Straight Jacket

Great career, decent looks, at least twenty bucks in his wallet, debit card stacked with zeros, but good fortune had the opposite effect when it came to relationship issues. That's the gist of what Thomas Adam feels. Heartbreak from being left at the altar lingers and makes him distrust love. For him, being alone is no big deal. His life doesn't encounter complications either. His job skyrocketed like a rocket. Until Olive came along. She disrupted his straight path like a highway. It left him helpless and willing to take colorful detours just for Olive. But one question haunts him, "Will Olive leave him? Like what Diana did a dozen years ago?"

Celeste was forced into a chosen mating with the most brutal and feared Alpha because of an alliance between the packs even though her father had promised that she would get to select her mate. In order to get rid of the alpha, she runs away only to stumble right into her fated mate. Now torn between two wolves and the threat of starting a war if she does not return to fulfill her duty to her pack, she must make a choice between love and duty, or she could lose everything. “I just need to check something real quick…” He whispers in my ear, as I feel his fingers slide under my panties and go straight to my core, feeling around for my clit.

"Stay away from me!" He growled ferociously, so ferocious that it almost made my heart stop. Although I hesitated at first, I moved closer to him and lightly touched his arm. "I can't and won't leave you. Ever." My words made something in him snap, he pushed me against the wall and his silver eyes were looking straight at me. "Then why don't I show you why you should.” Nesta, a reckless and young she-wolf, got herself in a situation where she had to use her powers to save the world of werewolves. She was doing alright by herself but her world changed when she met him. The beast.

On the night of Mom's birthday, as she was making a wish under the moon, Dad suddenly leaned close to her ear and whispered something. My usually cautious mother, who valued her life above all else, turned around after hearing those words and jumped straight into the pack's silver pit. The silver pit is deadly for us werewolves; only those with a death wish would go there. After her death, countless pack members questioned Dad about what he had said. Someone even offered a million dollars in exchange for those words. But he remained silent. Until the day of my mate ceremony, Dad showed up. He walked up to my fiancé and whispered something...

"You drugged me and fooled me into your room. I know exactly what you want." Oh, honey, if only he knew the chaos that paraded through my mind on a daily basis. But I swear on my bank account that I have done no such thing. Drugging him? Oh no, I’d drug people for their money, but not for their dicks. -- "I don't think you can pay off your family's debt, even if you work day and night, for the next ten years, Ms. Lane." "What do you suggest, Mr. Anderson? I'm not following." "Marry me, Mellisa Lane." He leaned in close. His hand lifted my chin, so my eyes looked straight onto his.

He ruined me once. And now he’s back to finish the job—I can feel it. Else how do you explain this? The one man I should never see again is everywhere. In my head. In my bed when I close my eyes. In the wet dreams that leave me aching for the man who ghosted me after four years. That isn’t normal. Nothing about this is normal. People run from danger. They run from pain. But me? It feels like I’m running straight toward it. Or worse—like it’s running toward me. Roman Ward. The bane of my existence. And God help me… the only man I can’t escape.

One night. One drink. One wrong turn. That’s all it took to lead Ashley Kingsley straight into the arms of the man who once shattered her life into pieces. Years later, her ex-husband Dante Montclair, heir to Montclair Group, returns to the country and they end up spending one unforgettable night together. The next morning, she vows to forget it ever happened. But Dante has other plans. When a family crisis puts Ashley in an impossible position, Dante makes her an offer: he’ll save the person she loves most, if she agrees to be his again. Torn between pride and survival, loyalty and love, Ashley must decide if this second chance is destiny… or the most dangerous mistake of her life.

“As within, so without, as above, so below, as the universe, so the soul.” - Hermes Trismegistus. This philosophical perspective outlines the idea that who we are on the inside will be created in the world around us. This Principle embodies the truth that there is always a correspondence between the laws and phenomena of the various planes of being and life. But what happens when your fate isn't sealed, instead, it was altered. The holidays are a hectic time but are also supposed to be a time of joy. What happens when the ghosts of Christmas lead you straight to Hell? Demons and Angels each have a specific time on Earth to find their mates. Once Damon and Misha find one another, a threat emerges that could alter their fate. Learn how Damon and Misha evolved to deliver a Christmas in Hell that no one would ever forget.

At four months pregnant, I went to pick up my prenatal test results with my husband, Aiden Carter, who was an OB-GYN. The smile at the corner of his lips froze the moment he saw the report. Without a word, he grabbed my hand and tried to schedule an abortion. I stood there in shock. The attending physician, Dr. Marianne Cole, had just told me the baby was perfectly healthy! I tore myself free and demanded, "Why do you want me to get an abortion?!" He didn’t answer and had already scheduled the procedure. When I tried to run, he yanked my arm tighter. "There's no way we are having this child!" Clutching my belly, I hurried to call my parents, who were both OB-GYNs themselves. Dad, who had always doted on me, raised his fist, aiming straight for my stomach. Mom’s face twisted in horror, shaking her head wildly. "No, this won’t work. It can’t be like this." "Find a few men. Lock Clara Hart in with them." I didn’t understand why they were so desperate to destroy my child. All I wanted was to escape. Instead, they locked me inside a pitch-black room. When I felt the blood trickling down my legs, I knew my baby was gone. Mom came smiling to fetch me. I fought, demanding to know why they had done this to me. Without responding, she turned around and sent me straight to Ravenwood Asylum. I was tortured to death there. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very day I went to collect my prenatal report. Aiden looked at me, his face glowing with joy. "Baby, this is our first child. I can’t wait for the day he’s born."

In Alabama’s rot-soaked bayous, Drucilla Drakes survives by three rules: silence, scars, and never letting Louise—her Bible-thumping captor—catch her hoping. But when a schoolyard ambush leaves her bleeding beneath a stranger’s leather jacket, invisibility becomes a death sentence. Enter Dragon Morales: New Orleans’ most notorious runaway, a cartel prince turned outlaw mechanic with grease-stained hands and a death wish. He doesn’t save people—he survives them. Yet in Dru’s lashed flesh and hellfire gaze, he sees his own shattered reflection. Their bond is gasoline and matches. Dragon’s father—Colombia’s cartel kingpin—hunts them relentlessly. Louise, armed with voodoo rites and the chaos-hungry loa Marinette, vows to break Dru. Their only allies? The Lou Nwa, a bayou biker gang trading in bullets and black magic, and Papa Legba, the crossroads spirit who offers Dru a lethal bargain: *“Her soul or yours.”* Fleeing through the Deep South’s cursed underbelly, they dodge cartel hitmen, haunted swamps, and safehouses reeking of betrayal. Dark magic seeps into old wounds; family secrets tighten like nooses. Dragon swears he’s too ruined to love. Dru knows she’s too shattered to trust. But in the bayou’s choking heat, desire is a grenade they can’t outrun. This isn’t a fairytale. It’s switchblade kisses and saintly curses—a collision of fire and ruin where protectors become predators. Dru doesn’t need saving; she needs an inferno. And Dragon? He’s got a lighter and nothing left to burn. Will they raze the South to ashes, or become the sacrifice the crossroads demands? One truth remains: in the bayou, even survival leaves scars. **Warning:** No princes here. Just bayou smoke, blood-soaked magic, and the kind of love that devours.