Burning Roses Novels & Stories

A desperate flee to her hometown leads Aria Romano directly into the hands of Maximo Morelli, the ruthless mafia don. Ignorant of who he really is, she spends an unforgettable night with him, only to wake up the next morning to find him gone, with a warning note left on the bedside table. Despite how hard he tried to forget that night, Maximo’s desire for Aria dominated his every waking thought. But those thoughts are replaced with burning fury after he finds out that her father was a traitor to the mafia. Maximo takes Aria captive and swears to make her life a living hell. That is before he realizes that she is like a drug—tempting and addicting. Hatred turns into lust, and lust into passion. Will they give in to their strong desires? Or will the darkness and secrets of the mafia swallow them whole?

At Blackwood Academy, money rules, and the rich dictate the game. Elena Kensington—the ruthless, spoiled daughter of a powerful businessman and politician—has never had to fight for anything. Everything, from her designer shoes to her fiancé, was handed to her on a silver platter. And she’s perfectly fine with that. Until she’s forced to work with Noah Carter, a brooding, brilliant scholarship student with nothing but his wits and a burning desire to escape the life he was born into. He doesn’t play by her rules. He doesn’t cower. He doesn’t beg. She wants to break him. He wants nothing to do with her. But obsession is a cruel, relentless thing. In a world where she owns everything and he has nothing to lose—who will break first?

He didn't stop when he reached her but leaned forward and kissed her hard, on the mouth. The air left her lungs. Maybe it was because it was her first kiss or because he had kissed her, she didn't know but her lungs were burning, her lips were on fire. She was one fire. It ended in a second. She stared at him with wide eyes as he stared back. His hand traced her forehead, nose, lips and then chin as it stopped on her throat. She knew, by God she knew he could feel her pulse, the heat on her cheeks. "I'm home." Dean Woodland left two years ago without a word or sound and now he is back to bring his belongings with him.

Sherry was ready to leave her billionaire husband's mansion. She was mad because his husband backed out on his words and didn't give her a divorce based on their agreement before their twins were born. Ready to leave, she showered her adorable twins with kisses and hugged them one last time, hoping that when they grew up, they wouldn't hate her for abandoning them. Her husband stood near the door; he declared, "If you leave this house today, you will never see the twins again." Distraught, she replied, "Take care of the twins for me." Sherry exited the room with tears falling on her cheeks. While descending the staircase, a nagging question was burning in her mind. Is it worth abandoning her twins just to be with the guy who can make her happy?

When her body is branded as a mere commodity... and her heart is shackled by two powerful female Alphas. Merin, a broken Omega, is dragged into a world where pain is the primary language. She is possessed by Aries, a raging blizzard who uses violence to assert her ownership, and trained by Lisena, a seductive flame who uses sweet punishments to melt her heart. Beneath the shadow of chains and the tip of a whip... amidst whimpers held back until her body trembles, fear transforms into burning desire, and submission becomes the only way for her to feel ‘valued.’ When the cage that confines her is not of steel, but the embrace of the two Alphas, and the only freedom left is to surrender her whole heart to this twisted ‘love’... how will this three-way bondage end? “Whose body is this... Speak your owner's name.”

Four years in hiding. One forbidden night that changed everything. Lyra Vale thought she could outrun her past and the Alpha who once claimed her heart. But when her little girl falls ill under the full moon, she is forced to return to the one place she swore never to go back to. There, under the cold silver sky, stands Damien Nightbane,fierce, dangerous, and still burning with the questions she never answered. Now the packs whisper of war. A rival Alpha hunts for the child she hides. And the bond she tried to bury begins to awaken once more. To protect her daughter, Lyra must face the man she betrayed and the prophecy that could unite or destroy them all. The moon remembers. And this time, it will not let them go.

When the only thing that can save you is the darkness that wants to consume you would you let it take you? Raven is one of the few humans left in the world who survived the war between the creatures. The war is over now, and Marcus Vanguard is the ruler now, but secretly Raven and a few of her combat buddies have taken up shelter at an old compound and have been fitting back the demons from the shadows that the demons love to rely on. Marcus catches word of creatures being slaughtered in Skull Valley and when the assigned leader of the territory is killed, he decides to go down there himself and figure out the situation himself. He wasn't prepared for the red-haired kitten he finds stirring up chaos or the deep burning desire that stirs within him in her presence.

"I wasn't supposed to want you," Valerio murmured, hunger blazing in his eyes as I drew him closer. "Do you want me to stop? Or do you want what you shouldn’t?" Althea Kane's life was stolen the day she was betrayed and sold. Now she belongs to Valerio Moretti, the man she should fear… and yet cannot resist. Amid whispers of power, secrets, and betrayal, their desire ignites, a dangerous, irresistible fire. She is no ordinary woman, she's a force waiting to be unleashed. Consumed by a burning desire for revenge against those who ruined her, Althea steers a world of shadows and deceit, where love and vengeance collides. As she uncovers the truth about who she really is, their dangerous dance walks the line between obsession and love, temptation, ruin and truth.

Being half human was something Lyra could never accept to make matters worse. Your mate is the werewolf rumored to be a beast, what if her blood is the only thing that could keep him in check?. Or her birth to Change the course of time for all hybrids like her?. … You can't desire me Ethan, I am not good for you. Are you denying the burning desire and radiation from both our bodies? I want you and you want me, our Wolves want each other. I may have hated your kind but that doesn't stop me from claiming you right here and now. Strip he commanded. As the nights prolonged and the silver moon shone brightly on them, Ethan's fangs were out as he claimed his mate and that was the beginning of a heated battle.

As one of London's premier wedding planners, I have spent my career orchestrating "perfect moments" for others, yet I never seemed to find my own. The ballroom at Claridge's was bathed in an opulent glow for my best friend Stella's wedding. The bridal bouquet sailed over the crowd. It brushed a young woman's fingertips, bounced once, and landed squarely in my arms. In an instant, half of London's high society turned toward Ryan. "Proposal! Proposal!" the crowd chanted over the rhythmic clink of champagne flutes. "Ryan, a sign like that is rare. Looks like we should prepare for the next big party!" Ryan was nudged forward by the crowd. In his charcoal Savile Row suit, he still managed to look detached, as if the noise had nothing to do with him. As I held the flowers, the lingering scent of fresh roses filled the air. For one ridiculous second, I even wondered whether I should warn him not to crease his trousers if he knelt. But he only smiled. Then, with practised ease, he took the bouquet from my arms. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned and handed it to his assistant, Emily, who was standing nearby. "She touched it first," he said, ruffling my hair with the same flawless tenderness I had endured for eight years. "Be good, Claire. Let's wait for the right time." The attention followed the flowers as they moved away. I caught the flicker of triumph in Emily's eyes and quickly looked down, tracing the intricate patterns of the carpet while forcing a perfectly poised smile. Ryan lived by schedules and efficiency, yet he never understood one simple truth: some chances, once missed, don't come with a "next time". My own wedding is next Saturday. And he has been officially struck from the guest list.