven AM. She definitely doesn't need him to be right. But just as something real starts forming between them — something unscripted, something she didn't prepare for — a single email pulls the assignment and threatens to take everything with it. Some edges are sharper than they look. And some falls are worth the landing.

He’s the NHL’s most violent beast. And to save his multi-million dollar career, I have to let him lock the cage. I used to manage billionaires, tech tycoons, and corporate sociopaths. But after a toxic ex destroyed my life and left me in crippling debt, I traded my high-powered PR career for the quiet sanctuary of a piano teacher. I thought I was safe.Then came the Tigers. And then came Logan McAllister.He’s six-foot-five of raw, unhinged athletic dominance. A superstar goalie with a violent temper that just left a hotel elevator in ruins. He’s one strike away from a lifetime ban, and the team is offering to wipe my entire debt portfolio if I can rehabilitate his monstrous public image for six months.I thought I could handle him. I was wrong.From the second I step into his world, Logan doesn't want a publicist. He wants total submission. To him, I’m just a fragile little mouse trapped in his territory.Behind closed doors, the boundaries blur.I want to run. I want to escape the terrifying, breathless rush that spikes in my veins whenever he crowds me against the wall. There is no way out. Logan doesn't care about the league's rules. He only cares about his crease. And he’s already decided that my body, my breath, and my future belong to him. Warning: This is an extreme, high-spice, dark sports romance featuring an unhinged, ultra-possessive alpha hero and heavy bully themes. It contains dubcon/non-con elements, public humiliation, birth control tampering, and breeding themes. There is minimal grovel—the beast stays a beast. Read at your own discretion.