7985 Book(s) Related to the custom of the army

I spent five years letting men degrade me at a club, all to save $300,000 for my blind brother Joren's eye surgery.
The day I finally raised the money, I excitedly told him he would be able to see again—only to discover he was never blind to begin with.
My husband’s "bankrupt" company had been thriving all along. My parents, who supposedly died in a plane crash, had been living luxuriously abroad.
My husband even took my "stillborn" daughter and gave her to my adopted sister.
My entire family conned me for five years to "teach me a lesson"—all because my adopted sister claimed I bullied her.
Now, they are forcing me to donate my liver to the woman who stole my life, threatening that I'll never see my biological daughter again if I refuse.
But what they don't know is that I have terminal liver cancer, and I only have two days left to live...

I was driving my dad's luxury car to pick up a friend when his secretary stopped me on the spot.
She mistook me for the lover who had sex with my dad in his office.
So she used car theft as an excuse to drag me into the basement, beat me up, and took nude photos of me.
When my dad found out, he asked me to apologize to her.
That's when I realized that in his eyes, his reputation mattered more than his own daughter.
If that's the case, he doesn't need to be the figurehead CEO anymore.

They gave him 24 hours to hand over the girl.
He gave them 30 seconds to regret .

Jack Cole was supposed to be nobody—just another quiet college student.
No records. No past. No trace he ever existed.

But when a powerful family tries to take his cousin as part of a dirty deal…
and a billionaire heiress becomes the target of a professional kill team…

Something buried comes back.

The campus?
Just his cover.

The truth?
He’s a weapon trained for war—
the kind governments deny, and enemies never see coming.

Now the richest family in the city wants him dead.
A private army is moving in.
And a global biotech empire is pulling strings from the shadows.

They think they’re hunting him.

They’re wrong.

Jack isn’t running.
He’s choosing who dies first.

"Are you accepting?' he probed, his eyes brazenly following every line in her body. Ivory instantly grew shy. Her nerve waning.

"I am considering it. However, I am not sure what it entails." her voice and bravado had weakened. Raiden nodded at her words, understanding that he was previously vague.

"It's not a relationship. As I have pointed out to you before, I am attracted to you and wish to explore a purely physical relationship, albeit temporarily," he said, eyeing her every reaction.

"You mean purely sexual?' she corrected him. She knew the words he used were aimed at sugar-coating the reality but she wasn't interested in half-truths when she was considering going against everything she believed in. Raiden nodded. "How long is it to persist?" The more she considered the option the riskier it seemed. She worked closely with Raiden, would this make their relationship awkward?

"It's terminable at the will of either party," he commented. He wasn't in the habit of forcing a woman to be with him, in fact, it was something he made no great strides over. She had complete freedom to stay or leave his bed.

"Another way of saying when you've grown tired of me." she laughed incredulously.

Riley
New name, new look, new life. I've been careful to keep my past at bay. The last thing I needed was the stranger with those calm discerning eyes to cross my path. I must avoid him at all costs, even if he haunts my dreams and sends waves of heat across my skin. My focus is survival, not lust. Not even if he ignited a longing I'd never thought possible.

Draven
A mission. Find the missing girls and bring the perpetrator to justice. The retributive kind. I've grown used to the shadows but I am drawn to her light. Moth to a flame, the only way to quell my curiosity is to satiate it. But not too much. Not completely.

TEASER:
You want me, don’t you?” A simple question that warranted a simple answer.
“Should I have had you checked for a head injury?” he scoffed, a swift blow that knocked the wind out of my lungs and I realised I had been holding my breath. My lips parted, and my chest heaved, working overtime to replenish my body’s oxygen from those few moments of starvation.
Steeling my spine, I stepped forward, invading his space, oblivious to the eyes that were thrown our way. Or was I imagining that? Draven didn’t budge, a perfectly shaped brow elevated as he considered my movement with little interest. There wasn’t a single flicker of emotion to cross his features, not even that Godforsaken misleading smile made an appearance.
“Then you’ve no reason to threaten any man I may find interesting.” I breathed the words slowly, erotically.

