Home Body

Five years into my relationship with a Godfather-to-be, I realized Cicio Russo had fallen for someone else. And I decided that the choice should be his. I laid the options right in front of him: break up with me, or send that someone else far away overseas. Cicio Russo stood outside my windows all night, down there with the coldness of the night cutting through him and fogging his breath. By morning, Cicio told me that he'd decided. His choice was me. Or at least - that was what I was made to believe. Surprise came on the very day of our wedding, a strange little boy ran straight down the aisle that was supposed to be mine to walk. “Daddy,” he cried at Cicio and Cicio’s face of stony indifference, “What about me? You have left mommy already. Are you going to abandon me, too?” The ring slipped from Cicio’s hand and hit the carpet with a muted thud. He turned his back on me and walked away without even looking back. I pulled off the white veil. And I snatched the microphone from the host. “If you take one more step,” I screamed into the microphone, “if you leave, I will give all this up. And you, too. Do you hear me? I will give you up.” He froze. For only one second. Then he stepped away anyway.

My marriage to Dante Moretti shocked everyone. I’ve got a fiery temper and I don’t back down. Three years into our marriage, the entire Chicago underworld knew we were at each other's throats. Except in bed. There, our bodies just fit. The only time we weren't at war was when we were tangled in the sheets, lost in a storm of desperate kisses and raw pleasure. Countless times, he’d tell me he was obsessed with my body, always right as he was sinking into me. I thought it was his way of saying he was falling for me. That all came crashing down at an auction, when he snatched my mother's heirloom from me, only to give it to her—a fragile-looking girl named Ava. That’s when he showed me a cruelty I’d never seen. "It's time for a reality check, Elara," he’d said, his voice cold as ice. "Marrying you, fucking you… it was all just to keep the peace between our families. Ava is the one I want to protect." But the day I finally left Chicago, the day I announced our divorce to the world… That cold, calculating Mafia Don hunted for me like a man possessed.

When a dullahan from the fae realm shows up on Mike Radley's property, he doesn't know what to expect. He didn't expect to learn that his banshee friend Cecilia has become a prisoner of the faerie queen. He really didn't expect to learn that his home contains a portal to the Underworld itself. And he definitely didn't expect to do battle against the duplicitous shadow man who wants Mike's very soul. With new allies, villains, and monstergirls, things are about to become dead serious. Welcome to Home for Horny Monsters (Book 04). Expect the Unexpected.

When Mike Radley offered to battle a minotaur to retrieve a pair of magical goggles for his goblin wife, he thought he knew what to expect. He didn't expect to meet a lonely centaur hiding in his greenhouse. He really didn't expect an encounter with a powerful naga in the labyrinth under his home. And he definitely didn't expect a secret society of witches to camp out in his front yard, hellbent on revenge for killing one of their own and stealing their leader's succubus. Welcome to House for Horny Monsters (Book 02) Expect the Unexpected.

Nova Harlow’s life ended in betrayal, but fate gives her a second chance...Reborn in her past, she now wields the knowledge and strength to protect herself and exact revenge. Will revenge consume her??, or will forbidden love win? But Yet, destiny has other plans. To survive the threats lurking from her past and present, she is forced into marriage with Myles Rochefort, the ultra-powerful, cold, and impossibly rich CEO who feels inexplicably drawn to her. He doesn’t remember their past-life connection, but his obsession is undeniable. They hate each other… yet their bodies and hearts betray them at every turn. As enemies circle, family secrets unfold, and hidden powers surface, Nova must navigate desire, danger, and destiny. With Alden Maxwell stirring tension and Isla Garnier scheming, passion, betrayal, and erotic tension escalate until the final act where love, legacy, and power collide.

Rosalie Hills is a girl from a military family the is so used to moving that she doesn’t know how to let her guard down she moves to a new town and falls for a guy but isn’t quite sure how to open up to him. We also have our mystery boy who fell for Rosalie at first sight but doesn’t have the courage to ever profess his feelings to her.

Yvonne woke up finding herself inside a stranger's body the day she received a pen drive with the evidence of her husband's adulterous lifestyle behind her back. To add worse into the situation, she realized that she was into her husband's mistress's body who was already married to another person and had a child. Now, not only was she facing such a cruel joke, but also the person who her husband's mistress was married to, hated her existence. How will she face all the humiliation and overcome while trying to return to her own life that she carefully built? Will she fall in love with the mistress's husband instead?

The apartment that I bought four years ago isn't renovated or lived in at all. Yet, I suddenly receive messages on unpaid water and electricity bills. Puzzled by the sudden barrage of messages, I return to that particular apartment to check things out. That's when I realize that a stranger has been living in my apartment this whole time!

After I turn five years of age and have my very own phone, I start receiving strange messages every single day. For some reason, the sender keeps referring to me as their mom. At 3:00 am, they send me another message. "Mom, I saw you in my dreams again. The rain is seeping into the attic. My stepmom told me to use a rag to soak up all the water, but the rag is too small. Even though I tried to wipe it up all night, it still wouldn't dry. Mom, I'm so cold and hungry. I miss you so much…" I tilt my head, looking at the rain pouring outside the window. I then earnestly reply, "Don't be scared, sweetheart. Where are you right now? I will bring you something yummy!"

My back hits the cold glass of the penthouse window, the city glittering a thousand feet below us. Sebastian’s hand is at my throat—not tight enough to hurt, but enough to remind me who I belong to. “You were talking to him,” he says, voice low, dangerous. His other hand is braced beside my head, caging me in. “You smiled.” “It was just—” “Don’t lie to me, Ocean.” His thumb brushes the hollow of my throat, and my pulse jumps so hard he feels it. “You’re mine. Every glance. Every breath. Every inch of you.” I should be furious. I should tell him I’m not his property. But then his mouth is on mine—rough, consuming, tasting like the whiskey he hasn’t let go of since the gala. I moan before I can stop myself. That’s all the permission he needs. His hand slides to my waist, fingers digging in as if he’s afraid I’ll vanish. The heat between us ignites like dry kindling. It’s dangerous. It’s too much. It’s everything. When he finally pulls back, his eyes are dark enough to drown in. “One year,” he murmurs. “That was the deal. But you… you’re making me want forever.” And in that moment, I know the worst truth of all— If Sebastian Velez decides to keep me, I won’t even try to run.