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“Get on your knees, my little pet," Jerome growled, his voice rough with command. His fingers tangled in my hair, guiding me down as my pulse roared in my ears. The heat of his body pressed closer, and I trembled not from fear, but from the dark thrill of surrender. "Show me how hungry you are." Rachel is a college senior studying art and design, and her life feels dull and uninspiring. She has been dating Jack since freshman year, but their relationship is lukewarm he doesn’t ignore her, but he doesn’t truly care about her either, especially since he’s always eyeing her best friend, Jessica. Rachel feels stuck in a routine, going through the motions without any real passion until everything changes when her drawing teacher gets into an accident. The school brings in a substitute Jerome, a young, breathtakingly attractive artist who immediately commands the room. Rachel tries to ignore the way her body reacts to him, but the pull is too strong. His gaze lingers on her a second too long, his voice sends shivers down her spine, and when he gets close, she can’t think straight. She knows it’s wrong teachers and students can’t be together but she can’t resist. Then she discovers Jerome’s secret he’s a werewolf, part of a powerful pack with three other dangerously seductive men Dante, Kade, and Elias. They’ve been watching her, waiting, and now that she’s near Jerome, their instincts take over. They growl, they claim, and Rachel, despite her fear, finds herself drawn deeper into their world. Drawn into a world of forbidden desire, Rachel surrenders to a passionate affair.

My sister, Bella, had a baby in a back-alley shithole. Then she disappeared. A midwife tracked me down using an address Bella left behind. She shoved the newborn at me like a sack of garbage. My parents fell to their knees. Crying. Begging me to take her bastard. Just like that, my future as a promising artist was gone. The neighbors, the priest, my landlord… they all called me a whore. A sinner who had disgraced God. They ran me out of the neighborhood . My life was over. Eighteen years later, Bella waltzed back into my life. A cheap thug with a fake Rolex dangled from her arm. She held my son, crocodile tears streaming down her face. She called me jealous. Accused me of stealing her flesh and blood. Of keeping a mother from her child. And my son? The one I bled myself dry for? The son I poured every last cent into, turning him into a brilliant painter? The son I starved for, so much that I ended up in a hospital bed? The moment he saw his "real" mother, he cast me aside without a second thought. "You pathetic, broke bitch!" he spat. "You stole everything from us! All the happiness that was supposed to be ours!" My parents threw me out like a dog. Bella's thug husband had his men corner me in the red-light district. They pinned me against a wall, their threats vile and clear: Never come back. I had no way out. I threw myself off the Brooklyn Bridge. Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. Eighteen years in the past. Then came the knock. Hell had found my door. I wasn’t going to be the fool who gave everything and got nothing. This time, I took control.

She came to steal a plant. She left utterly destroyed and completely his. Aria Chen is a brilliant hacker, underground artist, and medical prodigy — but none of it can save her dying mother from a rare disease with only one cure: Vitalis Radix, a nearly extinct medicinal plant cultivated exclusively on billionaire CEO Damien Blackwood's private estate. Desperate and out of time, Aria does the unthinkable. She infiltrates his mansion as a maid under a false identity, planning to steal the plant and vanish. Get in. Get the plant. Get out. Until she meets him. Damien Blackwood is power incarnate — ruthlessly intelligent, devastatingly handsome, and dangerously observant. When he makes her his personal maid, Aria thinks she's found perfect access. She has no idea he's been waiting. He knows exactly who she is. And his punishment won't come from police or prosecution — it comes in whispered commands, in his hands claiming every inch of her virgin body, in a world of dark eroticism she never knew existed. She becomes addicted. To his touch. His dominance. The obsession that makes her question everything she came for. When he finally catches her in the greenhouse, the confrontation is explosive. "Did you really think I didn't know? You played your game, Aria. Now it's time for mine." Betrayal. Rage. And a passion that blurs every line. READER WARNING — Dark Erotic Romance: virgin awakening, dominant/possessive hero, power dynamics, morally gray characters, sex toys, punishment scenarios, exhibitionism, explicit content, and intense emotional angst. GUARANTEED HEA — but the journey is dark, twisted, and absolutely filthy. "Welcome to Blackwood Estate — where every rule is meant to be broken, every boundary pushed, and love is the most dangerous game of all."

