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Waking up in the hospital and can’t remember anything about her past. She get reunited with her family, that have been looking for her since she was taken from them. Her life back with her family is not all just dance on roses, but Ella try her hardest to get her memories back. She feels a big part of her is missing without her memories.

Her first kiss... and it tasted of blood.

Frankie Donati is not a good man. He does not swoon. His heart does not skip. He does not fall. He uses, takes, conquers, and discards. Simple as that. Until it’s not. There’s a new girl at the club. She’s young, beautiful, and looks like she could use that scalpel to do far more than relieve a fighter’s swollen eyelids. And she thinks she can hide from him.

Gloria Rubanov is on the run. When the man she was promised to as a small child comes to collect, her mother does the only thing she can think of: she asks a friend to hide her daughter among the most dangerous mafia family in the country, the Accardis. But with the Accardis’ hands full with a war of their own, it’s only a matter of time before her fiance discovers her… and reclaims her.

When a chance encounter in a compromising position leads to obsession, there is only one way Frankie Donati is letting another man have what’s his: They’ll have to take her from his cold. dead. hands.

My BFF sent the hot stranger a voice note...
Of me saying I want to climb him like a tree.
And he just. Texted. Back.

It's the dog's fault, really.
If this untrained Great Dane I'm walking had any manners at all, I never would've ended up here:
With my leash wrapped around the most gorgeous man I've ever seen.

Lucky for me, the guy is a good sport about it.
(Although his joke that “Dogs take after their owners” hits a little too close to home when Rufus starts humping his leg.)
He leaves me with his business card and a smile that makes my knees weak.

I'm still pinching myself as me and the bestie resume our walk.
“Methinks you had a little crush on him,” she accuses.
Not thinking and a little flustered by the whole experience, I reply, “I’d wrap my legs around his waist tighter than that leash.”

THAT'S when she reveals that she'd been recording my response.
THAT'S when she gives me the most devilish grin I've ever seen and says, “You're welcome.”
And THAT'S when she hands me my phone and reveals...

She sent the recording to him.

My heart is in my throat as those three little dots appear…
Then a text.
“PROVE IT.”

By day, Nora Ellis is the efficient, sharp-tongued secretary to the elusive billionaire, David Reid. By night, she becomes Mistress Scarlet – the masked dominatrix who commands The Red Room.

Her two lives never touch.
Until the night her boss walks into her world as a new client.

David's no stranger to control: by day, he's the ruthless CEO with a hidden mafia empire; by night, he's her most demanding client, unaware the masked submissive he craves is the woman who knows his every secret. What starts as forbidden pleasure turns into a dangerous obsession, one that blurs the lines between power, pain, and love.

As enemies close in and Nora’s past resurfaces, she must decide which part of herself to save… the woman he commands, or the woman who could destroy him.

Trigger Warning: This story contains explicit BDSM scenes (including dominance/submission dynamics, impact play, restraint, and sensory deprivation), graphic depictions of gun violence and murder, kidnapping attempts, mafia-related threats and organized crime elements, alcohol use, and themes of secrecy, betrayal, and emotional manipulation. Reader discretion is advised – safe, sane, and consensual practices are emphasized, but content may be intense for some.

He slammed me against the door, breath hot on my neck. "I need to taste you," he growled, fingers slipping under my lace, stroking until I trembled.
I whimpered, "Torture me, make me drip for you."
He knelt, tongue lashing hungrily, salty sweetness flooding my senses.
"Beg louder," he demanded. Rising, he plunged deep, our slick bodies slapping, until explosive release tore screams from my lips.
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Scarlett Romano was the world's #2 assassin before walking away for a normal life. She returned to her mafia family—only to find herself bullied, humiliated, and treated as an outsider while her adopted sister Zelda reigns as the golden child.
Then she discovers she's pregnant with Damon Wolfe's child. Her family demands she abort or disappear. Instead, Scarlett proposes a contract marriage to Damon—the ruthless mafia king secretly known as Ronin, the world's #1 assassin.
He says yes.
Now the world's two deadliest killers are bickering over housework, accidentally falling in love—and serving her family their karma one satisfying takedown at a time.

