Tor Publishing Submissions Novels & Stories

Imagine the worst female softball team you ever saw, triple it, and you've got Darci Bloom's baseball team. Darci's got a lot to handle this season. She's ended up in a team full of nonathletic misfits. She's got a huge crush on the girl making a documentary about the team. She's got a difficult dad. Now a crazy Russian couple shows their interest in coaching her team. Will this bunch of weirdos going to blast into her life and change it forever? Will they fall apart or can they win the unexpected?

To keep her safe from her mafia father’s enemies, Madelaine is hidden away in a secluded cabin in the woods with the one man she should never want—her father’s best friend. Forced proximity quickly turns into a dangerous game of boundaries neither of them can respect. After all, Madelaine will be returning to London at the end of the summer… right? So maybe they can just fuck the heat off and pretend it means nothing. But this dangerous game soon turns into something far worse, a burning, toxic obsession that threatens to destroy everything. Content/Trigger warning!!: Extremely explicit and dark lustful content. My male lead is weird and unhinged hehe

"You have the hands of a goddess," he rasped, his blood staining my operating table. Even with three bullets in his chest, his grey eyes held nothing but command. He was Damian Volkov, the Bratva's heir, and I was the off-the-grid surgeon who just saved his life. "And you have a bill to pay," I told him, tying the final suture. His laugh was a dark, dangerous sound. "Oh, Doctor. I don't deal in cash." His hand closed around my wrist, not with force, but with the chilling certainty of ownership. "You belong to me now." He dragged me from the shadows of my clinic to his gilded cage high above the Vegas Strip. He thinks he's claimed a simple doctor. He has no idea I'm Evelyn Reed, daughter of a murdered senator, hiding secrets that could burn his entire world to the ground. He wants my submission. My skills. My body. But in this game of secrets and seduction, the most dangerous weapon isn't the gun in his hand. It's the scalpel in mine.

"BRONZE WINNER IN GOODNOVEL CONTEST" CEO'S DIVORCED WIFE IS SEXY DOCTOR PART 1, CEO'S RUNAWAY BRIDE IS SEXY DOCTOR 2 "What are you doing? This is an hospital." I protested, though my body is doing the opposite. He slowly unbuttoned my shirt, "It doesn't matter doctor." His lips brushed past my ear, giving me the chills. I am under his command now. "You need to stop..." "Go ahead darling.." He whispered to my ear, "Strip. I'd like my body melting in yours now." Those words are enough to send me into another dimension. This is an hospital, but I don't care. His hands are going down my thighs, trying to pull my jeans down. I'm going let him screw me in the hospital... ••••••••••• All Damon Montreal needed to do was save his ex wife's baby which is also his but he refused to help her. She lost the baby thanks to that, but had the chance of getting another one... Bianca was fazed when her husband suddenly stopped loving her and changed towards her. She tried to see why but could not figure it out. He abandoned her even with her pregnancy. He made it clear he wanted nothing to do with her baby. Until she came back a few years later as his father's doctor. Then, he starts to desire her more than ever especially knowing she has a child for him. They start learning the truth of what happened between them years ago. Bianca is not willing to forgive him, what about a son who brings them together? Will Damon succeed in making her his again? Will he lose the chance just like he did before when an obstacle arrives?

Rejected by my mate who loved my sister more than me, my father resolved to auction me to the highest bidder to save our family’s face. To everyone’s surprise, and my own biggest fear, HE showed up in flesh and blood. Alpha Salvatore Arturo, the mafia alpha rumoured to possess demons in his stead. “50 million.” He says, and the entire hall falls silent. I am bound in shackles and dropped at his feet. “You’re mine, Omega.” He says, as he touches my chin. “Now, you would join me and bring all of Winter Clove to its knees.” He is the embodiment of darkness, sin and destruction in a body, yet, when I look into those brooding dark eyes, his wolf calls to me. “Mate.” Would I, a mere slave for his sexual satisfaction, be able to tame him? Or would he sink me into a darkness, steeper than anything I’ve ever known?

