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When Jake Savage walks out of prison, the man he used to be is long gone. Now known as Wrath, he carries a debt to Rancid and a reputation forged in blood. His road leads to Reading, Pennsylvania—straight into the clubhouse of the Road Warriors MC, where violence is currency and loyalty is law. Love was never part of his plan. But when danger closes in, Wrath does the only thing he’s ever been sure of: protect what’s his. A five-year-old boy wandering down his driveway becomes the unexpected spark that shifts his world—and gives him something worth fighting for. As old grudges resurface and new enemies take aim, Wrath discovers that peace was never meant for a man like him. Caught between being a protector and monster, he must face betrayal, forge uneasy alliances, and unleash the darkness that’s kept him alive.

In the stillness of my penthouse evenings, where my world ignited by Adrian’s touch, I was, for all purposes, the luckiest woman in the world. And I am, or was, Cecilia Lancaster, a dreamer who fell for Adrian Blackwood’s dark and brooding good looks, every moment, every laugh, every tear, all with my ride or die best friend, Isabel Chen. We formed a group of unbreakable relationships or so I believed—only until one afternoon shattered all my world. The pregnancy test shone brightly, a mini spark of joy amidst all our glitz and mayhem. However, barging into our bedroom like a maniac, I destroyed the image: Adrian and Isabel, locked in an embrace made for lovers, sheepishly gazing at me. The twist hit like thunder. "Love? Never," Adrian growled, his slap echoing my breaking heart. "Your father's reckless deal killed mine in that boardroom betrayal. I married you for vengeance to strip away your happiness like he did ours." Isabel's revelation stabbed deeper"I'm pregnant with his heir, Cecilia. The family you could never build." I fled into the raging storm, devastated, and whispered to my unborn child, "We'll make our own light, baby," before a screech of tires and oblivion claimed me. They mourned me as dead. 5 yrs later, Adrian's empire was flourishing, built on an unfulfilling revenge—until Isabel's web unraveled: her "pregnancy" a cruel fabrication in an attempt to trap him. As Adrian wrestles with the second opportunity to succeed, to win back the family he never knew, hidden truths abound: allegations of company treachery, Isabel's vendetta comeback, and my wavering recollections on the cusp of igniting fresh hurts. Can love truly be reborn from the flames, or shall the central conflict: forgive or fury?consume us all?

The Last Wolfe is a dark mafia romance about two enemies who fall in love without knowing they are enemies. Raven Wolfe is the last survivor of her family. Eight years ago, the Vlad family murdered her parents, her brothers, her uncles, her cousins. She survived because she was not home that night. Now she hunts the men who destroyed her life. She has no names. No faces. She has been chasing shadows for eight years. Fenris Vlad is the son of Dante Vlad, the man who ordered the massacre. He has spent years searching for the last heir of the Wolfe family. He does not know what she looks like. He only knows she exists. They meet by chance at a charity gala. She is there because her boss told her to network. He is there because his father ordered him to attend. Their eyes meet across the room. Something sparks between them. He pursues her. She lets him. Partly for the mission. Partly because she cannot help herself. She learns about his past slowly. His mother's death. His father's cruelty. The guilt he carries. He learns about her even slower. She has been lying for eight years. She is careful. But the truth has a way of slipping out. When Raven discovers that Fenris was present during her family's massacre, her world shatters. She walks away. He hunts for her. He finds her. The truth comes out. Dante Vlad orders her death. Fenris chooses her over his father. He kills Dante to save her. The story ends with Fenris walking away from the empire. They leave the city together. They start a new life. No contracts. No threats. Just love. The Last Wolfe is approximately 105,000 words. Dark romance. Mafia. Enemies to lovers. Adult content.

Ellie is horrified to discover the pharmaceutical company she works for is doing illegal experiments. Company scientists have spliced human and animal DNA, creating exotic new species. One such “experiment” captures her heart and she’ll do anything to save him—even if he hates her for it. Fury has never known compassion or love. He’s spent his life in a cell, chained and abused by humans. The one woman he allowed himself to trust betrayed him. Now he’s free and set on vengeance. He vows to end her life but when she’s finally in his grasp, harming her is the last thing he wants to do to the sexy little human. Fury can’t resist Ellie—the touch of her hands, her mouth on his skin, her body wrapped around his. He’s obsessed with the scent of his woman. And Ellie wants Fury—always has. She craves his big, powerful body and wants to heal his desolate heart. But loving Fury is one thing…taming him is another.

Many years ago, Jack Banning was a top secret agent and former body guard of the vice president. His loyalty to the vice president and the nation was unbeatable. But he was set up in a cold-blood murder of the vice President's brother, Tony, by the enemy political elites who had wished for his downfall. Jack Banning was condemned to death afterwards. But right now, some years after, when death began to take its toll on the political elites, claims emerged that Jack Banning was on the rampage, wiping out the politicians. But how could a man who was supposed to be dead be running wild around the city killing? Now, his daughter, Miriam, from his estranged wife was the inspector presiding over the death toll ravaging the city. The inspector had some facts which nobody had. She was stuck between her duty and her secret biological ties with Jack Banning.

It’s said the most dangerous people are the ones who have nothing left to lose, that welcomed death even. Being angry at the whole fucking world for taking everything from you, leaving you alone to watch the world around you as it carry’s on. Watching the people you once thought were the protectors, when in fact they were to blame for the empty hole that now sits heavy in your chest where once your heart sat.