At the Morello family’s Christmas dinner, I stood beside Vincent, waiting for him to announce our engagement.
Instead, in the very next second, he walked in holding a little boy and claimed him as his son.
And the woman he said he was going to marry? Scarlett Morello. The one he had always introduced as his “sister.”
The whole room erupted in applause. I stood there frozen, like a nail hammered into the floor.
Later, in his study, he took my hand and said, “Scarlett is dying. Late-stage breast cancer. She only has six months left. After she’s gone, I’ll marry you.”
But there was no guilt in his eyes. No love, either.
Then he told me to go to his villa that afternoon, to take care of the woman who was supposedly “dying.”
I opened the photo he sent me. Scarlett was lying in a hospital bed, pale-faced, an IV in the back of her hand.
A professional tennis player who had been playing in an exhibition match three weeks ago, and who had dropped three grand at Louis Vuitton on Fifth Avenue just five days ago.
But sure. She was “dying.”
At three in the morning, I was curled up by the front door of my apartment, crying so long I lost track of time.
Then my phone lit up. A text from an unknown number:
[Elena, I’m downstairs. When we were kids, you told me that once I controlled the docks on the East Coast, you’d marry me. The docks are mine now. Does that promise still stand?]
I pulled back the curtain and there he was. Ethan Vitale, my first love, leaning against the door of a black Cadillac, lifting a hand in a lazy wave.
Three years ago, when he left New York, he was only a Capo.
Now, he was the Don of the Vitale family.
He didn’t rush me. Didn’t pressure me to come downstairs.
He came for one reason only, to let me know he was back.
I wiped away my tears and texted back:
[It still stands.]
Because I wanted to see for myself just how long that woman could keep up her act.

She's pregnant with my brother's baby. And if he doesn't marry her, I will.


It was Austin’s turn to seething with rage. “You are not aborting that child.” His voice echoed menacingly, animosity lingering in the air around them.

My body, my rules.” She shot back with an unbothered shrug.

“I don’t think you have much of a choice.” He barked. The idea of marriage and children had never crossed his mind. It wasn’t a part of his life plan. “I’d chain you to a bed for the entire nine months if I have too.”

She blinked, stupefied that he thought himself capable. “I think you forget who you are speaking too, Austin.” She pronounced his name with disgust. “You cannot scare or manipulate me into following along with your ideas.” Marriage? To Austin Demon Cyner? Now that was a delusion. “A stupid one at that.” She added, eyeing him meticulously.

“Marry me, Skylar. It’s a win-win; a marriage of convenience.” He’d cleared his throat and was taking long strides towards her. Suddenly the room felt too small to contain the sheer size of him.

“I severely dislike you, though. What am I winning exactly?” her feet were traveling backwards, unwilling to have her standing up too close to him.

“A stable home for your child,” the sound of his shoes tapping rhythmically in her ear “Our child.” He added on quickly, his voice low, compelling her to agree.

“I don’t recall you being in the room when it was made.”


Check out another story in the same collection: His Tempting Captive

"I'm sorry, Ava, but you can no longer be my mate because you are not up to my level. You are now just a mere human," Caleb said, which made Ava extremely angry.

"After all the sacrifices I have made? My brother gave his life for you! I became a mere human because of you! It's the sacrifice I made! I had to lose my hybrid powers in order to break your curse, and after all that, you reject me?" Ava said, tears streaming down her face.

"Well, that's how you see it!" Alpha Caleb responded before walking away.

If you were in Ava's shoes, what would you do? Not sure? Let's dive in and see what Ava did!

On a stormy night, a horrific crash unfolded on the overpass. The victim was brought to the city forensic center.
My husband, Ethan, slipped on his gloves and expertly examined my shattered body, his voice detached. "Record this: Female, approximately twenty-five years old, suffered severe trauma before death."
His assistant sighed. "That's rough. Not a single family member showed up."
Just then, the assistant slid a misshapen silver band off my mud-streaked finger.
"Sir, this ring... isn't it identical to the one you keep in your desk drawer?"
With a sharp clatter, the scalpel slipped from Ethan's hand and hit the floor.

The Percy Family Heir's Scandal Leaks Again!

Cecilia Davis sat curled up in the master bedroom, scrolling through photos of Edward Percy and Jessica Brown.

The photos were taken secretly, but from a sharp angle.

Through a car window — the two of them, going at it hard.

Cecilia let out a cold laugh, tossed the photos into the trash, and felt a wave of deep exhaustion wash over her eyes.

"Do I really have to cut it?"

"Ma'am, this is Mr. Percy's request. Only if you cut your hair as short as Ms. Brown's can we clear up last night's rumors. Of course, you don't have to go — that is, if you never want to see your brother again."

Edward's assistant Leo spoke with a dismissive air, not a trace of respect in his eyes.

As if she, the so-called Mrs. Percy, was nothing more than a joke that nobody needed.

And honestly, that's exactly what she was.

Lydia's POV

"The patient in Bed 7 has been here three months now, right? Not a single family visit."

"Her husband just pays the bills and leaves. Doesn't even look at her. Poor thing."

I lay in the hospital bed, listening to two nurses whispering outside my door. My fingers rested weakly against the edge of the mattress.