Born in the season of death, under the layers of hatred. The Moon held nothing in front of her beauty but it was such a shame that she didn't survived.Or that's what they think~Warning!!! ~Mature Content~

When Archer’s fated mate rejects him and is taken to marry the Lycan king, his world shatters in a single night. Ariadne did not choose freedom; she chose survival. Trapped in a brutal political marriage and carrying a secret that could cost her life, she must endure the claws of a king who sees her as a prize, not a person. Far from pack politics and broken bonds, Peggy, a rebellious royal with more curiosity than caution, is sent on her "Excursion" beyond her kingdom’s borders, carrying a letter meant for a sisterhood of moon-bound priestesses. Her path soon collides with Archer and his companions, Mikael and Eli, drawing them all into a journey that will test loyalty, fate, and the bonds they thought unbreakable. As rogue wolves rise, the stars begin to shift, and old gods stir. When the Wolf Star comes, survival may demand more than love alone. Contains dark romance, violence, horror, and cosmic horror themes.

The most popular girl from my high school is getting married. She invites everyone in our class to the wedding. I want to act like I don't see the message, but she deliberately tags me in the group chat. "You kept pretending to be a rich girl like me in high school, but I don't hold it against you. In fact, I'll allow you to attend my wedding tomorrow to see what the rich life is like." The other classmates speak up. "You're so generous, Haley. It's no wonder you can marry someone from the Baumer family. I can't believe you can even forgive someone as materialistic as Emma!" "Does someone like Emma Larkin even deserve to attend Haley's wedding? She's so full of herself." As the insults become worse, Haley Stockwell steps forward to keep the peace. "Come on, let's put this behind us. I'm not bothered by these things since it's been so long. Anyway, let's not bear a grudge against Emma when she's already so poor and ugly." Everyone in the group chat starts singing her praises and calling her kind and innocent. I sneer. Haley is the one who kept pretending to be rich—I'm the true heiress from an affluent family, yet she made me out to be a liar. She turned me into the target of everyone's insults. I check the digital wedding invitation to see that the venue is my villa. The groom looks familiar—isn't he my husband's driver? I smile at the thought of what's going to happen. I reply, "Sure! I have to attend your wedding!"

For sixteen years, Dorothy Dares has perfected the art of invisibility. The quiet Beta's daughter. Ethan's weird sister. Magnus's little puppy. The pack sees what they expect to see: a forgettable girl sketching in corners. They have no idea she's D.R. Dares, a nationally recognised artist whose work is making waves far beyond pack borders. When Dorothy finally gathers the courage to give Alpha Heir Magnus Gibson a handcrafted Valentine, he tears it apart without a glance, mistaking her heart for a casual note. But Magnus's mistake haunts him, and piece by piece, he reconstructs what he destroyed. What he discovers changes everything. Now, a mate bond is forming before his coming-of-age ceremony. The Elders' political schemes are crumbling. Dorothy's secret identity is unravelling. And her estranged mother has returned, demanding a chance to apologise for years of cruelty. Dorothy spent her whole life hiding. But with Magnus at her side and the Moon Goddess confirming what her heart always knew, it's finally time to be seen.

The 100th time Dexter Carrington ditches me to help my best friend with her lab work, I write the final line in my diary and break up with him. Dexter is exasperated, to say the least. "I genuinely don't know how your amygdala is wired. Your emotions have completely bulldozed your rational thinking." My best friend, Brianna Holt, laughs. "That's cruel. You're insulting her intelligence in words she can't even understand." She's right. I don't understand. The two of them dominate the biology department rankings every year, taking first and second place, and are the kind of prodigies even their professors defer to. I'm just an ordinary student at the music school next door. When they talk about how cells have their own rhythms, the only thing I can think to ask is what time signature those rhythms are in. Dexter always hates that. "If you don't understand, don't chime in." So now I listen. I don't chime in anymore. Because the first page of this diary reads, "Today is my birthday, but Dexter chose to go over data with Brianna. "By the time this diary is full, I'm leaving him for good."