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Marcus turned his head toward me and his voice came out as a tired whisper: “Jordan… I never want to stop after this. Never ever.” A smile tugged at the corners of my lips. I looked into his eyes and felt the dark truth settle deep inside me. There was no guilt anymore, only that pure, vicious need I had come to know and he had come to appreciate. “Me neither,” I whispered back. “This is who we are now.” I closed my eyes in the afterglow as my body trembled with exhaustion and satisfaction. The complete corruption washed over me like a warm wave. I belonged to Alex, we both did and the darker it got the more I craved it.

If you found yourself drawn to the darkness—the kind of love that burns down worlds—the deeper lore, the dragons, the mystery beyond the ice walls, or characters like Lazarus and Sebastian, you can explore their origins in my other novel, The Last Dragon’s Enslaved Lycan Mate. And if you love powerful heroines who have to fight to earn their place in the world, and fate-bound romance, I think you’ll also enjoy, The First of Her Kind. If you want more—behind-the-scenes, future projects, Q&As, and a closer look into the chaos inside my head—you can find me on the gram @mfs_author Yes, I’m a bit of a controversial author with a knack for dark fantasy/romance. My love stories are edgy, to say th

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie

WARNING, LOVES. This isn’t your sweet cinnamon roll romance. Inside these pages, you’ll find obsession, dubious consent, stalking, emotional manipulation, violence, and a heroine who doesn’t just break the rules—she lights them on fire. There will be blood. There will be spice. There will be twisted minds doing twisted things in the name of love (or something like it). If that makes you uncomfortable, close the book. But if you like your romance dark, your villains deliciously unhinged, and your morals tied up and begging for mercy...

Mayfair at midnight was a different kind of darkness. The rain slicked the cobblestone streets, reflecting the neon lights that buzzed in muted hues. The rich of London wore their secrets like silk, their chauffeurs waiting patiently, velvet ropes swaying in the drizzle, shadows moving with purpose. Inside the members-only lounge, the atmosphere was thick with secrecy: polished mahogany, crystal decanters, and low, expensive laughter. The walls had seen more than enough—deals, sins, confessions too dangerous to utter aloud.

With two claps of my hands, the lights went off and I languidly slipped under the covers and searched for the e-book version of the steamiest romance novel my mind has ever had to process. I often sought solace in the comforting umbra of these silent walls. I discovered at a very tender age that the dark is your companion when you do not want to be haunted by knowing. I did not want to know the truth, or what I feared to be the truth, so I ran into the welcoming arms of darkness and explicitly narrated sexual endeavours between a young woman and an older man who both know what kind of service their bodies need. As I scrolled through the page and allowed my imagination to take care of the res

Instead of feeling insulted or offended by what she just said, I simply smiled at her. "Olivia and I are completely different, Solana. Wanna know why?" I said. I saw anticipation in her eyes as she waited for my next words, and that made me smile. "Because I hate Olivia. I truly hate her, while you... you disguise what you feel towards me as hate. I know you still love me, Solana. You're just hiding your darkest desires," Solana fell silent when she heard those words. She stared at my face, and after a while, she burst into laughter, which insulted my entire being.

"No no no—Paige, stay with me. Don't close your eyes, do you hear me? Keep your eyes open. Please." Then the darkness took me completely. "Paige!" His voice cracked completely. "I'm sorry, okay? I'm so sorry, just—just stay with me. Please. We're almost there, just hold on. Hold on for me, please—Paige, I swear if you don't open your eyes right now—please. Please just stay with me, don't do this—I've got you, okay? I've got you, just hold on—" His voice was the last thing I heard before the darkness swallowed me whole.

Isabella’s POV My hands trembled as I slowly opened the bedroom door. The hallway was dark except for the occasional flashes of lightning outside the large windows. Thunder echoed loudly through the mansion. But somehow… None of that scared me anymore. Because right now, the most dangerous thing in this house wasn’t the storm. It was Sebastian Blackwood. And I was walking willingly toward him. My heart pounded violently with every step I took toward his room. Part of me still couldn’t believe I was actually doing this.

I get a warm feeling from her and give her a smile when she looks at me. "I'm fine! Thank you" I say and look down at my lap. There is a plate with dinner on it and a glass of juice. "here he gave you this book for you to read!" she says and hands it over to me. Taking it I look at the book, it's a book about werewolves. I didn't see him like someone into those books. Raising my eyes to look at her. "he wants me to read this?" I say and hold it up, She gives me a nod.