When I got a second chance at life, the first thing I did was swap arranged marriages with my twin sister.
In our past life, she was pawned off to Daryl Forrester—the cold-blooded Prez of the Iron Riders Motorcycle Club. In all those suffocating years, he never once had her back in front of his crew.
His fragile adopted sister played the "blood debt" card daily, weaponizing her tears to hijack everything that rightfully belonged to my twin. My sister withered into a ghost on his turf. No status, no dignity, completely erased.
And me? I got hitched to a pretentious cellist who hated my rough edges. Eleven months later, we were done.
This time around, I took the MC deal. I hopped on my Harley, rode straight through a twenty-four-hour storm, and rolled up to his outlaw compound reeking of mud and motor oil.
His precious little saint pinched her nose in disgust at my scent.
She had no idea what was coming.
I don't cry. I don't swallow my pride. And I sure as hell wasn't going to stand at my own wedding and watch another woman shed pitiful tears about how "jealous" she is—
I grabbed the ruthless biker boss by the front of his leather cut, yanked him down to my level, and bit his lower lip until it bled, right in front of dozens of patched members.
Then, I followed it up with a brutal knee to his gut.

My gorgeous neighbor just found my box of "personal toys."
And my mission to steal them back...
Ended in his bed.

It was supposed to be a joke:
Give my best friend raunchy toys for her bridal shower and embarrass her in front of her family.
But when my package is wrongly delivered to my gorgeous, mysterious neighbor,
I’m the one who ends up mortified.

I sneak over to his place to try stealing it back before he finds it.
The problem is, I get caught mid-heist...
And then he makes me stay for dinner.

Dinner leads to dessert and dessert leads to... other dessert, if you get my drift.
Several courses of sweet, sinful temptation.
In my defense, he's even more gorgeous up close than he is from my bedroom window.

When I finally get back home the next morning, I open my stolen prize.
But it seems I grabbed the wrong package.
And the violent mess I find inside will change my life forever.

Turns out my hot neighbor is a Russian Bratva boss, with some deep, dark secrets.
Turns out he got me pregnant, too.

What's worse than being dragged to a wedding?
Finding out the groom is your ex.
And he’s still not over you.

Yulian Lozhkin was crafted by the Good Lord Himself.
Stormy-gray eyes. GQ stubble. Cheesegrater abs.

Too bad he's one of the most dangerous, powerful men in the city.

He needs a fake fiancé to seal the deal that will crown him king.
And I need his help to get my son the special care he needs.

So I make a deal to be his date for the night.
But imagine my surprise when we arrive at the ceremony and I see who's getting married...

MY EX.

And as the wedding unfolds, I realize just how not over me he is.
I broke up with him for good reason.
Namely, he’s a terrible person.
Him awkwardly hitting on me in front of his wife-to-be explains it all.

But Yulian needs to close this deal and stay.
And I can suck it up for one night for my son’s well-being.

Which brings me to maybe the worst moment of my entire life…
When the pastor asks, “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”
And my ex says, “No…
I want HER instead.”

For five years, my crime boss husband made me take off my wedding ring nine times—all for his precious damsel in distress.
When we first married, he promised me: "From now on, you're my queen, the queen of New Orleans."
But whenever Odette came crying for help, he'd change his tune: "Mr. Laurent saved my life, Cordelia. I owe his family everything."
And like a fool, I believed him eight times.
Eight times I watched from the shadows as he took another woman to our favorite restaurants.
Eight times I explained to the crew that our "separation" was just giving each other space.
Eight times I watched her move into my bedroom, use my dishes, sleep in my bed.
All for a man who kept making me slip off my ring, then slide it back on, over and over again.
Until the ninth time, when he said he needed to provide sperm for her fertility treatment, and I offered to leave.
He still thinks this is just another temporary break, expecting me to come crawling back in a month like always.
He'll never know I've already booked my ticket out of here.

