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Axel’s hand shot to her throat without warning, clamping her down with brutal force, her naked breast_ hard red nipples; bared free to his hungry feral eyes. Eyes that blazed with uncontrollable hunger for her suffering. “You are my slave, my property… mine to keep. Mine to break, I protect my property from rogues and thieves even if I intend to destroy myself.” Axel growled. From that instant Ava knew there was no escape for her. — After surviving the massacre of his family and pack, Alpha Axel of Blood Claw Pack waged war against the mad king, seizing the throne and claiming the royal House of the Lycans. He captured Princess Ava, the mad king's daughter, and though she wasn't enough to atone for her father's sins, she would do just fine. Discovering she was his mate whom he hated with every fiber of his being, Axel rejected her, making her his sex slave. Framed for murder, Ava fled with Axel's unborn child, giving birth to sextuplet Lycans the first in two centuries; After Lycans extinction. Six years later, Axel learns of his heirs and captures Ava once more. Will she prove that she's not a monster like her father, or will Axel's hatred consume them both?

Louisa Forge didn’t choose this. She was handed over like a bargaining chip — marked by an Alpha she despises, installed in a pack house that doesn’t want her, bound to a man who locks her in her room and calls it mercy. Kaelen is everything a wolf shouldn’t be: cruel, reckless, and hungry for a power he hasn’t earned. But the pack house has another occupant. Julian — former Alpha, widower, a man who has been quietly starving himself to death since the loss of his mate — is supposed to be irrelevant. A ghost in the east wing. Instead he’s the one who checks on her in the night, who brings her sedatives for the pain, who laughs with her over terrible soup until the whole dining room forgets to be miserable. He’s also the one who tells her, very clearly, that what happened between them during her heat meant nothing. He’s lying. They both know it. Caught between a mate bond she never consented to and a connection she can’t name, Louisa is doing what she does best — surviving. She’s building alliances in quiet corners, winning loyalty one small kindness at a time, and carrying a secret that could burn everything to the ground. Because the heir Kaelen is so desperate to claim? It isn’t his.

Her back slammed into the wall, Dante’s hand pinning hers high above her head, his mouth hovering close enough to steal her breath. His voice was a husky growl, low and lethal. “You think you can defy me, Bianca?” She smirked, arching into him, her nails dragging across his chest. “Defy you? I own the game, Dante.” Their lips crashed...violent, hungry, desperate. His grip was bruising, her body pressed against his with ruthless possession. Every kiss tasted of war. Every touch was a betrayal. Every moan, a fight for dominance neither was willing to lose. Bianca Moretti isn’t just a woman; she’s the She Mafia. Beautiful. Deadly. Untouchable. Dante Moretti, the ruthless Mafia King, should be her greatest enemy… yet he’s also the one man who matches her cruelty and consumes her with forbidden desire. But lust is the most dangerous weapon in a world where loyalty is scarce. And enemies wait in the shadows; Betty Mordecai, venomous and relentless, and Andriena, the lover who turned traitor, ready to tear Bianca apart piece by piece. Now Bianca and Dante must decide: join forces to rule or destroy each other in the crossfire. Because in the Mafia, love isn’t romance. It’s war. It’s obsession. And it always comes with blood.

To end a twenty–year war, she must marry the monster who made her people bleed. To survive him, she’ll have to become something worse. Princess Maris Corvin of Aradal has spent her life blessing soldiers in a holy war against the werewolves of Tharros. When a fragile peace is finally brokered, the price is her hand—and her freedom. Sent to the cliff-carved fortress of Fenrith Keep as bride and hostage to the infamous Werewolf King, Rhael Vargan, Maris expects a barbarian beast. Instead she finds a ruthless, war-broken king, a court ruled by teeth and loyalty, and a bond of blood-and-moon magic that refuses to let her forget she is no longer entirely human… or entirely his enemy. As Maris navigates a brutal new world of pack law, shifting alliances, and howling moons, she uncovers a darker truth: the war was never just between humans and wolves. Something ancient and hungry stirs beneath the ravaged border known as the Wound, and it is feeding on their hatred. With fanatics in her homeland calling for her death and Rhael’s own people divided over their human queen, Maris must decide where her loyalty truly lies. Because if she and Rhael cannot learn to trust the bond that ties them together, the next war won’t just burn their kingdoms. It will wake the Red Warden—and devour them all.

"Please, don't do this, I have a husband... I am married" Ash begged with her joined hands while walking backward. Tears streamed down her cheeks, blurring her vision. In a snap, his handsome face contorted in distaste and his eyes lost all their warmth. "Not tonight! Tonight you are mine. And ONLY MINE," he paced towards her like a predator. "Michael...Michael..." Ash shouted her husband's name as her back hit the cold wall. He started caressing her cheek with his knuckles. He leaned forward and whispered in her ears "he has sold you to me, for tonight. So, tonight the only name you are allowed to take is mine. And believe me, angel, I'll make sure you scream my name while I'll do things to you that I have been wanting to do with you since the moment I saw you" He said in his raspy voice. He had been imagining this moment since the day he had laid his eyes on her. And finally, he got her. Daniel slammed his bow-shaped hungry lips on her soft plumpy ones just after finishing his sentence. She squeezed her eyes shut letting tears tumble out.

