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"You think you can just leave without a trace after what happened that night?" His hands pinned her arms above her head, his piercing blue eyes boring into hers. "W-what do you mean?" she stuttered, his scent reminding her of that night—the night that had changed her life completely. "What do I mean? Are you seriously asking me that, woman? If your brain can't recall how we burned together on that bed, how about I remind you right here?" His face was dangerously close as he growled into her ear. Her eyes widened. He meant it. Every single word. He was the king of the entertainment world, after all. "Let me go," she demanded stubbornly, her voice barely audible. He let out a low, dark chuckle that sent a chill down her spine. "Let you go? Oh, I'll let you go, Tatiana. But not until you understand the consequences of crossing paths with me." •••••••••• In the world of the entertainment industry, we see constant change and creativity. Trends come and go, as do collaborations between artists and producers. This world can make anyone wish to be a part of it—it is said to be inspiring and enjoyable... Meanwhile, that's only on the surface. The same world is filled with deceit, betrayal, fake love, ruthless competition, toxic fans who could ruin you, suicide, and dissatisfaction... This world is mostly dominated by men. How can a woman, hurt by this world, face it—especially when she had a night and her life tangled with the king of them all?

I was arrived at RavenHills Pack Estate, innocent and eager for college. But my guardian, Alpha Zavian, has other plans. His hungry eyes follow me, awakening desires I never knew existed. The first time he touches me, I melt. His strong hands caress my body, igniting flames between my legs. I crave his cock like a drug. Zavian tries to fight it. "You're my best friend's daughter," he growls. But his rock hard erection tells a different story. He wants me. When I bring home a boy, Zavian explodes with jealousy. "No other male will touch you in my territory," he snarls. He pins me against the wall and claims my mouth in a searing kiss. I whimper as his fingers find my dripping pussy. I get into heat and Daddy offers to take me on free sex lessons. Ones that will disfigure my walking style before the morning. Zavian's cock has become my obsession. I ride him, savoring each inch of his massive cock. His teeth mark my neck as he pounds me into intense bliss. But danger lurks. The pack elders want Zavian to take a Luna. Scandals from his past threaten to tear us apart. I discovered Zavian is the one who begged my father to send me here. Now we have a choice: obey the pack or fight for our forbidden love. As enemies circle, I brace for the final showdown. Will Zavian claim me as his mate...or will our passions burn us alive? The truth will be revealed...right after one last earth-shattering climax.

"Rule number one, Elodie: You are a guest in my home, not a ghost in my bed. Stay out of my sight, and I might forget you’re the reason my sister is a rebel." Elodie Hart has spent six years running from the shadow of Victor Blackwood—the cold, calculating Alpha King and the overprotective older brother of her best friend, Camille. To the world, he is a billionaire titan; to Elodie, he is the man who had her arrested and banished for being a "bad influence." But when Camille "borrows" the keys to Victor’s private mountain villa for a girls' getaway, the ultimate trespass turns into a midnight nightmare. Victor arrives, unannounced and furious, smelling not just of rain and power, but of a primal pull that screams one terrifying truth: She is his fated mate. In a moment of reckless hate fueled by years of repressed desire, the feud explodes into a white-hot, one-night stand that should have stayed a secret. But Victor doesn’t do secrets—he does possession. He claims her as his "dirty little secret," refusing to let her go while simultaneously denying her the title of Luna. He wants her in his bed, but out of his pack’s history. However, the Moon Goddess has a twisted sense of humor. One night of forbidden passion has left Elodie with a secret of her own—a heartbeat that shouldn't exist in her "barren" body. With a rival Alpha circling her like a predator and Camille beginning to suspect the truth, Elodie must navigate a world of pack politics and betrayal. Can she survive being the Alpha’s greatest obsession, or will the weight of their secret destroy the only family she has left?

