Iron Flame Audiobook Sample

Evelyn Rose never imagined her first taste of forbidden pleasure would come at a masquerade ball, hidden behind a mask and lost in the arms of a stranger. But one night with Sebastian Kane, a billionaire CEO, addict, and master of control, leaves her craving more than just his touch. Sebastian doesn’t do love. He does domination. Sex is his escape, his weapon, his addiction. And Evelyn? She’s a temptation he can’t resist, a flame he’s desperate to consume. Their chemistry would ignite a dangerous game of power, pleasure, and obsession. A scandal that could destroy them both. But even as the world tries to tear them apart, Sebastian and Evelyn can’t deny the raw, primal connection that binds them. Not until….. Warning: This book contains explicit scenes, morally complex characters, and a love story that will leave you in suspense.

All Joyce Feather wanted was to leave her pack and become a teacher in the human world. She'd planned it for most of her life, preparing herself to have enough control over her nature to join the human world. But when a letter came through the mail asking for the hand of her older sister for marriage, everything went down the drain. The letter claimed that her older sister is the mate of the Alpha of the Winter Snow Pack, a dark and haunted place with too many ghost stories and terrors about the wolf that leads it. Joyce's life was turned upside down when her parents insisted on sending her to the other pack instead of her older sister, tying her with a duty she could not refuse. The Winter Snow Pack is led by the Blind Alpha Ollen Kingsmen, a broken man who ruled his people with an iron fist. A prophecy told by the witch of the pack led him to believe that he had to be mated right away even if he didn't want to, so he accepted his fate without knowing that his actual mate was not going to be the one who would show up for the ceremony. Instead, he ended up being bonded to Joyce, who didn't even want to be a part of the supernatural world anymore. What happens when Joyce is forced to live a false life in order to protect her older sister from the cruel Alpha who seemed to have no remorse in him? What happens when she is thrust into the dead land of the Winter Snow Pack and the blind Alpha who rules it? What happens when Ollen Kingsmen finds out that he was betrayed from the very beginning?

A dangerous deal. A ruthless husband. And a marriage that was never meant to be real… until he made it very, very real. Vivienne Carter is on the run—from her past, from her mistakes, and from the monster who once called himself her husband. With nowhere left to hide, she turns to the most dangerous man in the city and offers him a deal he can’t refuse. Marry me. Protect me. Own me. Ronan Calloway doesn’t do favors. As the brutal president of the Iron Vultures, his world is built on blood, power, and control. But when Vivienne walks into his life, desperate and reckless, he decides to keep her. His name was on her lips. His ring on her finger. His rules. His bride. The deal was supposed to be simple—no feelings, no complications. But Ronan doesn’t play fair. And when his new wife starts defying him, pushing him, begging for trouble, he decides to teach her what it really means to belong to him. Hard. Deep. Without mercy. Now, Vivienne isn’t just his wife. She’s his obsession. And when he finds out she’s carrying his baby, there’s no turning back. She can fight. She can run. But she’ll never be free. Because Ronan doesn’t share. And he’ll kill anyone who tries to take what’s his.

They called her wolfless. Cursed. Unworthy of the bond. So they stripped her of dignity, broke the mate-thread with a smirk, and left her bleeding at the edge of the sacred woods. But they forgot one thing. Ash remembers. And so does the throne buried beneath it. The forest did not devour her. It bowed. The flame did not die. It waited. And in the silence between heartbeats, something unholy crawled up from the marrow of forgotten gods and whispered: > "She is not blessed. She is not chosen. She is the reckoning the moon tried to silence." Now, Araya walks again — no longer mortal. No longer meek. She is the Hollow-Blood reborn. Daughter of the fire that swallowed fate. And the last heir to a throne no god dares name. He broke the bond. He walked away. But the fire he abandoned now walks in human skin — and it has learned to burn without mercy. As divine war brews, as temples crack and oracles scream her name, she must decide: Will she burn the wolves who left her behind? Or the gods who tried to chain her flame? Either way... > She does not kneel. She does not forgive. She remembers. And the last prophecy carved into stone will soon come true: > THE FLAME THAT WALKS RETURNS. LET THE GODS BURN FIRST.

"Run, Eliana!" Her mother's voice, filled with pain, echoed in her mind. "Run, don't look back!" She screamed. The child scrambled off the oak tree with tears almost blinding her; she made a run for it. The white-haired woman with icy silver eyes wielding a flaming sword appeared in the ruin. Eliana Paw the long forgotten Alpha of Shadow Pack returns to exact revenge on those who had betrayed, Rejected and broken her. Will she succeed or would she be consumed by the flame of revenge? What would she do when the moon goddess gives her a chance to love again? Delve in to find out!!!

Elena had once believed that silence could mean safety. That a gentle hand and a warm cup of tea placed quietly on her desk every morning could be a form of love. Lucien was never cruel—not in the obvious ways. He remembered how she liked her eggs, noticed when she swapped her perfume, and sent flowers on days he knew she wouldn’t expect them. He raised her like one would raise a pet—softly, without question. And Elena, foolish in the way only the very lonely can be, mistook his quiet affection for devotion. She told herself he was reserved. Mysterious. That love didn’t always wear its heart on its sleeve. But when the old flame returned—the one who spoke his language without needing to try—Elena saw it. The difference. He looked at her like a man who had found his lost religion. And Elena? She had simply been convenient. No tears, no scene. Just papers on the breakfast table, beside the eggs he cooked perfectly. She didn’t accuse or beg. She only asked for freedom. He didn’t sign. He chuckled. A soft, dismissive sound. “A cat raised indoors doesn’t know how to survive on the street, Elena. You’ll come back." But she didn’t. She disappeared, like smoke—except she didn’t vanish, not really. She lived. She wore colour again. Laughed at bad jokes. Let strange men hand her coffee and ask for her number. Lucien? He watched. He watched her become someone without him. And it drove him mad. The night he cornered her outside the gallery, rain in his hair and desperation in his eyes, he looked like a man undone. "Elena," he breathed, "please. Look at me. Just once." She did. Calm as ever, and her love already gone.