Alexia Putellas Partner Novels & Stories

At my wedding, the giant screen that's supposed to show our photos suddenly switches to the groom's assistant's prenatal exam report. It clearly shows that he is the child's father. The assistant looks flustered and panicked as she rushes to apologize to me. The groom, on the other hand, stays perfectly calm and offers an explanation like it's no big deal. "I took pity on her because she got pregnant out of wedlock, so I went with her to the appointment and left my name. I'm going to be her kid's godfather, too." The day of her exam was also the day I went for my very first prenatal checkup. Everyone thinks I'll break down, but I simply reach up and tear off my veil. Then, I calmly schedule an abortion. "She really is pitiful, being pregnant without a partner by her side. She deserves this wedding more than I do." Then, I raise my champagne glass to congratulate him. "Congratulations to you both. May your shotgun wedding be a happy one, especially since it's happening with a bun in the oven."

For three years, Elena endured a husband who barely acknowledged her, a mother-in-law who treated her like hired help, and a sister-in-law who sneered that she was nothing but a golddigger. All the while, her husband, Damien, pined after his “perfect” ex, like his own wife didn’t exist. Until the day Elena had enough. She signed the divorce papers, packed a single bag, and vanished. Damien was certain she’d come crawling back within a week. But the woman they all dismissed? Turns out Elena is a billionaire heiress, the CEO of the very empire Damien has been desperate to partner with and the one now signing his paychecks. Oops. Now Damien is spiraling, realizing too late what he lost. But Elena has choices she never had before. Like her childhood best friend, an NFL star who’s been in love with her all along. So who will it be? The ex-husband who finally woke up? The best friend who never left? Or has Elena finally decided she’s done with men who don’t deserve her?

My grandfather was a thief. He stole my grandmother’s name and her identity. He used them to escape a poor, forgotten corner of the rural West, then ran off with another woman. He became a law professor, standing at podiums and lecturing about justice. She became a famous painter, giving interviews about integrity. My grandmother spent her whole life trapped in that same dying farmland. Everyone called her an old maid. She never stopped waiting for him. Not even on her deathbed. Fifty years later, I clawed my way out of that godforsaken place on the strength of two generations, my grandmother and my mother. I made partner at a top law firm. It was graduation season. I sat in the lead interviewer’s chair. Across from me sat a girl. Polished. Confident. The most outstanding graduate from the best law school in the state. I opened her résumé and flipped through it page by page. Then I stopped at the family information section. I stared at that name for a very long time. I looked up at her and said quietly, “You didn’t get the job.”

I thought I was Flynn Lancaster's wife. Until the night his *real* wife showed up at our door, pregnant and demanding a divorce. Three years of being the perfect wife. Three years of dyeing my hair, quitting my job, losing myself. All based on a lie. Flynn never divorced Sienna. Which means our marriage is a fraud, and I'm just the other woman. But when Sienna reveals the truth about Flynn's criminal empire, his pattern of abuse, and the mysterious death of her partner, I realize something worse: I'm not the first woman he's destroyed. I won't be the last. Unless we stop him. Two wives. One monster. And a conspiracy that goes deeper than either of us imagined. Flynn thinks he can control us. Silence us. Make us disappear like he's done to others. He's wrong. Because the woman he tried to erase? She was never really his wife. She was a kidnapped heiress with a photographic memory and nothing left to lose. And she's about to burn his entire world down.

Victor towers over Lila Thompson in her family kitchen and growls, “You belong to me and you are my fated mate. The Crescent Mother wills it.” Lila spits back, “I don’t belong to anyone,” while Caleb yanks her from a demon ambush, Adrian blackmails her into the trials, and Levi pins her against the arena wall under his father’s lethal gaze. ★★★★ Lila Thompson, an 18-year-old outcast with fiery red hair and a wolf mark that burns, is rejected by her fated mate Victor, the ruthless Alpha of Stormfire who now hunts her for death. Forced to flee Alaska’s snowy Caeli Pack, Lila dives into the deadly Demon Hunting Trials where Caleb (her sarcastic half-demon partner) protects her, Adrian (the blackmailing Rivermare wolf) forces her friendship, and Levi (Victor’s own son and prince) defies his father to train her. This dark reverse harem explodes with rejected-mate tension, demon battles, forbidden desire, and savage revenge. What if your fated mate wanted you dead? Would you run into hell with three dangerous wolves who crave you instead?