Isabella Romano knew better than to cross the wrong man. But when her brother’s debts pull her into the orbit of Dante Moretti, the ruthless heir to New York’s most feared mafia empire, she finds herself trapped in a dangerous bargain.

Dante is merciless, a king in a world of blood and shadows. His enemies vanish, his allies tremble, and his heart? Frozen. To him, Isabella is nothing but collateral, a pawn to secure his empire.

But the night he saves her from an ambush meant for him, something shifts. Her fire, her defiance, her refusal to bow, it unsettles him. And for the first time, the mafia king finds himself wanting… needing.

Yet in a world where loyalty is bought with blood, betrayal waits in every shadow, their bond could destroy them both. Because Isabella doesn’t just threaten Dante’s heart — she threatens the throne he’s killed to claim.

On my due date, my husband Matteo locked me in an underground freezer at minus ten degrees.

The Torrino family's unbreakable rule: the first-born male inherits the entire mafia empire. My sister-in-law Jennifer and I were both pregnant, our due dates only one day apart. To ensure his brother's child was born first, Matteo made this insane decision.

"My brother and Jennifer's baby has to come first—this is what you owe them!" He ignored my desperate pleas and violent contractions, coldly shoving me into the freezer.

But that wasn't enough. They forcibly injected me with labor-delaying drugs. I curled up in agony on the freezing concrete floor, feeling my baby slowly slipping away, tears of despair streaming down my face.

My baby, Mommy is so sorry...

After serving three years for a crime I didn't commit, I discovered the devastating truth on my release day: Chase Grayson, my husband, had divorced and betrayed me, marrying my younger sister. Worse still, he sold me to Axel Blackwood, a powerful and feared stranger. Heartbroken and trapped in Axel's world of secrets and lies, I faced a new prison that threatened to consume me.

HE BOUGHT HER; SHE STOLE HIS SOUL

Anya Koslov was sold to settle her father's debt, becoming the Blood Tithe to the most powerful Bratva in Moscow. She is now a commodity of Nikolai Markov, a Pakhan so cold that even monsters feared his name.

“Please… I’ll do anything,” Anya whispered, her voice like a fragile thread in the crushing silence of the hall. On her knees, she was just one more offering in a centuries-old tradition, a debt paid in flesh and blood.

He circled her like a predator assessing his latest acquisition. His voice was winter itself, cold and absolute. “Your life is not yours to bargain with anymore.” His gloved hand caught her chin, forcing her to meet a gaze as stormy and merciless as his soul. “From this moment, little ghost, you belong to me.”

My husband Dante's best friend Luigi died three months ago, and with his last breath, he made Dante promise to take care of his pregnant widow, Maggie. From that moment, Maggie invaded our lives, and I was only four months pregnant at the time.

Then Maggie got caught in a gang shootout. She needed an emergency blood transfusion, and she had this rare blood type—Rhnull. Turns out, I'm Rhnull too.

To save Maggie and her baby, Dante forced me to abort mine.

Saints and Sinners- She was the light to my dark.
The saint to my sinner. with her innocent eyes and devilish curves.
A Madonna that was meant to be admired but never touched.
Until someone took that innocence from her.
She left.
The darkness in my heart was finally complete.
I avenged her, I killed for her, but she never came back.
Until I saw her again. An angel dancing around a pole for money.
She didn’t know I owned that club. She didn’t know I was watching.
This time I won’t let her escape.
I will make her back into the girl I knew.
Whether she likes it or not.
2/ Judge and Jury- I can’t stop watching her.

I’m not even sure I want to.

Taylor Lawson, blonde, beautiful, and totally oblivious to how much dangers she’s in.

She’s also the one juror in my upcoming murder trial that hasn’t been bought.

The one who can put me behind bars for a very long time.

I know I should execute her.
After all that’s what I do.

I am the Judge.
I eliminate threats to The Family.
And Taylor is a threat.
But I don’t want to kill her.
Possessing her, making her love me seems like a much better plan for this particular Juror.

