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When Grace comes home for the summer, she never imagines that her mother’s new husband, Julian, will ignite a fire inside her she can’t—won’t—resist. Older, commanding, and dangerously magnetic, Julian pulls her into a world of sweat and sinful desire. YOUR COMMENTS AND YOUR RATINGS/REVIEWS WILL BE WELL APPRECIATED, PLEASE 🥺 🥹

At the altar, I said no loud enough for the whole church to hear. The priest kept going. Dimitri Volkov didn’t blink. That was fact one: I was married without consent in Chicago, to a man who accepted silence as agreement. The morning was cold and I was currency. My father handed me to Dimitri Volkov—Bratva—like a contract clause. Not a daughter. A term to be signed. I left him later. Not in rage. In clarity—after I saw another girl caught in his world with no choice, just like me. Then I went to war. Law school had taught me precision, so I used it. Civil suits. Asset forfeiture. Anonymous tips to the right agencies. I took apart everything legitimate he’d built, piece by piece, until he bled territories and pride. He showed up bruised once, signed over forty percent of his clean empire to my name, brought therapy receipts. That was fact two: I dismantled the man who caged me, on paper, without firing a shot. I still have the necklace. The one he left in my lap that first night. I wore it through the worst, through the year I rebuilt alone, through every hearing. Last month I was pregnant in a courtroom, arguing a case I won. He was in the gallery. The diamonds sat above my collar. No one asked. I never explained. That was fact three: I took something from that night and made it mine. It doesn’t belong to him anymore. It doesn’t belong to what he did. It belongs to me.

She wasn’t looking for him. He wasn’t supposed to stay.
Neither of them left when they should have. Slippery Cravings is about what happens when two people close a door and decide not to open it again right away. A stranger on a rain-streaked Montreal rooftop. A man in a quiet Hakone bathhouse who knows how long to wait. A Chicago penthouse once the building has gone still. A Las Vegas villa with the city lights still on outside. In each one, someone who is used to control and someone who chooses, for reasons she may not fully understand, to remain in the room. The details stay close: cool glass, the sound of water, the weight of silence, the moment a person stops checking the time. These are stories about power given and taken, about boundaries that shift once the door is shut, and about the cost of staying longer than either of them planned. Nothing is neat. The night ends, but the choice to remain does not disappear with it. For readers who want their tension dark and their endings unfinished — Slippery Cravings leaves the lights low and the next city waiting.

Elara Voss has lived her life in the frame of a fire that stole everything—her family, and her home. Raised by the loyal butler who saved her, she sharpened her instincts, learned to survive, and waited. She never forgot the red-and-gold masks that destroyed her world, nor the hands that left her orphaned. Now, a seemingly ordinary job at a sprawling estate brings her face-to-face with Lucian Raye, the fragile yet commanding heir of the very empire tied to her past. The deeper Elara digs, the clearer the truth becomes. With every revelation, In the family filled with lies-- yet spark and loyalty tested, Elara rises as the Phoenix—beautiful, deadly, and unstoppable. The mafia empire that wronged her will never be the same.