My Stepbrother, My Ruin

Lila Harper's perfect life implodes when she catches her fiancé cheating four days before their wedding. Drunk, heartbroken, and craving escape, she stumbles into the wrong hotel room and straight into the arms of Lucian Kane: a ruthless, sinfully dominant 45-year-old billionaire who gives her the first real pleasure of her life. Come morning, he's gone until she discovers he's her new boss. What starts as filthy, forbidden office games spirals into obsession, possession, and a love that demands total surrender.

Maureen ascended the throne as the prophecy had predicted. The Golden Wolf was finally seated at the Citadel. To Maureen and everyone on her team, it should be peaceful after such a long struggle, but alas! There were still more wars to fight, more territories to conquer, and more secrets to unfold. Maureen became torn between leaving her throne and staying when she and her wolf began to go against each other for something she wanted desperately, and her wolf wanted nothing of. Will she win? Will her wolf win? Or will there be a compromise in between?

“Spread for me," he growled, his fingers teasing her wet and eager folds. “I… I can’t…” Celeste whispered, shivering, her body betraying her with every desperate twitch. “Yes, you can,” he hissed, pressing harder, dragging a fingertip through her slick heat. “Show me… how wet, how hungry you are for me.” Celeste never expected her stepbrother to ignite a fire she couldn’t control. Every accidental touch, every heated glance left her trembling, yearning for him in ways both thrilling and forbidden. When Jace invaded her space, teasing, daring, and dominating, she was pushed to the edge. Desire coiled low, nerves screamed, and every inch of her ached to be claimed and filled by the one man she shouldn’t want. Forbidden, dripping, and utterly consuming, this was a craving that shouldn’t exist, yet she couldn’t, and wouldn’t, resist.

“Fuck me, Dante.” He was my uncle. Not by blood, but by name, by family, by everything that should’ve kept me safe from him. Instead, it made me his obsession. Dante Martinez—consigliere of the Italian mafia, the man who could dismantle empires with a single glance. One family dinner. One lingering gaze across the table. One move into his penthouse that became my undoing. He warned me not to test him. I ignored him. He promised he’d break me if I kept pushing. I pushed harder. Now I know what it means when a monster decides to love you—when his control snaps and you’re dragged into the darkness he rules. He says I’m his ruin. But Dante was never my salvation. He was always the sin I was born to crave.

After finally convincing her father to give her a year of freedom before she takes on the alpha position, her father allows her to celebrate in a club with her best friend, Dex. With him nowhere to be found and a persistent bloke named Ryker sniffing around her ass, the last man on earth she'd expected to save her was Alpha Kaden Kyson, whom her father loathes with every drop of his blood. She wakes up in Kaden's bed and instantly realizes she made her biggest mistake. She rejects him, only to go home finding his mark on her neck, leaving her in shock, about to beg her father on her knees when he says the last thing she expected of him. As it turns out, her father holds very strong principles on the mate bond. To him, it's the most precious, sacred bond to a wolf and one must not break it. So, he breaks his longest-time rivalry with Alpha Kaden for sake of his daughter, and arranges an alliance between the packs through marriage. Eloise is relieved of her father's decisions and gives the bond a chance. All seems to be going well, when on one fateful day, she announces her pregnancy to her father first out of excitement. But before she got to tell Kaden, pictures of her naked with another man flooded the news, bringing shame to her family and most of all, breaking her father's trust. The marriage is called off, and he announces her unfit to rule the pack and she never will. What breaks Eloise's heart even more is that her father starts beating her. Kaden refuses to see her or answer her calls. Desperate, she seeks Dex who helps her escape her father undetected, chasing that sliver of hope for new beginnings.

Freshly 21 and free from her father’s clutches, Rae Buxton lands her first big girl job as a CEO’s assistant. But on her very first day she runs into a problem…she’s already fallen into bed with her new boss! Caleb Wolfe is hot, moody, and a perpetual bachelor. Accidentally sleeping with his newly hired PA wasn’t in his grand plan…and neither was this budding obsession with her.