They say Alpha Kael Vorthrane is not a man. He is a curse. A beast born from betrayal. A ruler who destroyed entire packs to build his throne. And now… he owns mine. I am Liora Ashwyn. Daughter of the Dark Moon Alpha. The girl my own parents handed over like a peace offering when Alpha Kael came for revenge. I watched him slaughter my pack. I watched my parents choose me to save themselves. And I watched his soldiers drag me away to be his “gift.” But when Alpha Kael finally looked at me… He didn’t see a slave. He saw the daughter of the people who ruined his life. And he decided I would pay for their sins. Alpha Kael doesn’t just want my body. He wants my fear. My pride. My spirit. He wants to break me slowly. Because his wolf is insatiable. Cruel. Hungry for revenge. And I am the perfect victim. But Alpha Kael doesn’t know one thing… I am not as weak as I look. And the girl he plans to destroy might be the only one capable of destroying him. Or worse… Becoming the one thing his wolf never expected. His perfect mate.

PSA: This book has high smut intensity, intoxicating chemistry and compelling family and sibling rivalry. Aanoni Adukolapo was raised to lead. He is disciplined, charismatic, egoistic, and heir to a fortune. At twenty-eight, he has carved his name into a perfume empire, a revolt against his father’s tight reins. But power has never unsettled him the way Ere does. Ereadurami is thirty-five: elegant and dangerously alluring. The kind of woman who should be sacred, a taboo, and off-limits in Yoruba culture. Her boutique displays her clothing artistry, work of a master. She is sweet, refined, but behind that subtle demeanor lies a hungry succubus. What begins as a random suggestion inside her boutique soon spirals into a hunger neither of them can resist. Every glance, every stare, every breath is calculated, meant not to seem weak. She is older, forbidden, and everything his father would use to destroy him. But the closer Aanoni gets to Ere, the harder it becomes to care about consequences. Desire is intoxicating, hypnotic and surrendering to her might be the most reckless, irresistible rebellion of all. Ere’s Scent is a sensual and erotic tale of age-gap temptation, power, and passion where legacy clashes with lust, where rebellion clashes with passion , and one forbidden woman could bring an empire to its knees.

On the eve of her engagement, Jade Moretti thought the worst thing she would face was cold feet. She was wrong. When she walks into her fiancé’s penthouse, she finds him in bed with her step-sister. Humiliated and desperate, Jade runs to the only man who should protect her—her father. But he chooses business over blood. With her name dragged through scandal and her future destroyed overnight, Jade is forced into a world where power is the only currency that matters. That is where she meets Killian Montclair. Cold. Strategic. Untouchable. Killian doesn’t believe in love. He believes in control. And he offers Jade a deal that could save her… and ruin her. A contract marriage. No feelings. No attachment. No mistakes. But when Jade becomes a part of Killian’s life, she discovers he isn’t only fighting business rivals—he’s fighting ghosts, a ruthless ex, and a custody battle that could destroy everything he built. And the more Jade plays the role of wife… the more real it starts to feel. In a marriage built on lies and contracts, Jade must decide: Will she remain bound by an agreement… or risk her heart for a man who was never meant to love?

After nine years in the army, Asher Fitzgerald returns to Two Bear Meadow—a decorated sniper, a rancher, and the town’s quiet hero. But the war didn’t end when he came home. Haunted by PTSD and the brutal memories of captivity, Asher struggles to live beyond survival. The open fields of Montana mirror his isolation, and the ghosts of his past stalk every quiet night. When Asher falls in love, he falls hard. For a while, he dares to dream again—to build, to belong, to believe. But as despair and nightmares reclaim their hold, he’s forced to face the truth: before he can love anyone, he must first forgive himself. Desperate to heal, Asher finally seeks help, beginning a painful journey through therapy and self-reckoning. Along the way, life takes an unexpected turn—two foster boys enter his care, awakening a fragile new sense of purpose. Asher learns that strength isn’t just about enduring—it’s about choosing to live. The Lansing House is a moving story of redemption, resilience, and the courage to find peace after war. It’s about learning to let go of control, embrace vulnerability, and fight—not for survival, but for happiness.

Selena Collins leads an unremarkable life or so she believes. As an overworked and underpaid secretary at Vermillion Cyberspace, she’s long accepted the monotony of her days and the brooding presence of her enigmatic boss, Theo van Gogh. But everything changes the moment she collapses from exhaustion and hits her head on his desk. Upon waking up in the hospital, she begins seeing things that shouldn’t exist... ghosts, demons, angels, and creatures that seem far too aware of her presence. Then comes the impossible. Theo visits her with a revelation that completely made her brain reboot. Theo isn’t just her boss now. He’s her familiar. And Selena—confused, concussed, and utterly unprepared—is the next chosen successor of a forgotten land god. Theo bows 90 degrees, coldly defiant. "I do not acknowledge you as my master. So if you die in the process of completing your missions, it would bring me joy." Now thrust into a world where mythology bleeds into modernity and ancient contracts awaken from dormancy, Selena must uncover why she was chosen and survive long enough to earn her own name in a realm that remembers everything.