Genres : Contemporary

Falling for your new boss is a bad idea. Getting pregnant by him? Even worse. Especially when he runs the Bratva. He saved me from a creep at the bar, then handed me his business card. Damien Morozov. Impossibly rich. Impeccably controlled. The kind of man whose world should never collide with mine. So imagine my shock when I walk into my new job… and find him behind the desk. The man I thought I’d never see again. I thought...

She’s my assistant. Off-limits. Entirely untouchable. Until the night I catch her slipping into my den of pleasure. At the office, Jenna’s a professional hellraiser. Sharp tongue. No fear. Always testing the thin line of my control. But the second she steps into my underground sex club— masked, dripping in sinful curves, and drawing every filthy stare in the room— I f*cking break. She’s mine to ruin. One night should’ve been enough. It wasn’t. She has no idea the man...

My bestie swore it was a self-care gift. She failed to mention it was anatomically correct, eight inches long... And accidentally set to “turbo jackhammer mode.” I open a package on my front porch, And find a dildo buzzing to life in my hands! I panic and fling it across the yard like a live grenade - just as my neighbors step out. Mid-coffee sip - frozen as my gift lands at their feet, vibrating against their garden gnome. FML....

He doesn’t know his heir grows inside me. And now he’s about to marry my cousin. I’m fastening her wedding gown when the door swings open. Her fiancé steps inside— and my heart stops. Alexei Plushenko. The dark prince who once saved my life… and then wrecked me with a single night of ruthless pleasure. No names. No promises. Just his touch, scorching me until I was ruined for anyone else. By morning, I pulled a Cinderella and vanished. Now...

What’s the best way to mourn your dead fiancé? By marrying his dad, of course… I thought he was just the silver fox stranger… Who ravaged me for one night. How was I supposed to know he’s my ex’s father… Or that I was about to become his wife? But Alaric Moretti is the devil himself. And all thanks to a clause in my ex’s will… Now he’s my devoted husband. But I’m not only marrying the devil… I’m carrying...

I prayed for a miracle to save my little boy. God sent me three loyal silver fox alphas instead. Their price? My body. My secrets. My heart. Five years ago, I fled Blackthorn Falls... Now I’m back—broke, desperate, and hiding in my late brothers old cabin—waiting on a trust fund to pay for the surgery that could save my son’s life. But I never planned to run into them. My brother’s three best friends. The men I loved in secret—and...

I texted the wrong number. He texted back. Now the Bratva owns me. It was supposed to be a rant to the date who stood me up. Instead, I got Sergei Volkov. Cold. Ruthless. Powerful. The kind of man you don’t say no to. He took me to dinner. Then took me apart in bed. No names. No strings. Just the best night of my life. I never expected to see him again... Until he walked into my ER— While...

"There's zero chance of knowing who the father is. Identical triplets share almost identical DNA." The words slam into me like a freight train. Oh. Hell. How did I let this happen? After losing my job for refusing my boss’s disgusting proposition, I had two choices: Rot alone in my apartment, wallowing in misery. Escape to Sweden—where snow, champagne, and three of the most dangerously attractive men I’ve ever known were waiting. Guess which one I picked? Worst. Decision. Ever....

One moment I’m alone, fantasizing about the grumpy silver-fox next door. The next, my vibrator explodes. Then... He. Shows. Up. Sheriff Lucas Riggs. My next-door neighbor with a hero complex and a jawline made for sin. He knocks down my door like a gladiator... And finds me in my bed - in utter shock - wearing nothing but a towel. Vibrator on the floor. Caught on fire. "Jesus woman. You could've gone up in flames," he growls. You're coming with...

Crashing my ex’s wedding was for closure… Until his plastic bride called me fat in front of everyone. Three hundred witnesses. Dead silence. That's when the Mafia king put her in her place. Dante Bellacino. Devil in an Armani suit. My ex’s father. He shuts her up with a single look. "Apologize," he growls. Then turns to me like I’m the last sin he’ll ever commit. "You’re staying." I should run. But fate traps us in an elevator between floors—...