Three months ago, I was diagnosed with late-stage cancer.

My husband, Sebastian Carter, came once. He stood in the doorway—didn't step inside—signed the papers with a blank expression, and never came back.

Sebastian was a writer. He locked himself in his study all day, leaving me to spend night after night alone in the living room. We lived under the same roof like strangers from different worlds.

I'd grown used to this hollow marriage. I didn't even bother calling him anymore.

Footsteps echoed outside.

I turned my head toward the door. Sebastian stood there in his familiar charcoal coat, his face expressionless.

"You came." I was surprised. I forced myself to sit up, my body weak and trembling.

Sebastian didn't answer. He walked straight to the bedside and set a document on the nightstand. "Sign it."

I picked it up. The words at the top read: 'Divorce Agreement.'

"Let Aria have the Stanford recommendation. Quinn owes her."
I stared at the family group chat—the one I wasn't in—and let out a cold laugh.
In my past life, I went completely hysterical over this, only to earn my family's disgust and a miserable death.
Now, reborn and given a second chance, I looked at the room full of guests celebrating My success, and walked straight to the microphone.
"Everyone, the party is over. I'm turning down the Stanford spot."
Under my family's stunned gazes, I dumped my champagne into the trash bin.
This rotten family? I'm done with them.

Victoria discovered that I hadn't submitted any supplemental medical expense claims for two weeks.
She assumed I had finally been disciplined and had given up what she called "the exploitative nature of the lower class."
Little did she know, my backpack held the signed divorce papers and my mother's death certificate.
As I turned to leave, I was still wearing the discounted trench coat she'd casually given me three years ago when we got married.
What she didn't know was that I, a deep-sea geology genius from MIT, willingly endured three years of her humiliation and ridiculous rules, just so my mother could stay in her conglomerate's private hospital to prolong her life.
Now, my mother has died because of unpaid bills , and even her ashes are carried by me in a cheap canvas bag.
Now that my loved one is dead, there's no need for me to continue being her obstructive dog on Wall Street. The lives she owed with those approval forms, I will settle with the collapse of her entire conglomerate empire.

A gang boss ground my treasured staff into dust with one boot. “A gutter-bred bastard from the slums, and you’re hiding something this delicate? Cripple him. Let him learn who runs this turf.”
I stared at the silver-white powder on the floor. It was the last relic my brothers left me.
I once swore these hands would be used only to save people, never to kill again.
But today, even the heavens refused to allow it.
I lifted my head slowly. The elven ears I’d kept lowered in submission rose one by one in the dark, sharp as a wolf’s.
“You’re asking me who runs this turf?”
My fist snapped out and caved in the boss’s nose.
I twisted backhanded. Three elite enforcers had their bones shattered in an instant, collapsing like sacks of rotten meat.
I grabbed the boss by the throat with one hand and hoisted his two-hundred-pound body into the air, eyes cold as if I were staring at a corpse.
“Three years ago, when I laid down the rules in this district, you didn’t even know where you were playing in the mud.”
“My things are not for you to touch.”

My name is Jack Morris, a bottom-rung janitor on the docks.
Every day, people walk all over me, and I live on moldy bread.
Until one day, an old man I saved handed me a photograph. "This is my granddaughter. She's being held at the Black Swan Casino."
That used to be my place. Ten years ago.
Her father was a brother who died in my place.
I was once the king of the underground.
And now, at the banquet celebrating the tenth anniversary of my death, they're treating that old man's granddaughter like a toy.
If my disappearance only made those animals more brazen...
Then they can finish that drink and celebrate their own deaths next.

The global freeze descended, and the apocalypse arrived right on cue. I seized all the critical supplies and evacuated first, leaving "the perfect base" behind for the two traitors who backstabbed me. They thought it was heaven, but little did they know that the entire fortress was a precision trap constructed of deception, scarcity, and despair. As the outdoor temperature plummeted to minus eighty degrees, I sat by the window, roasting venison and watching them through high-definition infrared, coldly observing as they lost their humanity in the desperate fight for a single bowl of sawdust.

Rain is an orphan Omega that lives in the Crescent Moon Pack. She is not like the other werewolves, as she suffers from prosopagnosia and her wolf, Safia, can't speak. Her pack thinks that Rain is cursed by the Moon Goddess because she is the only survivor of a fire that burned the house she was in and killed her parents.

When Rain turns eighteen and finds her soulmate, she thinks that she will finally be loved and have a happy ending.But Fate has a strange way to slap Rain in the face over and over again.

