Dogwood Flower Tattoo

There's this unspoken rule in werewolf high society: no matter how tight the mate bond is, business banquets mean booking a hostess. Six years into our bond, my Alpha mate—Brian Stormclaw—met one. Louise. A scrappy Omega with too much pride and not enough sense. When he offered her his black card, she pushed it back and said, "I'm not some Alpha's pampered pet." Brian? Instantly hooked. Like the Moon Goddess herself had dropped her in his lap. He chased her like he wanted her mark on every pack crest. But he forgot something—I was the Luna he wrote ninety-nine love letters to before I said yes. I didn't beg. Didn't snap. Every time he chose her over me, I lit another letter. First one burned on our anniversary—he bailed to wait outside Louise's flower shop, just to walk her home. Letter thirty-four? He left me stranded in a dangerous hunting ground to keep her company. Said she was scared of the dark. Fifty-two? Torched the second he replaced our wedding photo with some sketch she made on. ... And when the ninety-ninth turned to ash, so did whatever was left of us. I walked away. For good.

WHAT DO YOU DO WHEN YOUR HUSBAND AND HIS BEST FRIEND ACCIDENTALLY SWAP SOULS AND TO SWAP THEM BACK YOU HAVE TO BE MARKED BY BOTH OF THEM AT THE SAME TIME OR JUST PICK ONE? Do you go to the man with your husband's face, his familiar hands, his familiar voice — knowing it's his best friend's soul looking back at you through his eyes? Or do you go to the man with his best friend's body, every tattoo, every scar, every inch of him you were never supposed to want — knowing your husband's heart is beating inside that chest? Maya Sinclair has exactly forty days to figure it out before the curse makes the swap permanent. The problem is she's been in love with both of them for longer than she's willing to admit. And the bigger problem? They're starting to figure that out. Two men. Two bodies. One woman. She has thirty days to break the curse. And she has two men in the wrong bodies, with every reason to hate each other — who are both, somehow, choosing her and even choosing each other. Some curses aren't punishments. Some curses are the only way the universe could think to tell you the truth. And that one choice could change three lives. What choice would Maya make? THIS BOOK CONTAINS EXPLICIT SEX SCENES,POSSESSIVE ENERGY, AND INTENSE EMOTIONAL TENSION AND BETRAYAL, READER’S DISCRETION IS ADVISED. SPICY CHAPTERS WOULD BE INDICATED WITH THIS SYMBOL ~~~. ENJOY!!

Jacob is a struggling teenager trying to adapt and fit into his new life and school after the death of his family caused him to move across countries with his uncle and cousin, Kenny. He was forced to attend an elite all boys boarding school with Kenny, after his uncle somehow secured him a scholarship. Jacob accidentally walks in on Daniel, a notorious bad boy and bully, getting a blow job from a junior. Daniel seeing him and taking interest in the new kid at school, decides to bully Jacob into keeping his secret. Jacob trying to protect his uncle’s job and his spot at the school gives in to Daniel’s constant bullying which led to him doing things for him and his favorite teacher, Richard he never thought he would do. Jacob falls in love with Nathan years later and they were about to be married when he suddenly bumped into Daniel at the flower shop. He’d changed so much and he seemed kinder than he’d remembered him. Memories and feelings came rushing in and Jacob’s head became filled with so many questions. “Will he ever be able to forgive Daniel for everything he did to him?” But more importantly. “Has he really moved on from him?”

I had once been the woman Theo Bennett would have risked his life to marry. For six years after our wedding, he treated me like his entire world. He even had a matching tattoo carved into his lower abdomen, identical to mine, as proof of his devotion. But in the seventh year, he coldly demanded that I make a full-body model for his kept woman. "Catherine," he said, his voice sharp with contempt, "this is the price you pay for lying to me about being my savior. You know my tastes better than anyone. Make sure you replicate Hannah's body temperature. She's pregnant. I don't want to hurt her." Hannah Moore lay limp in Theo's arms, laughing so hard her shoulders shook. "How pathetic, Catherine," she mocked. "I'm pregnant, so I can't be with Theo. And yet he'd rather order a model of me than lay a finger on you. Once this one wears out, I guess I'll have to trouble you to make a few more copies of me." Only then did I understand. Theo had mistaken Hannah for the woman who once saved his life. I didn't scream. I didn't cry. I didn't argue. I simply turned around and dialed Sebastian's number. "Sebastian," I said calmly, "Theo is having an affair. I want a divorce."

“I’ve warned you from the beginning. Don’t marry him, but you won’t listen.” Darcy stood close to me and smiled with concern. “You’re not a woman worthy of a man as handsome, rich, smart, and virile as Blaze.” My whole body trembled at her words. “Have you no shame?” I asked. “Take a good look at yourself, Heather.” She stared at me in the mirror. “You can’t even glance at your ugly face. Do you think Blaze can endure a lifetime of gazing at that scar?” Heather Bailey got a surprise from her husband: a divorce agreement. After a year of marriage and facing ups and downs, she couldn’t believe Blaze intended to divorce her. She was devastated when she saw him gazing lovingly at another woman. After signing the divorce papers, shockwaves caught her up. Her flower shop was burned to the ground. Her father’s company collapsed, and her parents blamed her. She struggled to rebuild her life from the ground up and became more successful than ever. Having many customers from influential families, she started her revenge on Blaze. She won the very thing he wanted, but that was just the beginning.

