The Enforcer Novels & Stories

“You really think a chrome leash makes me yours?” Timothy’s voice was a jagged shard of glass, his pulse thrumming frantically against the cold metal of the Blackwell collar. Kan leaned in, the scent of expensive bourbon and gunpowder clinging to him. He captured Timothy’s chin, forcing those defiant lavender eyes to meet his own. “It doesn’t make you mine, little ghost. It just keeps you still long enough for me to show you why you’ll never want to leave.” Behind him, Gideon’s shadow fell over them both, heavy and suffocating. “Careful, Kan,” the enforcer rumbled, his knuckles still stained with the blood of the men who’d tried to stop them. “He’s a rea

The ice doesn’t lie. Neither does the hunger. Isaac Corres is done being the quiet shadow behind a hockey superstar. When Derek Coleman dumped him in the middle of a championship run, he didn't just break Isaac’s heart—he ignited a war. Isaac isn't looking for a rebound; he’s looking for leverage. And he finds it in the most dangerous man on the ice: Santiago Vega. Santiago is the Warhawks’ Enforcer—a predator in pads, a wolf who doesn't play by the rules and certainly doesn't do "romance." He’s a wall of muscle, cold authority, and suppressed rage. When Isaac approaches him with a proposition for a fake, high-stakes rivalry to humiliate the man who betrayed them both, Santiago doesn’t r

She's sin wrapped in a nun habit. He is the devil who makes her want to confess. Luciano Moretti, the mafia's most feared enforcer, kills without hesitation, prays to no god, and bleeds for the Cosa Nostra. Sister Elizabeth has spent her life behind church walls, burying her desires under layers of penance and prayer. She is supposed to be untouchable—a quiet, secluded nun devoted to faith. But when she finds him bleeding on the altar one night, their worlds collide in a sin neither heaven nor hell can cleanse. He's meant to marry her sister to seal a deal between two mafia empires. She's meant to keep her vows and distance. But temptation has a cruel sense of humour... B

Seventeen-year-old Tallulah has spent her entire life as the outcast of the Lightmaw pack. As an unshifted omega, she is relentlessly bullied and treated as a second-class citizen by her peers. Her misery peaks on the night of the school prom, when a cruel, elaborate prank orchestrated by the popular crowd leaves her utterly humiliated. Devastated, Tallulah retreats to her roof, only to suffer a terrible fall that leaves her in a month-long coma. While unconscious, Tallulah's mind wanders to a mysterious, mist-filled forest. There, she finally connects with her inner wolf, Laurel – a majestic creature who promises Tallulah is destined for greatness. When Tallulah finally opens her eyes, s

One girl. Three monsters. A debt signed in blood. I thought the worst thing about returning to the Blackwood estate was facing the step-brothers who hated me. I was wrong. After my father's mysterious death, I've been summoned back to the ancestral manor in the heart of the Bavarian Alps, and this time it’s not as an heir, but as a prisoner. Killian, Malachi, and Rodger are no longer the boys I grew up with. They're Lycan royalty now: cold, lethal, and devastatingly beautiful. Now, they blame my bloodline for the curse that's killing their pack. Killian, the tattooed Alpha with an ice-cold soul, wants me broken, while Malachi, the silent enforcer, wants me silenced, and Rodge

He was my brother’s best friend. My first love. The first man to ever taste me. Six years ago, Axel “Ghost” Cruz vanished, leaving my heart shattered and my body aching for a touch that never came again. I tried to bury the memory of him, trading the heat of the clubhouse for a cold, safe life in the city with a man who doesn't know how to make me scream. But my father’s murder has dragged me back to the world of leather and sin. And Axel is waiting for me. He’s no longer the boy I remember. He’s a massive, tattooed enforcer with eyes that strip me naked and a voice that feels like a dark caress. He is forbidden—my brother’s most lethal weapon and the one man I should never let touch me a

**🔥 *"She taught she could hid and run away from the world . But Now, the mafia’s most feared kingpin owns her... body, heart, and soul."* *“I was just a girl in the wrong place… now I’m his obsession.”* *"He said I was his angel… but his touch felt like sin."* Cassie never believed in monsters—until she met Rafael Moretti. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. The mafia king who takes what he wants... and now, he wants her. It was one mistake, a wrong place, wrong time. Now she’s trapped in his world of danger, obsession, and dark desire. He says it’s to keep her safe. But safety was never the plan. Rafael doesn't do love. What he does is control. And Cassie? She was supposed to b

Synopsis/Blurb In the quaint town of Silverwood Falls, nestled deep within the misty forests of the Pacific Northwest, lies a secret as old as time itself. Under the enchanting light of the full moon, a hidden clan of werewolves roams the ancient woods, their existence shrouded in mystery and myth. Enter Emily Hawthorne, a spirited botanist with a passion for unraveling the town's rich tapestry of folklore. When Emily stumbles upon cryptic clues hinting at the presence of supernatural beings lurking in the shadows, her insatiable curiosity is piqued. Determined to uncover the truth, Emily enlists the help of her childhood friend, Liam Grayson, and the enigmatic Isabella Cruz, owner of th

I was a human, but my husband Damien was one of the noblest vampires. When I was two months pregnant, I was kidnapped by a traitorous vampire whom Damien had banished, and tortured to death. But my husband Damien, was with his first love Vivienne, accompanying her for her Blood Withering treatment. This is an extremely rare vampire disease that requires human blood of a rare blood type for treatment. Three days ago, he demanded I give my blood to Vivienne. When I refused, telling him I was two months pregnant with our child, his eyes had turned cold. "Stop lying," he had snarled. "You're just being selfish, trying to let Vivienne die." He drove me to the edge of the territory and left me the

They were supposed to be on the same team. Santos Khyle arrived in Seattle as the Soul Reapers' most anticipated rookie in years, a natural-born scorer with something to prove and a chip on his shoulder the size of a regulation puck. Gunner Jäger had been tearing up the ice as the team's feared enforcer for two seasons, and he had zero interest in sharing his spotlight with some orange-haired twenty-one year old who looked at him like he was a problem to be managed. From the moment they met, it was war. On the ice, they were a disaster. Off it, they were worse. Screaming matches in corridors. Fists through locker room walls. A live on-air brawl that made every highlight reel in North Amer