3/ Rags and Ritches-

Molly thought she had the perfect life with her husband. But everything shattered when she discovered his mistress’s pictures hidden inside the house, he claimed to have built for her. The final blow? The mistress wasn’t a stranger at all, but her own sister!
Heartbroken, she signed the divorce papers and woke up drunk in front of her college sweetheart, Giovanni Dawson, who now ruled the underworld. Giovanni wants to help her take revenge and win her heart, but can she trust him after he broke her heart once?
And oh, he comes with a mysterious four-year-old boy who is determined to keep every woman out of his life for good.

The day I gave birth, I wasn't handed my crying baby, but a tight swaddle of blood-stained cash.
To secure his seat as the new Don, my husband had traded our newborn to Agatha—my own flesh-and-blood aunt, and the young wife of his paralyzed father.
Reduced to nothing more than a convenient incubator, I spent the next four years as a prisoner in my own home.
Ronald issued a ruthless order to his men: if I ever took a single step toward Agatha’s heavily guarded wing to see my son, I was to be shot on sight.
But a mother's desperation knows no bounds.
When my boy's fever spiked dangerously high, I blasted through armed guards and walked through a blazing inferno just to save his life.
Yet, the most fatal wound didn't come from the flames or the shattered glass.
It happened in the ER, when the four-year-old boy I nearly died to save woke up, shoved away my severely burned hands, and screamed for Agatha. He begged me to leave, crying that he just wanted to be a "real family" with his dad and the woman who stole my life.
Staring at the twisted family my husband and aunt had built upon my stolen motherhood, a sudden, icy numbness quieted my shattered world.
"Call me Mom one last time," I whispered through the ash and tears, "and I promise I'll never bother you again."

When is the worst time to tell someone he’s going to be a father?
Probably the day of the wedding…
When he is getting married to someone else.

Well, that is exactly what I did.
But my hands were tied.
Literally.

Matvey Groza is a dangerous man.
And nine months ago, he strolled into my shop looking for a custom suit.
But when I accidentally walked in on him in the changing room,
I was the one that ended up needing a new set of clothes.

It was a one-time mistake.
After that… good riddance.

But the pregnancy test I took a month later had other plans.

I kept it a secret from everyone.
Or so I thought.
But when Matvey’s enemies learned that I was pregnant with his child,
they kidnapped me and held me hostage.

Until I broke free and ran as fast as I could.
And I had no one else to turn to but the devil himself.

What better time for me to enter the church…
… than as the pastor says, “Speak now or forever hold your peace"?

"I need a husband in three days, or I lose everything."

After numerous failed matchmaking attempts, my mother threatened to cancel the trust fund my father had left me. Three days before my twenty-eighth birthday, I went to a charity event,

Desperate and drunk on champagne, I walked up to the most intimidating man at the charity gala. He was cold, arrogant, and looked at me like I was a piece of meat. I didn't care. I handed him my business card, my hand trembling.

He didn't take it. Instead, he followed me to the balcony. "You didn't come here for business, Talia," he whispered, his voice dark and seductive. "You came here to be taken."

Before the night was over, I was in his bed. Naked, satisfied, and sleepy. I told him I wanted to marry him. He said yes and agreed to marry me immediately. I fell asleep without realizing that I had just proposed to the most powerful banker in New York City.

I should have run. I didn't know he was Alexander Cielo Morgan, the most ruthless banker in New York. I didn't know that one night with him would cost me my freedom forever. But it was too late for me to back out. I was trapped in a marriage with him. And I found that losing a hundred million dollars in trust funds was far better than giving my life to Alexander Cielo.

What would you do if you walked in on your husband cheating?
I'll tell you what I did:
Ran out the door with nothing but the clothes on my back.

A month later, I'm broke, jobless, almost homeless.
But then, while filling in as a waitress at a fancy restaurant, I trip and land in the lap of a gorgeous stranger.

One thing leads to another and we end up hooking up.
Afterwards, he leaves.
That's the end of that... right?

WRONG.

Because the next day, my temp agency sets me up for a job that seems too good to be true.
But when I arrive for the interview, my jaw drops.

