Nyla Parker

I always get what I want. Every time. But not with her. The beautiful woman my father forced on me through our billion-dollar firm has curves that make me ache. Never in my short life did I imagine falling for her. Office romances are forbidden in my company. But she’s a rule breaker. I guess I am too, but no one knows that side of me. This single mother with brilliant business sense has a side hustle and still kicks ass at my firm daily. There’s no way in hell she’s giving in. No matter what I try. Not even when Valentine’s rolls around. And I pull out all the stops. Her denial has me needing her like I’ve never needed anyone else. Where this girl is concerned, I’m not asking for a friend. I’m asking for me. For today. Tomorrow. Forever.

Lena, a young girl had planned to surprise her fiance on Easter day only to be met with heartbreak, her fiance cheating on her with his secretary, she grows mad and lives there forces the engagement ring on a stranger not knowing that the stranger was someone that could either ruin her or be her salvation but what happens when the stranger turned out to be her Fiance's boss? but then in a twisted turn, she finds out a secret that could tear them apart a secret that could make her fiance's boss crumble and to make matters worse, she already has feelings for this strange man that turned out to be dangerous as hell. let's find out

Tall, dark, and gorgeous with cobalt-blue eyes. It doesn’t hurt that he’s the billionaire owner of the resort we’re staying at. And all of it is just what I needed for my celebration weekend after graduating with my master’s. It’s our last girls’ weekend before my friends and I go our separate ways, and it’s going to happen with a bang. Literally. Hopefully. It would be a first. The desire was to keep things casual, but our connection is far too deep for that. Him being ex-military and me being an Army brat. The rules we each set up are shattered thanks to the raging passion between us. But eventually, I have to go home. What I never expected in a million years was that he might follow me. Enough swimming in the shallow end of the pool. We’re diving in deep.

Love is a Lie. As a photographer for the New York Post, Kari Martin was used to seeing heartache and scandal up close. But one night at the club… her whole world changed. Heartbroken and willing to call off her wedding, she decides a change is in order and moves from NYC to a small town in Maine, where the average age of the residents there is sixty (or thereabouts). She works to fit in perfectly, and tries like hell not to let anyone find out just how very jaded she’s recently become over the lie called love. Jake Isaac left Texas quite a few years ago; his heart torn from his chest, and his mind set on being a bachelor forever. Maine would welcome him, give him land to explore and a community to belong to. Getting a job as the coach of the local junior high and serving on the fire department kept him busy — and labeled him a hometown hero — but the truth of his damaged heart was forever hidden. No one would ever know just how jaded he was about love. That is… until he meets Kari.

"If you don't turn the fuck around and look at me, I'll pull the fucking trigger in my head." Reader Discretion Is Advised, this is not your average love story. The first 27 chapters will draw you in gently, revealing the cracks in Camilla's world, the men who twist her fate, and the fire she never knew she carried. But don’t mistake the slow burn for softness. She learns. She hardens. She rises. From there, things shift. Love turns darker. Desire gets sharper. Violence isn’t just background, it’s survival. And the romance? It’s messy, fierce, and utterly addictive. If you’re here for morally gray men, vulnerable but fiery heroines, and a plot that doesn’t hold back... welcome. This book will hurt you, heal you and leave you breathless.

I went to the bar to blow off steam. He went to escape his world. Neither of us expected that moment. One too many drinks and I did the unthinkable. I kissed a stranger. Not just a kiss. A desperate, heated, reckless mess of lips and need. Right there in the corner of the bar, I kissed him like he belonged to me. And for a second… it felt like he did. No names. No promises. No consequences. When I walked into my new job the next morning, and saw him behind the desk. Matteo Russo. Billionaire. CEO. Cold-hearted devil in a tailored suit. And now? My boss. He remembers every detail. So do I. How long can I survive working under the man whose touch still burns on my lips?

Eliza Ward does not fall through time. Time bends toward her. Pulled from the present into Revolutionary America, Eliza becomes trapped in a landscape where history repeats unevenly, battles restart with variations, and memory functions as both anchor and weapon. She is not a chosen heroine, but a constant: a woman whose awareness destabilizes the moment itself. She meets Mercy Hale, a midwife and witch who understands time as a negotiation rather than a force to command. Mercy aids Eliza’s survival while refusing the role of savior, having already learned the cost of standing too close to history’s center. During a looping battle, Eliza saves Thomas Reed, a Continental soldier who does not shift when time does. Thomas is an anchor: steady, observant, unchanged across iterations. Their bond deepens in an almost-normal village where time briefly behaves. Eliza’s intervention triggers time’s response. Rather than immediate destruction, time collects interest. Mercy bargains to spare Eliza and Thomas, sacrificing her own future to stabilize the present. Time extracts payment from Eliza as well, stripping away her voice, the very tool she uses to name and hold moments in place. Silenced and unmoored, Eliza is violently displaced back into the original battle. Unable to anchor the moment, she watches Thomas die in the version of history that was always waiting beneath her defiance. Told in rotating perspectives between Eliza, Thomas, and Mercy, The Hours That Refused to Behave is a lyrical time-travel novel about revolution, restraint, and consequence, asking not whether history can be changed, but who pays when it is.

Nervously anticipating the Moonlight Ball, Ariana 'Ria' Ashford hopes for a mate that wouldn't take her too far from her younger sisters, who have no family other than her, and the order of blue moon, of which she is the leader. Made an Alpha at the age of 14, Magnus Adamos attends the mating ball to find the mate he does not want. But an alpha's wants are of no concern in comparison to the pack needs. The pack needs a Luna. Opposite to the core, they never expected to be the mates. Regarded unfit to be by his side, can he ever accept her to be his Luna. Unwilling to move on from her past life, will she open her heart to a pack with bloody history, an alpha with a little son and a broken heart?

Age is Just a Number. Rebecca Martin has achieved most things one might hope to by thirty. She is a successful business owner, drives a nice car and is wrapping up the details on a custom built home on the lake. The only thing she is missing is someone to share her accomplishments with. One man has never been far from her thoughts – Kade McMillian, but his return to town after far too many years of chasing his dreams couldn’t be more poorly timed. With a younger man demanding Rebecca attention at the office, she has to decide between reconstructing a relationship from her past or diving in deep to something new and seemingly forbidden.

I’m raising someone else’s kid. My sister’s daughter, and where I thought I’d never make it as a single father bachelor, I was wrong. This little girl has my heart. And only her. Until a stray dog happens upon my place and we’re forced to call a vet. And a beautiful woman showed up. I didn’t believe in fate. But it seems to believe in me. The beautiful woman who helped us out with the dog shows up again later on a blind date across the table from me. And I’m sold out for her before I realize what’s happening. Pulling back is my only hope for survival. After losing my sister, I’m far more protective of me and her little one. But it’s a losing battle. No way I’m going anywhere, until I’m forced to. It would seem I have a kid of my own in the world. Maybe this is the breaking point where I can walk away from the all-consuming passion of my new romance. Because I’m good with giving my time, my body, and all of my money. But to her? I’ve accidentally given all of me.