Romans & histoires Silk And Honey

Steel & Saddle In a city ruled by shadows, love becomes the most dangerous rebellion. Gabrielle Wren never asked for refinement. Raised on horseback and heartbreak, she’s more comfortable in a saddle than a silk gown. But when her father dies, she’s forced to trade the wild countryside for the polished prison of city life under her aunt’s watchful eye. Dante Virelli is 28, heir to a criminal empire built on silence and blood. Feared by many, trusted by none, he’s a man who walks the line between power and ruin. But beneath the tailored suits and cold stares lies a soul quietly unraveling. When Gabrielle defends a stable boy from Dante’s men, she catches his attention—and his curiosity. She’s everything he shouldn’t want. He’s everything she’s been warned about. But as danger closes in and secrets unravel, their unlikely bond becomes the one thing that could save them both… or destroy everything.

“You weren’t saved, Bianca. You were claimed.” When Bianca Ricci is sold by her venomous stepmother to Matteo Romano the most feared Mafia Don in New York her world fractures into chains made of silk and blood. Matteo doesn’t believe in love, He believes in loyalty, control, and keeping enemies where he can see them especially when they carry the last name Ricci. But Bianca isn't a lamb, She's a lioness in velvet. And when her fire collides with Matteo's iron grip, none of them expects the burn. As enemies circle, old blood debts rise, and a hidden betrayal threatens to collapse the entire underworld, Bianca and Matteo must navigate a marriage built on lies, lust, and legacies soaked in revenge. Bound by an oath neither of them chose, they must decide: Is survival enough or will they rewrite the rules of the empire together? In a world where freedom is a currency and love is a weapon, one bride will defy a king or destroy him.

I was born a rare, powerful she-wolf… but none of that mattered in the end. Because when my own sister framed me, my fated mate chose to believe her instead. He didn’t just doubt me, he destroyed me, left me discarded like trash by the pack I spent my life protecting. I should have died that night. But instead, I woke up in the arms of a man far more dangerous. A billionaire whose hands are stained with the blood of my kind. A man who would slit my throat without hesitation… if he ever discovered what I truly am. So I do the only thing I can to survive: I lie. But every glance lingers too long, every touch burns a little deeper, and every step pulls me closer to the edge of something far more dangerous than death. In this house of silk and silver, I am playing a deadly game. Because if he finds out the truth… will I have the strength to run?

One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise. Now, he is Caspian Blackwood—the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days. The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It’s for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?

There is a place where names are forgotten, faces are hidden, and only the body speaks. It doesn’t whisper. It moans. It obeys. It disobeys. It begs. You were warned not to touch. But you will. Welcome to Velvet Heat, a collection of 100 dangerously intimate stories that whisper in the dark and bite when you’re not looking. These are not tales of sweet love and gentle kisses. These are fantasies that unravel you..slowly, slickly, and without apology. Behind every silk sheet is a secret. Beneath every command, a dare. And under every moan, a threat. From faceless strangers in candlelit rooms to monsters who taste like sin, this is a world where desire bleeds, power shifts, and no one escapes untouched. Some stories will make you beg. Some will make you scream. And some… will make you wish you never opened the book. Velvet Heat is where you come to lose yourself. But you’ll never leave the same. Only sinners. No safe words. Only consequences. And no promises of love..just obsession, power, hunger… and release.

Ayla, my wife had just returned home from a business trip when I received a call from the hotel she had booked there. The hotel receptionist sounded a little embarrassed as she explained, “Hello, is this Ms. Jewell’s husband? I’m calling from the front desk. I see that we forgot to bill you for some incidentals. It looks like your room used all eighteen condoms from the amenity kit. I apologize for the oversight. The total comes to 35 dollars. Can I get a card number over the phone to close that out for you?” My mind went completely blank. Hadn’t my wife gone on that business trip on her own? Why would she have used condoms? Suppressing my inner turmoil, I gave Ayla a call. “Honey, the hotel just called. They said there was a little issue with your room. They asked me if you had someone staying over with you?” She sounded clearly exhausted as she replied with a weak voice, “Oh, right. A lady couldn’t find a hotel room, so she crashed with me for the night.” I chuckled and asked her to rest. After hanging up, I drove directly to the hotel. “35 dollars, right? I’ll pay it in person.”