It's the stranger.
Turns out he's rich. Like, very rich.
And powerful. Like, very powerful.
And here's his offer:

"Live in my house.
Be my wife.
Have my baby."

Needless to say, I start to freak out.
I stand up and stammer, "Um, I'll have to get back to you..."
And he replies:
"You're misunderstanding.
It wasn't a question.
You're not going anywhere."

"You useless thing."
My husband Cassian stared at me coldly. "I thought marrying a Costa daughter would get me something, but it turns out to be nothing. And your sister, on the contrary, has become the family heir."
With that, he wrenched off our wedding ring and smashed it violently onto the ground.
"I should have chosen her in the first place, not you." Those were his final words to me.
In my previous life, I was an unrecognized illegitimate daughter of a mafia family. I obediently accepted the arranged marriage, bared my heart to my hypocritical relatives, and believed wholeheartedly in my husband's promises.
But in the end, all I got was the iron chains of the dungeon, dying with eternal regret and the unresolved truth behind my mother's tragic death. My mother and I were nothing but stepping stones in their power struggle.
Yet when I opened my eyes again, I was back three weeks after my mother's passing — at the engagement scene that decided my entire fate.
This time, I'll make every single one of them understand: they made the wrong choice!

“What do you mean, ‘You gave me the wrong sperm sample’?!”
But the doctor says he isn’t joking.
Instead of being my sister's surrogate...
I'm accidentally carrying my boss's baby.

A few months ago, I agreed to be my sister's surrogate.
Then she died in an unsolved accident.
I swore I'd keep her child and raise it on my own.

But as it turns out, there was a mix-up at the clinic.
Instead of carrying my future nephew...
I learned I'm pregnant with my boss’s child.

But Dmitri isn't just my boss.
He's also the one who killed my sister in the first place.

The Girl Named Echo
No one knew her name.
That was the only thing keeping her alive.
Bella lived in the shadows for a reason. In a world ruled by power, blood, and secrets, anonymity was her only protection. Until one mistake, one moment, puts her directly in the path of the most dangerous man she could have ever crossed.
Draco.
A mafia don who doesn’t ask. Doesn’t hesitate. Doesn’t forgive.
He was never supposed to notice her.
He was never supposed to want her.
But once he does… there’s no turning back.
When her identity is exposed and her name starts spreading through the underworld like wildfire, Bella becomes a target overnight. And Draco? He doesn’t run from danger, he becomes it.
Now, anyone who says her name becomes a threat.
And Draco destroys threats.
What starts as protection turns into something darker. Possessive. Obsessive in a way neither of them can control.
Because in Draco’s world…
once he claims something
it’s his.
Forever.

She returned to bury her father. Instead, she was forced to marry his enemy’s son.

Rosalind Marlow returns to New York to settle her father’s affairs, once one of the city’s most feared mafia bosses, only to find he died beside his greatest rival… and left behind a contract binding her to the rival’s son.

Viktor Marino is cold, calculating, and infuriatingly magnetic.

Rosa has no intention of becoming anyone’s pawn, not in grief, not in business, and definitely not in bed. But Viktor plays a long game, and with every stare, every challenge, he pulls her deeper into a world of secrets, power, and heat.

She was raised to be untouchable.
He was born to conquer.

And in the space between vengeance and desire, who is going to lose control first?
(Contains mature and dark content)


EXCERPT
“It was hard to focus when his palm teased my folds, circling my cl*t until I could barely breathe.

‘Why would you want to leave this behind?’ he growled in my ear, his chest rumbling against my back.

Because I can’t trust you. Because I don’t know what I want.

‘Because it’s cruel,’ I whispered.

And then he pulled away, leaving me trembling, desperate, and furious.”

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Also by the author: Hunting the Hybrid Queen (dark shifter romance).

My husband, Zachary, chose to save his sister-in-law right in front of the kidnappers.

The kidnapper pressed the gun to my temple and asked, "Choose your wife or your sister-in-law?"

Zachary didn't hesitate. "Let Valerie go," he said.

He actually chose to save his sister-in-law! In that moment, even the baby in my belly seemed to stop kicking.

Later, they locked me in the basement. Drugs to delay labor were pumped into my veins over and over. Zachary wanted to save the "firstborn son" status for his sister-in-law's child.

When warm blood finally soaked through my skirt, I dialed the number I knew by heart with shaking hands.

"Zachary," I whispered into the phone, "our child... can't wait any longer."

I spent five years loving Beckett Calloway.
When his ex-girlfriend died saving his life, I held him through every nightmare. When he said he "wasn't ready" for marriage, I waited. When he whispered "soon," I believed him.
Then her sister showed up. Crying about some terminal illness. Begging him to take care of her.
He let her move onto our private island—the one he promised would only ever belong to us.
He introduced her at the gala where he was supposed to announce our engagement.
He got her pregnant.
And when I told him she was lying about everything, he looked at me like I was the monster.
Then came our wedding rehearsal. She walked down the aisle in my dress. He slid his ring onto her finger. The chapel caught fire. I collapsed, bleeding.
He scooped her up and ran. Didn't even glance back.
So I burned my vows, deleted every trace of myself, and vanished.
This time, I wasn't coming back.

Three years ago, I saved the life of Alessandro Gambino, New York's most powerful mafia boss.

He fell in love with me, a bartender.

His family was dead set against us, but his love won out. We got married.

After we married, he disappeared every month for "punishment day," claiming his family beat him with sixty-six lashes for breaking their rules by staying with me. Watching him suffer tore me apart.

Actully, I'm Sloane Lucchese, sole heir to the largest arms empire on the East Coast, hiding from a family war. I decided to reclaim my family name as soon as possible, so his family would finally accept me.

Finally, on our fifth wedding anniversary, I found out I was pregnant, and my father called to say they'd announce my return in two weeks.

I was going to tell Alessandro everything that night, both pieces of good news.

But that same day, I stumbled onto a secret—one that would destroy me completely.

I took a bullet for my husband five years ago. He married me in the ICU before the anesthesia wore off.
Raffaele Santoro—heir to the most powerful mafia family in Italy—told me I was his everything. He bought a castle and named it after me. He reserved a grave beside his parents so we'd lie together for eternity.
While I was pumping my body full of hormones for our fourth round of IVF, he was across town watching his childhood sweetheart give birth to twin boys.
He named one of them Dante—the name I'd chosen for our future son.
The night I found out, I was seven weeks pregnant with his child.
I didn't tell him.
I called my best friend and said: I need everyone to think I'm dead.

I thought the orchestrated assault was the most profound betrayal of my life. Then, from the shadows of the wine cellar, I heard my husband and his brothers toasting to their success.
"The slow-motion capture of her climax, paired with those broken whimpers... it was cinematic perfection."
"She played her part beautifully. After all, she’s just a Valenti."
I learned the devastating truth: my agony was their scripted entertainment. My husband. The director.
He married me to claim his inheritance.
He branded me to mark his property.
He caused my miscarriage in that dungeon, coldly calling it "tidying up loose ends."
But they overlooked one ancient law—the Moretti blood oath: should the Don betray his vows, everything becomes his wife's.
Now, I stand in the penthouse of his casino.
My fingers trace the scar on my shoulder—now transformed into a dagger.
"Darling, you celebrated the anniversary of your production. My gift to you is a lifetime behind bars."
Now, the final cut is mine.

One wardrobe malfunction.
Two people who don’t belong together.
Three awful words: “Be my wife.”

Everyone else is at this party to marry the host.
I’m only here until I can get a ride home.
When my dress rips in the world’s worst-timed wardrobe malfunction,
I go find somewhere quiet to fix it.

So I’m standing there in nothing but my heels when,
As my luck would have it, the door opens…

And the man of the hour walks in.

I wish I could say I played it cool.
But it’s been a looong time since anyone has seen me in my birthday suit…
Much less the hottest man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

All I want to do is fix my dress, click my heels three times, and be back on my couch in fuzzy slippers.
But Ivan has other ideas.

He’s decided who he’s taking to the altar…
And I don’t have a choice but to say “I do.”