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Eighteen-year-old Chateau Lavigne has always led a simple life as a florist's daughter, tending to her garden and selling flowers in the local market. But her world shatters when Leonard Hugues, a powerful executive of the feared Lafleur mafia, shows up to collect on a debt her father owes—a debt far more serious than she ever imagined. Swept into Leonard’s dangerous world, Chateau finds herself terrified. But as she learns more about the man beneath the ruthless exterior, her fear turns to affection, and eventually, love. Leonard becomes her protector, her obsession, and a mystery she’s determined to unravel. But Leonard’s dark past holds a secret—a hidden truth that threatens to shatter everything Chateau believes about him. As shadows of revenge begin to circle, Chateau will have to face a deadly truth: falling for Leonard may have placed her in the path of the very danger she fears most.

Samantha Phillips an independent woman believed in love, marriage and a happy ever after with her college boyfriend Greg, she was placed in-between the line of choosing her love for her boyfriend and her father's life. Things took a different turn when Greg her boyfriend decided to kill her and her father and take over her father's property. The situation got intense as she forfeited her friendship with her best friend to be with her boyfriend. Still in doubt, she never actually believed what her boyfriend was up to even after being shown the truth. The truth was uncovered and this made her realize she has been wasting her time with the wrong person. The book tells the story about the struggles, lies, and betrayals she faced as a woman who is in love.

My Runaway Mate She was wolfless healer, weak and powerless. He was a ruthless Alpha, bound by duty and loyalty. Their fates collided on the battlefield, but the real war was only beginning.* Ignored and bullied for her lack of a wolf, Ignas Lucras was forced into the frontline as a healer, expected to do nothing more than patch up the wounded. But amidst the chaos of war, she met **Alpha Leo**—her destined mate. Days of building passion led to a night of undeniable connection… until she discovered the heartbreaking truth the next morning. Leo already had a fiancée. Shattered by betrayal, Ignas ran, leaving the battlefield behind—only to discover she carried more than just the memory of that night. She was pregnant with the Alpha’s child. Now, Alpha Leo is hunting her down, desperate to reclaim her and their unborn child, determined to make her his no matter the cost. But Ignas isn’t ready to be anyone’s second choice. Not even for the man who owns her heart. As the Alpha grows ruthless in his pursuit, threatening to take their child if she doesn’t return, Ignas must decide: will she fight for her independence and the life she’s built, or will she give in to the powerful pull of their bond? Can love triumph over betrayal, or will her heart be forever lost to the man who broke it?

Sienna's life is a shadow of what it once was, trapped in a violent marriage that slowly consumes her. Her days are filled with fear and heartbreak, and she’s lost all hope of escape—until Zane reappears. After four years of silence, her best friend, the one person she thought she could trust, returns. But Sienna is far from welcoming. The pain of his abandonment lingers, and forgiveness seems impossible. Zane, however, isn’t going anywhere this time. His return stirs something in Sienna, something she can’t ignore. The more she pushes him away, the more she finds herself craving his presence. Their deep-rooted friendship, built on years of shared history, begins to shift in unexpected ways. But Zane isn’t the same man who left all those years ago. He has secrets—secrets that could unravel everything. As Sienna struggles with finding herself and her growing feelings for the man who once meant everything to her, she must decide whether to confront the painful truths of her past or risk losing herself in a new love that might be just as dangerous as the one she’s trying to escape.

On the night Aria was born, a storm covered the kingdom and a mysterious mark appeared on her wrist — a mark tied to an ancient prophecy long believed to be forgotten. To protect her from those who feared the prophecy, Aria was taken far away and raised in a quiet village, living a simple life and unaware of the truth about who she really was. But secrets have a way of finding their way back. As strange events begin to follow her and the mysterious mark on her wrist awakens, Aria is forced to leave the only life she has ever known. Hidden powers, ancient spirits, and dangerous enemies begin to surface, all pointing to one terrifying truth: Aria may be the last heir of a forgotten bloodline. Now hunted by those who fear her power and guided by forces she doesn’t yet understand, Aria must uncover the truth about her birth, her destiny, and the prophecy that could either save the kingdom…Or destroy it.

