I’m Jade Rivers, Devil Incarnate’s Club princess. This isn’t your typical love story. I have a crazy ex who won’t let me go. A mafia prince who has signed his death warrant, an obsessive Cartel enforcer, and last but not least, the senator's son, who I’m not sure if he wants me dead or alive. Junior year of college at Whitestone Academy was supposed to be my year of freedom from club life. But when Dario, Spade, and Jameson come bulldozing themselves into my life, taking me by storm. Making me feel things I’ve never felt before and want out of this criminal underworld.

My fiancé is the anti-Prince Charming.... Mateo Villani is darkness wrapped in Armani. He's a six-foot-tall, ruggedly handsome savage, a notorious gangster who's bedded half of Manhattan...and now he's my fiancé. My father betrayed me, signing my life away to the cocky bastard whose personality is colder than a block of ice. Mateo crushed my ambitions when he slid his ring onto my finger. He stole my life away, and now he's determined to mold me into a dutiful mob wife. But I have news for him: I obey no one.

A widow trying to rediscover her desire and a man trying to repress his... what could go wrong? Casanova LLC is an emotional exploration of want, intimacy, and the struggle for real relationship. With a guaranteed HEA, some trademark Julia Whelan humor, and a picturesque setting centuries in the making, Claire and Alessandro's story will leave you breathless.

My family is at war. With the Cartel and Bratva closing in on us, we need to make allies, fast. Our solution? Marrying me off to a pretty little Mafia princess. I'm expecting her to be a sweet, sheltered girl without a backbone like so many of the other women who grew up in our world. But looks can be deceiving, and it turns out my wife isn't exactly what she seems...

I’m a survivor. A fighter down to my blood. I need the release that comes when I step in that octagon, I crave it. I spent too long being beat down and broken in every sense of the word, and I almost didn’t make it. Fighting saved me though, and then I saved myself. When I am offered a full ride scholarship to a college in the middle of nowhere Alabama over 2000 miles away, I grab the chance with both hands and run like hell.

I've always been the feisty sidekick who's up for anything. So, after I'm trapped in an elevator with the gorgeous grump Blake Wilder, Mr. Hockey himself, I'm willing to listen to his scheme. Turns out the grouchy goalie needs a fake fiancée to earn his inheritance. I'm not real girlfriend material (my ex was clear about that), but I agree to help him out with the temporary farce. But only if I can keep seeing the sexy fireman, Aidan, who rescued us from the elevator. Oh, and my billionaire ex-boss, Simon—the one I shared a steamy kiss with just before I quit. Talk about hot.

I wake up chained to the bed of a stranger. He says I’m his wife. I have nothing—no money. No friends. No escape. He’s everything I never imagined: ruthless, calculating, feared. A beautiful monster with a face like a god’s, cold and untouchable. A mafia kingpin whose wealth could buy empires and whose power makes the world tremble. My captor. My husband.

I’m Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked. Dark romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade. Mafia. Bully. Why choose? You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it. Look, if I don’t need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story? If someone didn’t bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her? But it’s just fiction. Until it’s not. So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favorite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.

Orphaned at birth and living in a small, broken town, one that believes I'm a cursed child. The bringer of bad luck. I tried to escape the stigma, to create something better for myself. It all came crashing down one night and my world shattered. While dealing with the aftermath, an unbelievable opportunity landed in my lap. A scholarship to attend an exclusive university far away. This was my chance to start fresh.

My brother’s murder at the hands of my fiancé created a monster. Now I focus on killers like him, unfortunately becoming what I hate most in the process. As an assistant coroner at one of the best crime labs in the country, the last thing I need is a relationship to complicate things, but there is no stopping the strong connection to Crime Scene Analyst Johnny Cooper. I'm struggling to keep my two lives separate. I want him, but I want to continue my vigilante crusade more. If I’m not careful, I may find myself behind bars with nowhere left to run.

The first time I met Weston, he was my psychologist. I never planned to see him again. We lived in two different worlds. He was responsible. I was reckless. He was the good guy. They'd labeled me as out-of-control. He was harmony on a warm beach day. I was the hurricane that erupted through. But one night, I called him to rescue me. And he did more than that.

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He's a beast. A killer. A dark shadow with blood on his hands and violence in his veins. He's the monster that comes at midnight. The one I watch from my bedroom window, holding my breath, wondering if he has finally come for me. It's only a matter of time before he takes me. His ballerina girl. It's a promise he made the first time he caught me staring at him. ‘You will be mine.' It's impossible not to fear him. My bones tremble every time I hear his name. Granite. President of the American Street Kings MC.

Still married. Those words change everything. Now my should-be ex-husband, Ramsey Stockton, the former pro football star turned felon and hero who left this town—and me—behind years ago, is at my door offering me a deal with the devil. If I let him stay and play his wife again for ninety days, he’ll give me a quiet divorce and his family ranch—the one my inn is on. When I scoff at the idea, he offers a million-dollar bonus to help my business float through this rough patch, but only if I’m his.

Obsession was a five-letter word. Ten years in the making. And her name was Emily. But the real question was who was I? When my pretty little pet leaned forward, offered me a view of her cleavage, and tried to make a deal, I said why the hell not? Five days. Thirty minutes. She could ask me anything to her heart’s content. Anything but my name. She had to figure that one out on her own.