She was born a mafia heiress. Trained to lead. Destined to destroy anyone who stood in her way. But she never expected him… Fiorella D’Angelo has always been the sharpest weapon in her father’s arsenal—fierce, fearless, and raised to inherit an empire. When betrayal strikes from within, everything she believed about loyalty shatters. And the man demanding her compliance? Rocco De Luca—the most ruthless son of a rival mafia family, known for breaking rules, bones, and hearts. What starts as an arrangement built on vengeance, power plays, and buried family secrets quickly ignites into something neither of them can control. In a world soaked with blood, loyalty, and vendettas, love is the most dangerous game of all. But when enemies close in and war explodes around them, Fiorella and Rocco must decide: will they burn the world down for each other… or will it bury them both? The Mafia’s Flower is a gripping, slow-burn dark mafia romance packed with deadly obsession, tortured enemies-to-lovers tension, heart-pounding cliffhangers, and a heroine who never needs saving—but still chooses love. One empire. One queen. One man who would kill the world to protect her. Ready to enter their world?

"Custom demanded that Prince Urban get a love mark tattooed to the side of his left eye as an infant, just like the rest of his people, but to him, the stupid things have only brought on the scorn of his father, the misery of his siblings, and caused his entire kingdom to go broke from fighting so many wars over the irritating ink stains. When Urban’s sister must travel to Donnelly, the kingdom within the sand, for her arranged marriage to align two realms, he goes with her. But he no sooner steps foot inside their castle than his mark starts itching like a son of a bitch, telling him his one true love is near. It just figures, though, that the woman meant for him is completely forbidden. Now he must decide if he should ignore the persistent mark, telling him she's the one, in order to avoid a possible war between kingdoms, or if he should discover whether she's worth risking everything for so they can be together. Either way, his life gets sucked into chaos with threats of beheadings, dark magic lurking, castle traitors scheming, and sword fights eminent. Who knew one little tattoo could cause so much trouble? (ONE TRUE LOVE is the author’s first attempt at a fantasy romance. Please forgive her; she might’ve read an overabundance of Cassandra Gannon, Sarah J. Maas, and Eve Langlais books, then gone off to watch too many episodes of Supernatural, Game of Thrones, and Outlander, because this was the outcome.)"

The story revolves around a ruthless mafioso who finds a woman buried on the ground as a sacrificial bride to the woman's townfolk's cult. He finds himself drawn to her and claims her from the grave just before she died and was instead wedded to him. Althea's fate was sealed when she became the mafioso's corpse bride. She was like a lifeless flower in a sea of blood and wrath. Men have been fawning over her ever since she remembered, and it was revealed that she was an actual human cursed by her own mother after the man who impregnated her left her to rot. She was like a human succubus, drawing men to her until they became crazy enough to kill her. And every time Althea is killed, a new Althea comes to life as though, the curse goes on and on. It is revealed later on that throughout the world, there have been more than thousands of Altheas enough to dominate the world in secret. At the end of the story, the mafioso due to the curse would kill his wife, only to be killed as well by another Althea who had been watching on the sidelines all this time. She goes back to visit her mother who had been brought to the mental asylum only to laugh hysterical at the term, 'monster'.

She entered his world as prey. Now, she’s learning to bite back. After her mother’s death, Annabelle Gracia seeks fragile solace in the flower shop—until her father trades her to Antonioni D’Angélo, the ruthless mafia billionaire known as The Shadow King. Nights with him burn with pain, pleasure, and control. His coldness shields a heart hunted by a dangerous fraternity, one that will not forgive tenderness—love is a risk he cannot afford. Yet desire refuses to be silenced. In their world, love is weakness, and weakness could destroy them both. Antonioni is not just another mafia heir; he is a force who commands the world’s shadows. Beyond the empire most will never see: high-stakes deals in European marketplaces, clandestine arms trades, and the quiet power of a man who moves money, influence, and danger across continents. Once fragile, she rises. No longer a pawn, she becomes his fiercest ally and mafia queen, his quiet hope. But betrayal is never far, and enemies wait in the shadows. When Nora, the daughter of one of their deadliest rivals, enters their world, alliances shatter, and danger multiplies. In a world ruled by secrets and scars, can love save them… or destroy them?

On the day of the mating ceremony, a crazed witch bursts in and points straight at me, shrieking, "Six years later, your Alpha will betray you!" Troy Hudson, my soon-to-be mate, turns livid. He swats the purple-glowing crystal ball from her hand, shattering it on the floor. "Nonsense! Estelle is my fated mate! I'll only ever love her in this lifetime!" After that, he becomes even more devoted to me. At the Moon Goddess' altar, he drapes the Luna shawl over my shoulders. He marks me with his scent so the entire pack knows I belong to him. Every full moon, he deepens the mark on my neck, whispering that I am his forever. I believe his love is unbreakable until our sixth anniversary. A box waits at our front door. Inside lies a pair of lace panties and a photograph. In the photo, Troy is pressed over his foster sister, Rue Youngblood, the wolf tattoo on his body glowing faintly. His hand grips her waist, his eyes burning with the same heat I've dreamed of a million times. And Rue? She's wearing that same pair of panties. On the back of the photo, written in ink as red as blood, is a line of pure provocation. "The Alpha's heart may belong to you, but his body belongs to me." Agony ripped through my chest, yet not a single tear fell. Instead, I rest my hand on my belly and quietly send word to the Witch Association. "I accept your invitation. Please help me vanish."