Mina is an orphaned duchess living in the capital of the Nodor Kingdom. While her father was from an elite family, her mother was a gypsy from another kingdom. The high society of Athea looked down on Mina and her exotic looks making her a pariah by their social standards.
Commander Jayden, is a war hero and a bastard of disreputable and mysterious origins, coming home to claim his beloved (who happens to be Mina’s cousin, Rosalyn) only to find out she married the prince. Heartbroken, Jayden threatens to tell everyone about his past affair unless Mina agrees to his unconventional proposal. Wanting to save her family from a scandal, Mina accepts the strange proposal.
Will the young bastard commander with his broken heart and mysterious background, open his heart and home to Mina after her cousin's transgressions left him broken? Will they be able to overcome their statuses and their pasts, or will Jayden's secrets ruin it all? As the countdown to Jayden’s future draws near, who will he take to the mysterious ceremony on the night of the Litha Festival? Mina? Or Rosalyn?
Has Mina finally found the companionship and happiness that eluded her as the daughter of a gypsy in their society? Or will her path be entangled in controversy, conspiracy, and secrets better left in the dark.


Mina looked at Jayden, "If I marry you, you will have to stop seeing Rosalyn!"
His blue eyes roamed her body, "Marry me, and I will never look at another woman!"

My sister drowned when we were children. It was my fault, and my father made sure I never forgot. Not one day passes without him reminding me what a failure I am and how much he despises me.
An accident from a few years ago left me with scars on my face. When men look at me, they do it with disgust. To get rid of me, so he won’t have to look at my scared face, my father sells me to the Bravta, forcing me to marry a man that I have never met.
The man I am supposed to get married to can’t make it to the wedding. Instead of him, the men who once held my heart appear at my father’s house, claiming they are there to escort me to where my future husband is waiting for me.
Dominick, Ivan, and Uri—the ones I once thought were my knights in shining armor are actually my worst enemies. They want to break me, to shatter what’s left of me. What they don’t realize is that I’ve been living in a nightmare ever since that cursed day, broken into pieces scattered by the wind.
After hours of flying, we land in Siberia, where I finally meet the man who bought me, the one who is supposed to be my husband—Dimitri.
He seems to hate me just as much as Dominick, Ivan, and Uri.
It doesn’t take long to realize that Dimitri doesn’t want to marry. He wants to prepare me for a lifetime in the Blood Lodge, where I would serve the Russian Lords.

Darkness is a troubled soul with a tortured past. He is slowly losing his fight against the painful darkness that he is named for.
While responding to a distress call to a close friend, he meets a young woman who soothes his soul and brings light into his darkness. He never got her name and never saw her again for the rest of the trip.
After returning home from his time in the Navy, he arrives home to the Cajuns' clubhouse to find his Light on the couch.
Just as he finds her, he learns that she's off limits. She's the daughter of a sister motorcycle club president.
She is forbidden.


Camille has spent the majority of her life not fitting in. She has a close-knit group of friends, but not much more.
She has spent the majority of her high school years living at the Shack, the largest of the clubhouses for the Devil's Saints. On a night when she could not sleep, she met a man who did not see a freak, but a beautiful woman.
Moving to Louisianna, she discovers that he's older than she thought. She has to stay away from the one man that she wants.
What happens when they can't stay away? When they both want what is forbidden?


Darkness sat down on the couch next to her. “I never got your name.”
“Camille.” She smiled and closed the book on the bookmark. “And you’re Darkness.”
“I am.” Unable to help himself, he reached out and gently touched her cheek. “You’re just as pretty as I remember.”
She blushed under his gaze, but never looked away. Darkness leaned in and pressed his lips to hers. He kept the kiss light, afraid if he didn’t, he would go too far.

Rex Radford—reckless, magnetic, and dangerously untouchable. The scandalous heir to a billion-dollar empire, worshipped for his charm and feared for his chaos. Fast cars, wild nights, and nameless girls were all he knew—until her.

She gave him everything—and he broke her.

Abandoned. Betrayed. She vanished without a word, carrying twins she didn’t know existed and a shattered heart.

Six years later, she returns.

No longer the fragile girl they left behind, she’s now a global sensation—with two storm-grey-eyed children who look just like Rex Radford. Her comeback sparks a media frenzy and a brutal fight for the truth.

Caught between the man who destroyed her and the one who helped her rise, she must choose:

One holds her past.
One may hold her future.
But when love, lies, and vengeance collide—
Only one will survive the fallout.

Destined for heartbreak, but never for defeat. Can a rejected werewolf find love and a second chance at happiness?

In this tale of betrayal and redemption, follow the journey of Alyssa who must learn to heal her broken heart and embrace her true power.

Will fate bring her a new love, or will the Moon Goddess grant her the ultimate second chance with her fated mate?