One reckless night was all it took to ruin her carefully built life. Avery Morgan never believed in dangerous men until she crossed paths with Drake Montenegro, the ruthless owner of Montenegro Holdings. Cold-blooded in business, irresistible in person, and feared by everyone who knew his name, Drake was the kind of man women fantasized about but should never touch. Too bad Avery made the mistake of craving him anyway. What started as a heated encounter inside a private casino suite quickly turned into an obsession neither of them could escape. Drake wanted control. Avery wanted freedom. Yet every stolen kiss, every sinful touch, and every forbidden night only dragged them deeper into a game far more dangerous than desire. Because Drake was hiding something. Behind his wealth and intoxicating charm lies a secret empire built on lies, betrayal, and blood. And somehow, Avery is connected to it in ways she never imagined. When anonymous threats begin appearing at her doorstep and a mysterious woman claims to be carrying Drake’s child, Avery realizes she may have fallen for the wrong man. But walking away from Drake Montenegro is impossible when he looks at her like he owns every broken piece of her soul. The deeper she falls into his world, the more twisted their love becomes. Possessive kisses turn into dangerous promises. Passion becomes addiction. And desire slowly turns into destruction. But in a world where secrets are worth killing for, how far is Drake willing to go to keep Avery his? And when the truth finally explodes between them... Will their love survive the fire, or will their wild desires consume them both?

⚠️ Content Warning ⚠️ This book includes themes of homophobia, including discriminatory language and behavior. These elements are included to reflect certain real-world attitudes and experiences, but they do not reflect the views of the author. Reader discretion is advised. If you find such content distressing, please take care as you proceed. — Gunner took the job thinking it would be easy: keep an eye on the Floros’ only son while his parents were out of the country for a business trip. Follow and carry out the rules the Floros' had given him—watch the kid, keep him out of trouble, and collect a generous paycheck. But Layland Floros is anything but a kid. Beautiful, bold, and entirely too provocative for his own good, Layland isn’t interested in being watched. With a bratty attitude that dares Gunner to break every boundary he’s set for himself when he's on the job, Layland turns a simple assignment into something far more dangerous. Gunner's never been with a man. Never even thought about it—until Layland. Now, every moment in that house is thick with tension, with heat that hums just beneath the surface. The more Gunner tries to keep things professional, the harder it becomes to ignore what he was really feeling towards the young man. Soon, duty gives way to desire, and Gunner finds himself crossing lines he swore he wouldn’t. But when the chemistry between them explodes into something real and raw, he’ll have to face the truth: babysitting Layland and carrying out the young man's parents' rules was never the hard part. Staying away from him is. And if Layland's parents find out what really happened behind the closed doors of their home, Gunner could lose more than just the job.

BOOK ONE: MAD KINGS OF LONDON SERIES BLURB: He shoved his hips upwards, mercilessly thrusting the full length of his thick cock down my eager, hungry throat. “You owe me a debt that money alone will never repay. And you will stay on your knees until every single penny is accounted for…” *** “Daughter of a whore…!” “Descendant of a prostitute…!!” “Product of a broken home…!!!” Being known as a sex worker’s daughter in their small town of Romford was already too difficult, but when her mother is hired as a housekeeper by one of London’s wealthiest families, fate thrusts Loriah into the arms of a man she should never want. Zakari Von Hale. Heir to the Von Hale Biotech Empire. Cold, beautiful, untouchable, with brains that experts at NASA would beg to pick. Zakari’s hate for her is immediate, but it turns into something dangerous when his father kicks his sick mother out of their home and remarries Loriah’s mother. Zakari and Loriah become step-siblings overnight. And she becomes his favourite target. He humiliates her in school. He destroys her reputation. He watches patiently while she breaks… but he still isn’t satisfied. When a scandal explodes that tears her world apart, Loriah vanishes from London. Three years later, she re-emerges, stronger, bolder and wiser. But in a desperate attempt to save her sick sister, she makes a dangerous mistake. She steals from her own arch enemy. Now, Loriah has a score to settle with the mad king of London. And Zakari Von Hale hates debtors… *** In a city where he ruled with an iron fist, she’s the only one who could bring him to his knees.

