Unbroken Author Laura Hillenbrand

Blanche Lucille Emerson, a relentless and calculating Captain haunted by the loss of her wife, Venus, in a mysterious accident. Now driven by a thirst for vengeance, Blanche navigates a world of secrets, betrayal, and political machinations as she digs into the layers of deceit that surround her family's powerful pharmaceutical empire. Alongside her, Yama Laine, a trusted ally, and Cessair, her estranged sister, reveal their own hidden agendas. Blanche uncovers a vast conspiracy linked to General Grey and an underground organization known as the Black Spectre, which her father, Silas Grey, once controlled. The deeper she digs, the more she realizes that not only her wife’s death but also her parents' and countless others' were orchestrated to protect a dark secret connected to her family. As Blanche takes calculated risks and enlists Yama’s help, her plan teeters between survival and self-destruction. Along the way, her encounters with spies like Aracelli and the revelation of her sister Cessair’s resentment deepen the conflict. Old alliances crumble, as personal motivations clash, and long-buried truths about her family and its ties to the Black Market come to light. All the while, Blanche's mind is torn between her mission and her lingering love for Venus. With a final showdown on the horizon, the question remains: Can Blanche take down the enemy and clear her family’s name, or will the weight of the past bury her alive? Catch-22: To Die is To Live Hard is a story of revenge, loyalty, and the heavy price of uncovering the truth.

She was running from a man who owned her past. He was the man willing to fight for her future. Cassie Davidson doesn’t do love. At least not anymore. A talented cook with a locked heart, she lives by one rule: never get too close. But when George Sinclair, a soft-spoken billionaire with sharp eyes and a quiet fire, walks into her life, her rulebook starts to crack. George sees through her walls. He doesn’t ask questions but also never misses a detail. And when Cassie begins to let him in, she feels something she thought she lost forever... Safe. Just when she's beginning to breathe again, her nightmare returns. Xavier, the ex she barely escaped, is back. And this time, he's not playing fair. Caught between the ghosts of her past and a man willing to rewrite her future, Cassie must decide: will she keep surviving, or finally choose to live, fight? Hearts Unchained is a slow-burn billionaire romance pulsing with emotional tension, deep healing, and a love worth breaking chains for.

Matthew O'Donnell is a respected soldier that loves his family as well as his work. The things of his past haunt him down that made him dig himself in work. But an accident that happened will force him to go back home.Will it force him to face the haunted past?Will Matthew give in and listen to his mother’s wishes and live on a safe and happy life?Find out as the story progresses

Devane doesn't do family. She does territory. As the ruthless leader of a notorious biker gang, she's built her reputation on cold eyes and colder decisions. She takes what she wants and never looks back. Sentiment is weakness. Love is a liability. The only soft thing she's ever allowed herself is the tattoo on her wrist—a faded, ghostly handprint she never explains. A debt she can't repay. Clarisse is unravelling. A ballerina forged in pressure and perfection, she controls the one thing no one else can: her body. Every skipped meal is a small victory. Every sharp bone is proof of discipline. She doesn't need saving. She doesn't need anyone. She's fine. She's always fine. Then a wedding neither of them wanted makes them family. Thrust under the same roof, Devane and Clarisse are now cousins by marriage—and enemies by instinct. Devane is chaos and cigarette smoke, cold and unapologetic. Clarisse is silence and uneaten dinners, a girl folding inward. They clash at every turn. Devane thinks Clarisse is a fragile little princess playing at suffering. Clarisse thinks Devane is a brute who takes up too much space. But the tension between them is a living thing. And it's growing. Every slammed door. Every lingering stare. Every accidental touch that lasts a second too long. Devane finds herself watching Clarisse in ways that have nothing to do with family. Clarisse finds herself craving a danger she's spent her whole life avoiding. Neither of them is ready for what happens when hatred starts to feel like hunger. And neither of them knows that this isn't the first time their lives have collided.

In my third year working overseas as a war correspondent, a grenade blast left me wounded and stripped me of my memories. The PTSD that followed was severe enough to keep me in a psychiatric hospital for two years. It wasn't until two months ago that I finally remembered who I was. The day I came home, my best friend and my husband met me at the airport, both of them crying harder than I was. Russell Ellison's eyes were red-rimmed, but his voice was as gentle as ever. "The new place is all set up. Move in for now. I'll come keep you company after work." I went back to our old house instead. The moment I pushed the door open, I saw a wedding photo hanging on the wall. The bride in it wasn't me. It was my best friend. A key turned in the lock outside. The man who was supposed to be buried in work at the office walked in, fingers laced with hers. A child was tucked against his chest, calling him "Daddy" in a small, unsteady voice. I stood frozen, too stunned to breathe. We'd only been apart for two years. So how was their child already three?

We got caught in a blizzard—me, my fiancé Melvin Dunn, a few of his colleagues, including Sally Blom. Middle of the night, I woke up shaking. My heavy-duty sleeping bag—the one built for minus forty—was gone. In its place? A flimsy summer quilt. Sally was curled up in my bag, fast asleep in Melvin's arms. I shoved him hard. "Why is she in my sleeping bag?" He pulled me aside, whispering, "Keep your voice down. Sally's kinda fragile—she's about to catch a cold. You're strong. You'll be fine." I pointed at my feet, already numb. "So I'm supposed to freeze to death for you two because she's 'fragile'?" He frowned. "God, Peyton, stop being so dramatic. It's just a sleeping bag. Think about the team for once." I laughed, tears slipping down my face. Didn't say another word. Just crawled back into the corner, grabbed the sat phone, and called my brother—Captain of Stormfang Rescue, an elite international search and rescue team. "Hugh, come get me. The coordinates are... Remember—I'm alone."