Kyla is Reece’s loyal secretary by day and his secret lover by night. Coming from a life of poverty, she’s used to being invisible to the rich. What Reece doesn’t know is that his powerful mother is behind it all—secretly paying Kyla to keep Reece distracted while she finds him the perfect bride from high society. But Kyla makes the one mistake she swore she wouldn’t—she falls in love with him. When the weight of their unequal worlds becomes too much and Reece's mother finds him a future wife, Kyla decides to walk away from both her job and Reece, hoping to escape the pain before it’s too late. Now, Reece faces an impossible choice: follow his mother’s plans and marry the perfect bride, or risk everything to fight for the woman he never realized he couldn’t live without. But will Kyla’s love be enough to break through the walls of wealth and control that surround him, or will their passion burn out in the shadows?

Emelia's home from college and she's done pretending to be a good girl. The second her mother's car pulls out of the driveway for a two-hour appointment, the bratty little tease makes her move. Wearing nothing but a soaked black thong, she struts into the living room, tits bouncing, and plants herself right between her stepdad Marcus's legs. "Tick-tock, Daddy," she purrs, slowly peeling the thong down her thighs so he can see how obscenely wet her tight pussy already is. "Mom's gone for two hours... but I only need fifteen minutes to climb on that thick married cock and ride you like a desperate little slut." Marcus tries to resist. He really does. But Emelia just smirks, spreads her legs, and starts rubbing her dripping cunt against the massive bulge in his pants. "I've been dreaming about this for months," she whispers, grinding harder. "I want you to stretch me open, Daddy. I want you to ruin my pussy and pump me so full of your hot cum that it's still leaking out when Mom kisses me hello later." She leans in, biting her lip with pure brat energy. "So what's it going to be? Are you going to be a good stepdad and send me to my room... or are you finally going to let your filthy stepdaughter bounce on your cock cowgirl style and beg you to breed me before she gets back?" Because Emelia isn't leaving until she gets exactly what she wants a deep, raw, creampie from the one man who's supposed to protect her. Some lines should never be crossed. Emelia's about to ride right over them.

“You should end things with him.” A husky deep voice echoes from the darkness. I freeze in place, his thick Russian accent sent shivers down my spine. I could only make out his large form from the dim lights of the smoking area. “H-how long have you been standing there?” I shivered, not from the cold but from an unsettling feeling. He chuckles richly causing my heart rate to quicken as I watch a small flicker of light before smoke puffs out into the air. “Go inside, krasotka it’s too cold for that little dress of yours...” ******** Josephine Beaumont would’ve never imagined that working as a personal nurse for a wealthy French businessman would entangle her into a deadly web of mafia rivalries. Struggling with financial issues and a toxic relationship, she catches the attention of the dangerous and ruthless Russian pakhan, Sasha Romanov and a deep dark obsession brews takes root in his heart. He stalks her every move with burning desire and manipulates their meeting in the pretense of fate, pulling her into the dangerous dark world of the mafia. Delve into this dark, steamy mafia romance filled with obsession, power, and high-stakes danger, BRATVA'S OBSESSION will leave you breathless and craving more.

What’s worse than being a vampire whose mate Ran out on you? …one that has been left to starve. Running a mortuary is already a headache but when salvation comes with a high price tag, her name, Emma Carter and she’s about to be my new obsession, one i refuse to let go. but first. i have to buy her.

I couldn’t cum ,not once in two years with him nor with someone. Then Sophie,my best friend….slid a card across the table. Dr. Vincent Kane. Specialist in women’s sexual dysfunction. The man who could fix what felt permanently broken. She didn’t mention he was her ex-husband Or that his “program” meant thirty locked days at his private estate. No sterile exam rooms. Just silk-draped suites, candlelit treatment spaces, and a discreet staff who vanished when he entered. In our first session he asked me to undress behind a screen and u did. When I stepped out in the thin robe, his gaze dragged down my body,slow, deliberate,before snapping back to my face. His throat worked. “Lie back,” he said, voice rougher than the day before. His gloved fingers parted with me for the exam. Clinical and professional until they lingered, circling my clit with the lightest pressure, testing responses I didn’t know I had. My hips jerked. A gasp tore from my throat. He froze, knuckles white on the table edge, breathing hard through his nose. He didn’t stop….Night after night the sessions grew bolder. His mouth replaced fingers, tongue stroking in slow, deliberate circles until my thighs shook and my back bowed off the massage table. When I finally shattered, clenching, crying out, soaking his chin, he pulled back, lips glistening, eyes black with something feral. He pinned my wrists above my head one evening, cock hard against my thigh through his trousers. “This is still therapy,” he growled, grinding once, twice. “Tell me to stop.” I arched into him instead, nails digging into his shoulders. My ex is threatening to leak photos, ruin us... Sophie keeps texting: How’s the retreat? He’s helping, right?