..."Fucking take my cock like a good little slut." Jenna could only sob and cling to his shoulders as he fucked her into the mattress, too overwhelmed by sensation to do anything else. She could feel Alex behind her, suddenly, rubbing his own sticky cock between her ass cheeks, teasingly. "Please," she whimpered brokenly. "Need you both..." One midnight train ride turned Jenna into a dripping, hole-wrecked mess. A brutal stranger fucked her raw in the aisle until she squirted across the seats. A bathroom quickie left another man’s cum leaking down her thighs. Then the Syndicate came for her. Now she’s collared, caged, and passed between powerful men who stretch every hole past breaking. Electro-clamped nipples, inflating plugs, double-cock DP marathons, throat-fucked until she’s crying cum-bubbles, and public gangbangs while strangers watch and film. She was supposed to escape. Instead, she begs to be filled again… and again… and again. Begging unleashes hell; electro-clamps fry swollen tits to gushing orgasms; inflating plugs stretch pussy/ass to tearing screams; caged like a bitch as Master's paddle cracks welts bloody-red. MMF savagery explodes, where dual cocks grind through her thin walls in DP creampie marathons, throat-bulging face-fucks choke her on twin loads, and every hole is plugged/leaking/stuffed in endless breed-chains. Collaring brands her eternal Syndicate cum-pet, public gangbangs, zap-torture squirts, and piss-soaked submission. Raw, relentless, and hole-ruining ecstasy. Will Jenna escape the Syndicate's cock-collar... or beg to be their forever-drenched fucktoy?... Or get trapped back to David?

Maya is twenty four, independent and very good at keeping people at a comfortable distance. After a night she never planned with a stranger she never expected, she does what she always does — she leaves before morning and tells herself it is finished. It is not finished. The stranger is Caleb Reed, her brother Derek's best friend, and he has just moved back to Chicago. He knew who Maya was from the moment he saw her at the party. He said nothing. Now they are forced into the same orbit — family dinners, group hangouts, shared spaces — pretending a night that changed everything never happened at all. The tension between them builds slowly and then all at once. A secret relationship begins. Feelings neither of them planned for take root. But the closer Maya gets to Caleb the more unsettled her world becomes, because Derek is not handling any of it the way a brother should. His anger runs too deep. His protectiveness feels like something else entirely. When Derek finally explodes and the truth comes out, it reshapes everything. Maya was adopted. Derek has known for years. And the feelings he buried under a lifetime of playing the protective older brother were never entirely brotherly at all. Maya is left to grieve an identity she thought she knew, forgive people she loves for lying, and face a love that was built on a secret. In the end she has to decide who she is without the version of her life she always believed in — and whether Caleb, the man who knew her before she knew the truth, is the one she wants to walk into whatever comes next. She chooses him. Not because it is easy. Because one night was never going to be enough.

Over the Fourth of July weekend, I took my boyfriend's sister to his flashy new influencer hub. Fresh off brain surgery, Benedetta Griffin needed a break from her recovery, and I hoped the trip would lift her spirits. In the hub, a streamer was hawking a face cream like a carnival barker. "Listen, fam! The boss lady is slashing prices. Get this $3,800 cream for just $398 today!" Benedetta tugged my sleeve. "That cream is bad news." She'd interned at the FDA last summer and could spot a scam from a mile away. "It's packed with steroids. Long-term use will ruin your skin." Driven by her sense of justice, she marched up to the streamer. "You can't sell this unlicensed junk. The steroids exceed legal limits. Pull it from the shelves." Morgan Lamb froze, but then her fake smile twisted into a scowl. "Who the hell are you to trash my product?" Benedetta didn't back down. "You're scamming people, and you know it." Morgan planted her hands on her hips. "I'm the boss lady here. How dare you slander my brand? Nobody leaves until you cough up $500,000 for damages." "Boss lady?" My stomach churned. My boyfriend's sudden venture into the streaming industry now made sense. He was sinking money into this hub to bankroll his lover. I fumbled for my phone to call him, but Morgan was faster. "Babe, get to the hub. Two haters crashed the party, trying to tank our business."

The moment I was born, my mother implanted a chip in my brain and began shaping me into her idea of a perfect daughter. She blocked my sense of hunger so I would only have simple meals daily to maintain the "ideal" figure. She erased my ability to feel pain so she could inject me with endless chemicals to keep my skin smooth and flawless. She tampered with my senses, deleting every trace of negative emotion from my mind, all so I could remain eternally innocent. I couldn't tell right from wrong. I didn't know sadness or anger. I only knew how to smile. When the neighbor's dog died, I smiled and was scolded harshly for being heartless. When my classmates bullied me, I smiled and became the class freak. When my grandfather passed away, I smiled again, and my relatives cursed me for being soulless. Eventually, my father couldn't take it anymore. He left us. Mom, however, didn't seem to care. "They don't understand," she told me. "Everything I've done is for your own good. One day, you'll thank me." … On my 18th birthday, she planned a grand live broadcast, ready to show the world her perfect creation. She never knew that the day before her grand broadcast, I had already lost myself completely. By then, I was no longer human. I had become a machine.