He is a star. The biggest artist in the world. His life is never private. Heck! how can his life be? His father is one of the world most richest and most influential men. His mother, who was once an actress and supermodel, now owns a huge clothing line. Immediately at his birth, he was crowned heir to both empires. So, his life has been for public showcases. She is a nerd whose life is being defined by her GP. Attending one of the most prestigious universities in the world due to a scholarship. She sticks her nose further in her books,a social outcast. Not that she minded anyway. With an aim in mind to help her family out of their debts and misery, she strives to be the best. Fate seems to have other plans for her as she meets this megastar in an unseemly when she is mistaken as an obsessed fan and got her ankle sprained by his body guard. What happens when he can not get her out of his mind, and she is back to forgetting him. And he makes it his mission to find her. What's installed for two polar opposites who find a way to meet each other. "I would not tell anybody about today's incident, not that I have anybody to tell, really." Gemma said as the van stopped in front of the hospital "I am sorry for what he did. Please don't go around telling people about this." Kayden said to her. "For the 100th, I won't tell anyone, and I don't know you or even care." Gemma said as she limped down from the van. "I am sorry, when I go live on stargram, just leave a comment like it's broken ankle." Kayden said, giving her an apologetic smile.

Sarah Reynolds, a gifted artist, opens her new gallery exhibition amid the sun-drenched streets of Spain, where passion burns like a summer storm. Her breathtaking beauty attracts attention from all directions, but she is fully captured by the mysterious Damian Thorne, who is twice her age and has a captivating presence and heavenly charm. What starts out as a single drink turns into a memorable one-night affair that leaves both parties speechless and wanting more. Sarah is unaware that Eleanor, her mother, is covertly seeing Damian. After the hectic affair, Sarah returns to the Philippines and attempts to get rid of the heat from that evening. Two weeks later, her lively mother, Eleanor, talks nonstop about her new lover's imposing charm and alluring allure, creating an impression that is unintentionally false. Three weeks after their meeting, Eleanor proudly introduces Damian as her lover, and the truth falls apart. Sarah is shocked, but they both pretend to be calm, hiding the electric tension with courteous grins, even though Damian's ravenous glance shows how desperate he is to get her back. Sarah struggles between loyalty and desire since she doesn't want to break her mother's heart. However, destiny weaves its complex web: Eleanor and Damian become family when they get married in an expensive ceremony a month later. The forbidden flame rekindles behind the façade of domestic contentment. Sarah and Damian give in to moments of intense love that have been taken—secret affairs in dark places where guilt feeds the flames and every touch puts everything at risk. Sarah must manage the seductive attraction of the older man who now shares her mother's bed in this web of secrets, love, lust, and lies while protecting an affair that might destroy their entire world.

⚠️ WARNING: THIS IS NOT A SYNOPSIS. IT’S A HINT SPOILER. ⚠️ This is the Story of FOUR HUGE MEN. (And let’s be clear—this is NOT a Reverse Harem.) These guys aren't heroes. They are roles played on four shattered women who didn't see them coming. FIRST UP: STEVE HAYES. The Gym Guy. He didn’t just meet Freya—he claimed her. Owned her. And her daughter? Yeah, they’re his now too. Honestly, you’re going to end up pitying Freya’s ex… because Steve is a literal beast. THINK STEVE IS INTENSE? MEET DIESEL. The Biker. Diesel usually hates shedding blood, he’s got rules. But when it comes to Daisy? Forget the rules. He won't even think twice before painting the pavement red for her. THEN THERE'S NICO. Seriously, Nico is… just come and meet him. He’s a Tattoo Artist, and Phina only went to his studio for one thing: to erase her loser ex’s name from her hand. Guess what Nico told her while he had that needle to her skin? “You can erase him from your hand, but what about your heart? You don't need a cover-up, Phina. You need a real man to make you forget he ever touched you.” She slapped him across the face for that. Hard. GUESS WHO IS SWEATING ON NICO’S BED NOW ASKING FOR IT HARDER? AND FINALLY… LUCA. I’m not even going to say much. Just. Meet. Him. 4 MEN. 4 SHATTERED WOMEN. THEY WERE ALL TEMPTED TO RUIN. COME MEET THEM ALL AND DROP WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT EACH! AS YOU ARE ABOUT TO OPEN EACH CHAPTER, TELL ME WHO YOU CAN’T WAIT TO MEET. (I already picked my dream guy, actually... let's see if you pick the same one.)