Isla, freshly divorced from her husband Logan Barrett, is eager to start a family of her own. She meets up with Ethan Prescott, a devastatingly handsome bachelor who offered to donate his sperm, but Isla doesn’t realize that her beautiful sperm donor is actually a friend of her ex and a successful CEO who’s known to shun all matters of the heart. Not long after the divorce, Logan also comes crawling back, begging for another chance to be together. Faced with this perplexing dilemma, what will be Isla's ultimate choice?

Isabelle couldn’t stop drinking as the music pounded through the club. She was trying to drown out the image of her best friend, Aurora, who was pregnant with her fiancé’s child, on what should have been Isabelle’s engagement night. But fate had other plans. When an employee calls in sick, Isabelle volunteers to fill in, unaware she is about to walk straight into the arms of Don Miller—the club’s most powerful and dangerous client. He was ruthless, commanding, and known for treating women as playthings. Don doesn’t believe in love… until Isabelle. One glance, one reckless touch, and something shifts. She stirs a hunger in him he thought he’d buried forever. And when he learns what broke her, Don makes Isabelle an indecent offer: He promises to mend her shattered heart and destroy everyone who betrayed her—if she surrenders to him completely. Two broken souls. One dark deal. Isabelle is about to learn that submission might just be the sweetest form of revenge. What begins as a dangerous bargain soon spirals into something deeper, darker, and far more intoxicating than either expected. Maybe love isn’t always gentle. Sometimes it’s an obsession. Sometimes it’s surrender. And sometimes… it’s the most exquisite kind of ruin.

When I was seven, my father brought home a beautiful lady who gave me a mango. That day, my mother watched me happily eating the mango while she signed her name on the divorce papers. After that, she jumped off the roof of our building. From then on, mangoes became the nightmare of my life. So on my wedding day, I told my husband, Alan Holt, "If you ever want a divorce, just give me a mango." Alan pulled me into his arms, quiet. From then on, mangoes became off-limits for him, too. On Christmas Eve of our fifth year of marriage, Alan's childhood sweetheart, Larissa Fennimore, left a mango on his desk at the office. The very same day, Alan announced he was cutting ties with Larissa and fired her from the company. That day, I truly believed he was the man I was meant to be with. Half a year later, I flew back from overseas, having just closed a partnership deal worth about 200 million dollars. At the celebration dinner, Alan handed me a drink. After I had finished half the glass, his so-called childhood sweetheart, the woman who had been kicked out of the company, stood behind me with a big grin and asked, "Does the mango juice taste good?" I stared at Alan in disbelief, and he was trying hard not to laugh. "Don't be mad. Larissa insisted I played a little joke on you. I didn't actually give you a mango; I just gave you a bottle of mango juice. But I think she's right. The fact that you don't eat mangoes is a real problem. You were really enjoying that juice just now." My face went cold. I lifted my hand and threw the rest of the mango juice in his face, then turned around and walked away. Some things are never a joke. I wouldn't kid around with mangoes or divorce.

I had spent my life fighting to survive. By day, I was a struggling writer barely keeping it together. By night, I sold myself to pay off debts I never asked for. I had sworn I’d never let a man own me… until Damien Cross. He was ruthless, icy, and used to getting whatever—or whoever—he wanted. But I wasn’t like the others. I resisted him, challenged him, and yet, I couldn’t deny the fire he ignited in me. When he offered me a fortune to become his exclusive companion, I knew I was playing with fire—but the temptation was impossible to resist. Desire turned into obsession, possession became dangerous, and secrets threatened to destroy everything. I was caught between loyalty, survival, and a hunger that refused to be ignored. And Damien… he wanted it all. I shouldn’t have wanted him. I shouldn’t have let him see me. But I couldn’t stop myself. [NOTE: COLLECTION OF STEAMY STORIES AHEAD!]