I suspected my husband's young assistant had signed up for some kind of socialite training program, all so she could try to become his mistress. She didn't call him "Mr. Anderson." She called him "Cocoa" because he loved drinking mocha lattes. It was her way of making herself seem special. Whenever he assigned her work, she didn't even move. She would just throw him a flirtatious look, twist her body into some exaggerated pose, and say, "What, you need me?" with a pout. In the end, I couldn't take it anymore. I told Perry Anderson to fire her. The second I said it, Faye Dawson leaned right into his ear and whined, "I know, I messed up. Don't be mad. I'll give you a kiss and make it better, okay?" And somehow, Perry actually fell for it. He smoothed things over like it was nothing. "Honey, Faye's a socialite. That's just how she is. Try to be a little more understanding." Fine. If he wanted to protect that fake socialite and throw away the real one, then he could forget about the billion-dollar contract from my father.

Serena was in tears as she moved slowly toward her husband's study room. She entered the room with a medical file securely in her hand but discovered her husband sitting next to his lawyer. Serena confusedly look at Marcus, "Honey," but was interrupted by a seductive, sinister voice. "Sign these divorce papers, take what you want, and leave my estate," he demanded. Serena was puzzled as tears slowly began to stream down her. She stared at her husband but only received lifeless eyes. *** He wants her back but she doesn't want to. It's been a year since Marcus divorced Serena. But now Marcus regrets his mistake of divorcing the love of his life just because of some morphed pictures. Now the so-called richest man in the world wants his wife back. But will Serena give him a chance? Also, what did the medical papers contain? Serena now wants nothing to do with her life as she has accepted misery as her fate. But what if Marcus wants her back? Will she choose to be happy in the arms of her love? Or her loath towards her ex-husband will hold out in the end?

On the first day of my husband's business trip, an unknown number calls me. It belongs to an employee of a pharmacy. The employee sounds very anxious over the phone. "Hello, are you related to Mr. Yates by any chance? He came to the pharmacy this afternoon to buy a box of morning-after pills, but he left right away without paying for the pills. Please pay the bill right now." My mind buzzes at the news. Morning-after pills? I suppress my emotions immediately before calling Zachary. I begin probing him afterward. "Where did you go this afternoon, honey? Your credit card statement shows that the payment you've made at a pharmacy has failed to go through." Zachary pauses for half a second before letting out a soft chuckle. "Ah, I bought the pills for a new intern in my department. She's a young woman who gets flustered easily, so I ran an errand for her." I just smile while saying "okay" to Zachary. After ending the call, I call the pharmacy once again, this time in a cold voice. "Send me your pharmacy's address. I'll head over and pay the bill in person."

BLURB “This…this is wrong.” I whispered, shivering as Rowan’s fingers traced along the lines of my slit. “Wrong?” Ellis’ lips brushed my neck, his teeth grazing my skin. “Honey, forbidden is what makes it irresistible.” Noah’s lips grazed my ear, his warm breath fanning my ears as his soft voice slipped in. “And you’ll learn… We take what we want.” ***** Isla North had always followed her brother's rules, until she tasted what it was like to break them. Her brother, Asher North, captain of the college hockey team, made one rule when his sister resumed freshman year: “You can fuck with other girls for all I care, but do not go close to my sister.” They all easily agreed; after all, brotherhood came first. Until three men broke that rule—his best friends. Rowan, the teasing and sinfully hot strategist. Ellis, the calm, gorgeously hot destruction, and Noah, the reckless, untamed, and sexily wild. Between secret locker room encounters, broken rules, and nights ending in trembling submission, Isla discovers that forbidden desire is intoxicating and dangerous. The ice isn’t the only thing Isla is playing on. Power, lust, and obsession blur the lines, and once she surrenders… there’s no going back.