Deadly. Disgraced. Disarmed. Harlow is the Faction's top assassin—lethal, loyal, and emotionally detached. Until her partner is killed in the line of duty… and he dies whispering that he loves her. Now, spiraling from grief and guilt, Harlow is exiled to a remote mountain town for a forced sabbatical. She's angry, volatile, and worse—completely purposeless. But peace isn’t what awaits her. Malachi is the Alpha of the largest werewolf pack in the Northwest, hardened by war and haunted by the violence he must wield to protect his people. With enemy wolves threatening his territory and whispers of a coming war, he can't afford distractions—especially not the deadly human woman who crashes into his world with a sharp tongue, faster fists, and secrets that could tear both their lives apart. When fate collides assassin with Alpha, sparks ignite. But as Harlow uncovers a supernatural conspiracy and Malachi grapples with the truth of their bond, they must face enemies from both their worlds—before everything burns. Laced with dark humor, brutal action, and smoldering chemistry, Alpha’s Assassin is a gritty, fast-paced paranormal romance for fans of enemies-to-lovers, morally gray leads, and high-stakes supernatural intrigue.

When I accompany my best friend, Olivia Martin, to the hotel in hopes of catching her partner in the act red-handed, I end up catching my own husband, Wilson Gunner, instead. I don't break down in tears, nor do I throw a tantrum. In fact, I even shoot a smile at the young lady who's with Wilson. "Don't worry. I'll keep this a secret." The lady shoots me a grateful look before stumbling out of the hotel room haphazardly. Not only does Wilson not feel any sense of shame, but he also looks at me approvingly. "I knew you were sensible enough to not cause a fuss. Since you're a plastic surgeon, you should know that it's rare to see young ladies who have never gone under the knife nowadays. "The woman from earlier is au naturale. Besides, she's all clean and pure, so you have nothing to worry about." I lower my gaze and nod gently in agreement. But I don't plan on telling Wilson that the so-called au naturale woman was still a young man last week.

From birth, Rhea is cursed with the inability to connect with her inner wolf and shift. However, this isn't the only effect of her curse. Instead of shifting at every full moon, like the other werewolves, Rhea enters in her heat. And to add to her misfortune, she's chosen to be Luna of Callisto — the ruthless new Lycan King who seized his father's throne by ripping off his head and displaying it in the palace towers. Callisto Del Amathea, the new King, never been affected by other women's pheromones, and it's said that his are so strong they make even the greatest of alphas sick. He's also said to be a cruel man that, like his people, hates the werewolves. But when Rhea moves to this realm of dry lands, she discovers that things may not be what really seem... [...]“Rhea Calirianne. The Oracle has chosen you as the rightful partner of the 47th King of the Lycan Realm, Callisto del Amathea.” Yes, Rhea's mate is the ruthless new Lycan King... And now, they're bound until death do them apart. WARNING: BOOK FOR +18 READERS (MATURE CONTENT)

Red Wine for Breakfast stars Jenny Reed, a 34 year old Californian from New York, who plays macho Monopoly by her own rules. Winner take all. And she had it all: the number one morning radio show on KKTM FM in Los Angeles, a wonderful best friend, and a nice noncommittal affair with the station owner, Brian Allen. Her career was all she needed. Success was all she ever wanted. Until Johnny King became her on air partner and challenged her to play his own game. The day she beat him was the day she gained his respect. It was also the day she lost her best friend in an apparent suicide ... or was it murder? Real life radio personalities and a front page drug scandal bring realism to a fictional novel set in Los Angeles where radio stations change formats like socks, and jobs are as secure as houses built on the San Andreas Fault. In a business drowning in testosterone, Red Wine for Breakfast is the story of strong, determined New Yorker who has to shake off the laid back attitude of LA to overcome the challenges of an industry that threatens to turn her off and a man who only wants to turn her on.

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband cancels a 100-million-dollar business deal to take me on vacation. While we're together, breathless and intimate, I'm about to tell him the news that our IVF finally succeeded when he answers his phone. His Valerian flows, smooth and effortless. "Of course I'm coming to tomorrow's prenatal checkup. That's our baby." "But won't your barren wife get jealous?" The woman on the other end speaks with a sultry lilt. Ethan Shaw traces his tongue along my neck as he responds, "What she doesn't know won't hurt her." My mind went blank, like lightning striking too close. I stuff the pregnancy report back into my pocket without thinking. "Honey, who's that?" Ethan pulls me close by the waist. "Just a business partner in Valeria. Time difference, that's why they're calling now..." I can't process the rest of his words. Ethan doesn't know I understand Valerian. Since he's clearly not excited about our child, I'll make sure this baby grows up without him as a father.