Dark Romance Books New Releases นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Xoxo, Cassandra M ❤ To those who want to see the orders of all the books in my world: THE BLACK SHADOW PACK SERIES He's My Alpha The Beta Is Mine Loving The Gamma In The Arms of My Alpha Through The Eyes of My Alpha Stealing The Heart of My Alpha Under The Moonlight: Collection of Mate Bond Stories INTO THE DARKNESS SAGA (Ten Years after STHOMA) Beneath Her Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Demon Braving The Darkness: One Night With The Demon King Beyond The Darkness: The Alpha’s Little Witch (Coming OCT 2023) THE ALPHA BLOOD CIRCLE SERIES (Ten Years after Beneath Her Darkness) She’s The Luna I Want The Beta And I Gamma Book (Austin&Lexi) coming soon

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

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I repeat, though deep down, I know I just wanted to be the one to do it first. He doesn’t answer. Or chooses not to. He’s the oldest among us three. And we all know he has to be sure of what we’re sensing. His eyes change. Pupils dilate, swallowing all color. Black. Dark as the deepest night. "I just need to know," he whispers. Then he kisses her. At first, it’s barely a touch. But when Natalia’s light resurfaces and wraps around him, Roman deepens the kiss. Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Hey lovelies! First of all... thank you for diving into Book 1 with me! I hope Ryder and Lila left you sweaty, swoony, and a little bit obsessed. :) If you’re ready for more delicious trouble, Books 2 and 3 are coming in hot! We’re switching things up with a brand new couple who are about to set the pages on fire. Expect even steamier tension, darker twists, and a romance that’s equal parts filthy and heart-wrenching. (Fair warning: these two come with some serious trigger-worthy baggage: possessiveness, violence, moral gray areas, and enough angst to keep you up at night. If you like your dark romance pitch black, you’re in the right place.)

Author’s Note / Reader Warning: This story contains extremely explicit content, dark themes, non-consensual elements, drugging, stalking, kidnapping, heavy BDSM, blood play, and intense psychological manipulation. It is very dark and not for the faint of heart. Reader discretion is strongly advised. ****** Chapter 1 Velvet Obsession Ledger¥ She was sleeping again.

Angel Caierre folded his glowing arms over his tiny chest. “Cute?” Spiky-Horn Caierre barked out a laugh that sounded like metal scraping stone. “Nothing about this is cute. This is a disaster, a cosmic tragedy. A romance doomed from the start and he is way too dumb to realize it.” “I am not dumb!” Caierre snapped. “Sweetheart, you literally asked if ‘I can’t deny you’ was a confession. That’s like the most romantic line ever. Even babies understand that.” Angel Caierre pointed a tiny glowing finger at him.

The desk, the books, the searing heat of him, it all dissolved into the oppressive, grey light of a Tuesday morning filtering through her cheap blinds. “Bloody hell…” she muttered, burying her face in the pillow. She lay there, heart hammering against her ribs, her skin slick with a fine sheen of sweat, the ghost of his touch still tingling on her lips, the echo of his groan ringing in her ears. Her chest still heaved as though she had run a mile, skin damp with sweat, lips tingling from phantom kisses. It wasn’t the first time. For weeks she had woken from near-identical dreams, each one more explicit than the last, each one starring the same man, Dr. Davis Clarke, her Literature professor.

I was trapped between him and the hard wood. He didn't stop. He moved against me, pressing his body close, asserting his dominance. My breath hitched. He kissed me until my head spun, until I was breathless and weak. When he finally pulled back, his eyes were heavy-lidded, dark. He looked at my swollen lips, my flushed face, searching for something. He was looking for my reaction, my terror, my reluctant spark of something else.