Everyone knew Elio Carbone, Don of the Carbone family, was a cold-hearted womanizer. He had one rule: never sleep with the same woman twice. But for me, he broke it. The first day after our breakup, he stood outside the old Bianchi estate for a day and a night, his entire security detail in tow, just to win me back. The second day, he flew to Sicily and bought the deed to my family's ancestral estate at auction for triple its value, and had it delivered to me. The third day, he tattooed my favorite flower, the lily, over his heart. The tattoo artist said he refused any anesthetic and didn't make a sound. Later, at a banquet for the Five Families, in front of all the other Dons, he sliced his palm and made a blood oath. He swore loyalty only to Eleonora Bianchi for the rest of his life; if he broke his vow, he would pay with his life. After a year of his relentless pursuit, his devotion finally wore me down, and I agreed to take him back. I truly believed him then. That Elio truly loved me. Until one night. He took me to an underground racetrack to broker a deal with an ally. But in the roaring crowd, I saw a girl, trembling and crying, her clothes in tatters. Ava was shoved to the starting line. She was the wager for the death race. One look was all it took for Elio's face to darken. The next second, he dropped his hand from my waist and, without a word, walked toward the track entrance. I stood frozen, watching his back as he disappeared into the driver's seat of a modified sports car. I used to wake up crying, terrified he would lose his life in one of these reckless races. He had smashed his trophies, burned his marker for the illegal track, and sworn to God he would never again enter such a life-or-death gamble. My hand drifted to my stomach, covering the secret I hadn't yet had the chance to share. His blood oath was broken. And so was I.

Jessiah is a make-up artist aspiring to break into the modeling and beauty industry. She moves to LA when she lands a job at one of the biggest production companies in Hollywood. On her first week on the job, she meets Jenson Ross, a big-deal actor with a murky past and a dark secret only a privileged few know about. × Genres: Romance, Werewolf, Crime EXCERPT [BOOK I of CALI ALPHAS ] _ _ _ "Dollface," he murmured with a little smirk. He snickered and caressed the back of her head, pulling her closer to his chest. "You're like an antidepressant, in human form." Her breath caught.  Her heart sped up when his hug tightened. His warm face pressed onto her neck, his strong hands lightly squeezing her hips. Moments like this only worsened her attraction to him.  The flirty jokes, the easy conversations, the small smiles, his furtive glances, and his unusually sweet gestures lately... She was in deep trouble. Was he kissing her neck?  Shit. He was no longer thinking straight.  About this. About her. About the consequences. He drew her closer when she tried to pull away. As if he didn't want her out of his sight. While his beard scraped her skin, his thighs touched hers. Her throat ached as he stared into her eyes. "Dammit," he sighed, his thumb tracing the curve of her neck, his touch both gentle and eager.  "Why are you so f-cking beautiful?"  "Joss, I need to g—" "Why now?" he murmured, stroking her cheek. He wasn't acting drunk or playing with her.  Not like this. He wouldn't. Not with her real feelings barely held together by some unspoken truths. Otherwise he wouldn't dare let it get this far.  But why wouldn't he let go? "Just stay. Please. Stay here with me." _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _