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I did the unthinkable and rejected the only woman who ever really wanted me. What else was I supposed to do when she was asking for a future that could never exist? Horsemen didn’t have souls. And if a future did exist for our kind, it was bathed in blood and unholy fire. Hardly the stuff dreams were made of. Merri deserved more than nightmares. I thought I was saving her from such a fate, instead I’d unwittingly sent her flying into the arms of the one being I was supposed to protect her from. My wildflower was in Lucifer’s clutches, and we had no idea how to get her back.

“Can we keep you?” After my mom attempts to throw me out—literally—I’m forced to find my own place to live. A sanctuary with peace, quiet, and… Is that another party next door? So, I unknowingly move in next to three bad boy bikers. They’re loud, they’re hot, and they love being in my business, especially the one with chocolate eyes and a delectable dimple. I keep trying to put as much distance between us as possible, but Coty races motorcycles. Closing gaps is his thing. What he doesn’t know is, the walls I put up aren’t for my protection. They’re for his.

I am a forgotten lesser from a former servant world. The first to voyage across deadly space, knock on the spiky palace door, and demand entry. But something went wrong. My mission failed. Now my family and friends are long gone. Others accomplished what I sacrificed everything for. All that’s left are nightmares and suspicious scars. Then one day the emperor bursts into my lounge. He stalks toward me, his beautiful silver eyes flashing with rage. It turns out my snarky, boredom-inspired annotations on his personal records weren’t so private.

Turns out happily ever after isn’t what the storybooks promised. We thought it was over, that we’d earned a peaceful life filled with love and tender moments. We couldn’t have been more wrong. With Sunday and our sweet Eden at the center of our group, the four of us are more protective than ever, so when I’m called to return as Headmaster of Ravenscroft University, I assume our family is safe.

I, Braxton Fawn, am the luckiest girl alive. Or so the world keeps telling me. Every so often, gods walk the earth. This time they came as musicians. When Bound loses its lead guitarist, yours truly is chosen to fill his shoes. From dive bars to the big stage, my instant claim to fame is nothing short of a fairytale. The only problem? My new bandmates. Jaded, gorgeous, and ridiculously talented—they're determined to turn my dream into a nightmare.

Captain Hook isn’t loyal to anyone, but I’d die for her. Once I was a prince, then I became a lost boy, then their king. Now, I’m nothing more than a heartless villain. Or at least so I thought. Until I met her. Until I had a reason for that husk in my chest to resume its beating. I know I’m not alone. She’s worked her magic on all of us. Her monstrous beast

The Sick Boys feed on the order they create. They rule Eastpoint University just as their families have for decades. But their power doesn't stop there. The three of them are heirs to some of the largest fortunes in the world, and behind that kind of wealth lies an underworld of corruption. On the surface, they're perfect princes and he is their king. But underneath it all, they're filled with blood, lies, and secrets. With all of their connections, they have the power to crush anyone who gets in their way.

I live my life head over heart and never rock the boat, which is how I wound up engaged to Bryan Davenport—the biggest mistake I ever made. We were a power couple, but no one knew how cruel he could be behind closed doors. When I decide to leave, my fiancé shows just how ruthless he can be and sends me running to the last person I expect: his best man.

The Viper’s Lady is second in a five-book series and ends on a cliffhanger. It is a SLOW burn, modern-day retelling, loosely based on the legend of King Arthur. Aspects of the lore will be layered throughout the series, but it is not a fantasy romance. The FMC will eventually end up with more than one love interest, and the ultimate goal is for all the characters to live and love without limits. Please check the full list of tropes and content available on my website.

He’s the campus king with a no-girlfriends rule. But he’s about to break it for the most irritating, sassy-mouthed woman he’s ever met. Flynn Kingman’s senior year plan is simple: class, getting drafted in the first round, and no romantic complications. Until he chases a rogue baby donkey across campus and meets Tempest Navarro—the one woman immune to his charm.

When the divorced mother of the groom goes head-to-head with the single father of the bride, they might be the next couple experiencing a heart-to-heart. When my son asked me to take his ticket for the honeymoon that didn’t happen, I balked. What would I do on a 10-day vacation in Belize? More importantly, what caused my son and the love of his life to call off their wedding? I didn’t have an answer, and he wasn’t sharing, so I traded places with him. Over a week of sunshine and me-time was on the docket, until he arrived.

He’s my overprotective older brother’s best friend… That alone should prevent me from throwing myself at him, but it doesn’t. My world starts and ends with sexy one-hit wonder turned billionaire mogul, Rhys Hartford. Not that it matters. Rhys’s fierce loyalty to my brother trumps everything. When it comes to me, he has blinders on. I’ve been in love with him for half of my life, but he’s oblivious to my infatuation. Even as an adult, no other man has ever been able to make me forget the tall, blue-eyed hunk who has a hold on my heart.

One look, and panties drop. One night, and they're ready to marry me. Too bad I'm not interested in anything more than a taste. Until I'm tempted by Little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes. She's a good girl, the kind I want to possess, dominate, ruin. No one's ever told me no, and I'm not about to let it stop me now.

Big, bad, and purple. Indulge in some alien romance.

Just when I thought I was making progress with Ronan, Wells, Abel, and Bishop, all hell breaks loose. I don’t know who to trust, and the accusations flying around leave me wondering if I’m to blame for the chaos…or if I’m about to expose the truth once and for all. More than my heart is at stake here.

My fate is bonded to two princes—one born of blood, the other of power—but my trust lies in neither. My skin is cursed by the stars, my fate damned by desire. When the dark prince offers me a bargain that will save his people and my life, the cruel and intoxicating male gives me no choice. Our union is his revenge, and I am his sacrifice. His lies are unforgivable. His wicked touch still bathes me in sin. He is my mate, and he is tortured by a curse to protect his people from his own family.

Ezekiel Summers, the son of a preacher, lost an eye because of me. Cyrus Porter, the child of a sociopath, burned a man for touching me. Levinston Cartwright, an heir to billions, used his wealth to stalk me. Three vastly different, yet dangerous men with one thing in common… An obsession with me.

Leaving my hometown, I chased a single dream: work for Callahan Enterprises and build a better life for my brothers and me. The allure of city life, with all its glitz and glamour, promised a fresh start. I was determined to leave my past in the rearview mirror. But I didn’t bank on my demanding new boss.

I'm the daughter of the Don, but my life as a mafia princess is far from a fairy-tale. Trapped in a pretty cage, my family clipped my wings so that I can fill the role all princesses are tasked: to marry a prince and secure an alliance. My mob boss father would give anything to gain an edge over the rest of the Supernatural Syndicates in New York—including me.

You’re cordially invited to the wedding of Maximoff Hale & Farrow Keene, and according to Celebrity Crush - the ceremony for this American prince and his tattooed bodyguard is going to be the event of the century. There will be no wedding crashers. There will be no drama. There will be no fighting. Everything will be perfect. Nothing will go amiss during the happiest, most anticipated occasion of the year. But then again... They don't call it the Hale Curse for nothing.