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They called him Father. She called him forbidden. Ayana Marcus thought coming home for Christmas would be simple—a few weeks of family dinners, church services, and small-town nostalgia before returning to her real life in Boston. She didn't expect him. Father Nelson has been her father's best friend for two decades. A priest. A pillar of their tight-knit community. A man who's supposed to be untouchable, unshakeable, holy. But when Ayana returns after four years away—no longer the sheltered girl who left, but a woman who knows her own mind—everything changes. One look across her family's dinner table, and she sees it: the way his dark eyes linger a second too long, the tension in his jaw when she speaks, the white-knuckled grip on his glass when she laughs. Father Nelson isn't just her father's friend anymore. He's a man on the edge of breaking. One stolen kiss beneath the mistletoe shatters two decades of self-control. What begins as a single moment of weakness spirals into a secret affair that threatens to destroy everything—his priesthood, her family, their souls. He tells himself he's corrupting her. She knows she's awakening him. In the cold December nights, between whispered prayers and desperate touches, they discover that some sins taste like salvation. That the line between worship and desire is thinner than either imagined. That love—even forbidden, impossible, unholy love—can be the most sacred thing of all. But in a town where secrets don't stay buried and the church sees everything, their passion will cost them more than they ever imagined. He's twice her age. Her father's best friend. A man of God. She's everything he's denied himself for twenty years. And this December, they'll learn that some gifts are too dangerous to unwrap… But impossible to resist.

Eve Larson, all fire and defiance, is the ransom for her father’s life. When she’s forced into marriage with Dominik Grimaldi, a ruthless mafia don twice her age, he makes his terms clear. Total obedience, unwavering fidelity, and an heir within one year. Trapped in his opulent prison, Eve fights him with every breath, but Dominik is a master of the long game. Her defiance is his ultimate aphrodisiac, and he’s determined to shatter her resistance. He’ll use agonizing denial, strategic pleasure, and ruthless psychological warfare to reprogram her, body and soul. He doesn't just want her submission, he wants her addicted to him. But Dominik didn't just capture a pawn, he caged a queen. As their scorching battle of wills explodes from the bedroom into his vast empire, Eve's hatred sharpens into a weapon. She masters his games, challenges his control, and issues a deadly ultimatum that threatens to burn his world to the ground. The line between hate and obsession blurs into a feral, addictive passion. Will she be the ruin of his empire, or will she rise to rule it by his side?

Emma was raised to become the wife of a man she didn't even know. Forced to marry to end the conflict between the families and finally generate peace. But she could not imagine that she would fall into the arms of Boris Mikhailovich, a ruthless mobster who will do anything to get what he wants. A man who doesn't know what love is, who doesn't mind hurting people. Marriage becomes his personal hell. Emma only wanted to escape to get rid of the prison she was put in. But Boris would not allow her to leave. Emma was his property and nothing and no one could change that.

I'm the female protagonist of a spicy novel. One day, the system tosses me into an innocuous novel to be reformed. What a joke! I turn to the male protagonist. "Hi there. Want to make out?" He has me thrown behind bars and accuses me of molesting him. Much later, he does even naughtier things than the male protagonists in spicy novels do.

Prince Hayden is the beloved heir of the Alpha King whereas Cory is a peasant girl with a dark secret. The pair become unlikely friends when a common goal unites them, a quest to rid the land of Stormbringers, vicious beasts who control the weather and leave wreckage in their wake. Will their friendship stand the test of time, will it endure during the quest, will it wither or will it give way to something more powerful...passion?

The Alpha’s King Property. In the world of werewolves, the moon goddess grants a single wish to every young adult on their 18th birthday. But for Olivia Dakota, daughter of the ruthless Alpha King Lane, fate has other plans. Unlike her peers, Olivia remains incomplete, unable to shift or find her mate. Desperate to prove herself, Olivia longs to unlock her true potential. But her father's disdain grows with each passing day and she was sold to the most feared Alpha, Khalid, and became his property. She was now at the mercy of the cruelest leader in the Pack, forced to obey his every command. Would she ever break free from his grasp, or would she remain forever known as 'The Alpha's King Property'?"

“... Your daughter just fell off the stairs and she's in a terrible state." With just one call, Elara's seemingly perfect life tumbles. Drowning in endless debts and her daughter on the brink of death, she tosses her morality aside and takes the job of a bartender in a notorious club, 'Sinful Saint'. Dressed sexy to entice the predators in Sinful Saint, she is attacked by mobs, only to get saved by a gangster biker. He turns out to be the Don Marco Conti, the son of her family's arch-enemy, and the shadow she dreads. After their reckless one-night stand three years ago, she fled home with a fake identity just to keep her child safe. Now, he's back to claim her; his property, and he'll go to any length to own her. Marco isn't the type of man she should have around her baby. But armed with money and an irresistible aura, can she fight her fate? How long can she keep his child a secret? P.S: This is a dark gritty book suitable for +18 audience ONLY. Contains hardcore sex, violence, themes of abuse.

Merida was a certified black sheep of the family. She loves to hear her grandmother's story about fairies, dragons, pirates and princesses and her favorite was the tale about the legendary pirate named Escarial, and a Princess called Athalia. Listening to her grandma’s folktales was her routine all throughout her eighteen years of existence. That’s why when her grandmother died without having at least a last talk with her, she turned badly depressed. She didn’t go to school at all, and just stayed in her grandmother’s room to lock herself away from the rest of the world. Three days after her grandmother’s funeral, strange things happened in her room. The painting her old woman often gazed on suddenly moved and glowed. She succumbed to it, helpless, and had nothing to do to save herself because of the force that was beyond overwhelming. The next thing she knew, she was in North Sonnenfield. What’s more shocking to her was the name she’s called as by her servants; Princess Athalia—the heir of the throne, and the only daughter of King Eldar of North Sonnenfield. She was in awe, because she remembered that King Eldar was the character in the story. The palace where she found herself lost was the same place where the brave princess who ventured the dangerous sea had lived. She loves being in a Sonnenfield. However, she knew to herself that the day will come when she would wake up from a dream. But life always has a twist because Captain Escarial came to the scene. She expects that he will be gentleman just like pirate captain in the book. But to her horror, this Captain Escarial is snobbish, rude and proud. Oh, how she hates him!

She took vows to serve God. He built an empire serving only himself. Sister Seraphine thought she buried her sins the moment she entered the convent. Silence, prayer, and devotion became her shield against a past that would never forgive her. Until Cassian Vale walked into her world-billionaire, sinner, and the very embodiment of temptation. He wanted her innocence. She wanted redemption. But the moment their eyes met, both of them knew-this was no holy ground. In a city where cathedrals hide corruption and holy men are devils in disguise, Seraphine and Cassian are bound by a dangerous truth: sometimes, salvation doesn't come from God... It comes from sin.

“Fuck you, Carlo! I will not be marrying your son!” My body trembled slightly not just from anger, but fear also. “You will, piccolina,” he said in a low growl. “And if you curse at me again or use any foul language in my home, you'll be sent back to the dungeon.” My father was an abusive drunkard who made my life miserable, but there was hope, because I had just graduated high school, I planned to attend a college hours away from home where I could love dad from afar without having to be constantly hurt. I could almost taste my freedom until the devil, Don Carlo Moretti, showed up at my doorstep. Carlo was a dangerous mafia don, feared by many in both Europe and outside Europe. He was a heartless and cold-blooded murderer. A man who always got what he wanted—including me, his son’s betrothed. I was his now… his property as he always says…