❖ QUEEN OF MONSTERS ❖ I sling whiskey like it’s penance and smile like I don’t feel the weight of the world. Brooklyn’s my kingdom — bruised, bitter, and crawling with shadows. I keep my head down. My walls up. My secrets buried. Until he walks in. Storm-gray eyes. Blood on his knuckles. A man who doesn’t blink when violence erupts — he breathes it. They call him Rhett Costa. Some say he’s mafia muscle. Others say he’s already dead inside. But he watches me like I’m more than a bartender in a dive bar. Like I’m a secret he’s been waiting to claim. And the night two...

They tied him up like a virgin sacrifice. But Jace Thorn stopped being innocent years ago. When his clan offers him to the Beast King as tribute, Jace expects death. What he finds instead is something far more dangerous: a mate who will stop at nothing to claim him, break him, and remake him into something worthy of eternity. Theron has waited centuries for the right offering. 🔥 Ancient, powerful, and utterly without mercy, the Beast King doesn't just want Jace's submission—he wants his soul. But first, he'll make the stubborn human beg for what they both crave. In the deep mountains ...

Good Girl for Daddy: A Sweet Daddy Romance She built a fifty-million-dollar empire by never showing weakness. He's about to teach her that surrender is the ultimate strength. Sophie Chen is Silicon Valley's youngest female CEO, running her fintech company on caffeine, determination, and the unshakeable belief that she has to do everything herself. At twenty-four, she's conquered venture capitalists, outmaneuvered competitors, and built ValorPay into a tech powerhouse. But when corporate threats turn personal, Sophie's carefully controlled world starts cracking—and she's forced to accept ...

I came to Ivywood College to disappear. To paint. To forget. What I didn’t expect was him. Cassian Wolfe is everything I should avoid, dangerous, brooding, broken beneath the surface of his perfect smirk and punishing rugby body. He’s also the subject of my final-year art project. Now I can’t stop drawing him. Tying him in ribbon. Touching him in dreams that leave me gasping. And when he offers me control, in the studio, in the dark, in ways I’ve only dared to crave... I say yes. To the ropes. The blindfolds. The whispered orders that make me fall apart. To surrender. But every ...

I like my sex dirty. It takes a hell of a lot to tilt my moral compass, and I always follow when it's pointing at something I want. That goes double when it points straight at the one girl in all of Chicago who's not dying for a piece of me.