Get ready for a howling ride through the ups and downs of love, loyalty, and the true meaning of destiny.

This is a story of a wolf who refused to let rejection define her, and found a love that was worth fighting for.

“Good morning, fam. This is my uncle Owen, everyone calls him Reese, because that’s his last name and the military is weird like that. He likes thick girls and freaky sex.”


Forty-three year old Helen is newly divorced and trying to find herself. For the first time in her life, she is not under the control of a man. With an absentee father, an abusive step-brother and a manipulative ex-husband, she's had the perfect trifecta of bad men.
Along with learning to live life on her own, she's trying to help her three children. Jaxon is struggling with his sexuality. Jolene is discovering that her perfect marriage is far from perfect. JD is just trying to get through high school and into the Navy.
Fifty-two year old Owen Reese returned to his hometown after twenty years in the Navy. He started a small business that has made him a millionaire over the past decade. With his own daughter grown and living a life of her own, he thought his days of parenting were behind him. But he is now raising his sixteen year old niece while his sister is deployed with Doctors Without Borders.
And now, the cute, plump receptionist from his accountant's office is everywhere he turns. Not that he's complaining; he's dying to get his hands on those lovely, lush mermaid thighs that haunt his dreams.
Nothing seems to go right for them. All of his many sisters are constantly interfering. Her children worry about her so much that they are almost obsessive. And she just wants to be happy. And skinnier.

Warning: include an abusive relationship

Helen has found happiness with Reese and are starting over with triplets. Reese is having to slow down in his business while Helen is finally getting to do the job she always wanted.

Meanwhile, their children from previous marriages are moving out and starting their own lives. This book focuses on the next generation of the family.

Jaxon, Ty and Bunny already have a daughter and are expecting another baby. As Ty and Bunny move up in their careers, Jaxon wonders if there is more that he should be doing. With their encouragement, he returns to school, but it puts a strain on their relationships.

Jolene and Neo are still building a relationship, planning a wedding and rebuilding after Neo's business was sabotaged. She is doing better after divorcing her abusive ex who is now in jail. But some of Hank's other decisions start to haunt her and threaten their future.

JD and Dean are starting their lives together with him in the Navy and her attending nearby Tulane. Their roommate is struggling to move past a lost relationship and makes Dean question what she wants.

Cheryl and Wayne have moved back to be closer to her family. But as her large family interferes, she starts to remember why she moved away.

Please be aware that there are trigger warnings: abusive relationship recovery, reverse harem, military trauma, and death.

Trigger waring: This is a story about a man with 5 women.

“Then why is my wife talking about your magic tongue?”
“Because that’s what my women call it. I’m not bringing another woman into my bed.” He accepted the beer that Siobhan handed him.
“Give that one some lessons on what to do with a tongue.” She replied with a nod to her husband and a light squeeze of Molly’s arm.
“Now, I’m going to have to prove to her that I know what to do.” Toad grumbled as he sat down next to the younger man.
“You like blow jobs?” Molly asked and Toad scoffed a yes. “Think she likes always having your dick in her face and no reciprocation?”
Toad started to answer and then looked at Molly who shrugged.
“Women are not as complicated as we think they are. They will tell you what they want. You just have to listen.”
“You get a second woman in your bed and now you know everything about them?”
“My wife brought Jess into our bed. She told me that she wanted to bring Tammy into our bed.” He told a surprised Toad. “I listened. And I’m going to have another daughter.”

In September 1999, Stephen "Molly" Lowery went to Vegas and had a whirlwind romance, marrying the love of his life, his Pretty, in a weekend. Becks made only one request of him - she wanted a big family. He promised her a family big enough that she would want a wife of her own.

By their twentieth anniversary, they had more than a dozen children. And four other wives.

This is their story of love and loss as Molly gives his Becks a large family with all five of his pretties and even more little pretties filling his heart and home.

Three months of fake marriage with my Alpha mate

"Breathe." My body, as if under his command, did as he said
He gently pressed the wet cloth on the corner of my lips, and heat bloomed where he touched, my fingernails digging into his shoulder.
He ran the wet cloth over the swell of my breast, and his eyes turned darker.
My lips parted. He pulled away, curling his fingers into fists, and his neck turned red.
My lower stomach turned into knots.
The tension in the air started to steal my breath, and the room felt extremely hot. The urge to do something almost paralysed me.

Rosette, the red-haired human Princess of the mortal island, rejected her arranged marriage with the Alpha Prince but soon she was framed to kill her former fiancé. While running away, Xen the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack saved her. He said she is his mate, but Rosette only wanted to run away to find her witch's mom.

Xen proposed to let Rosette pretend to be his wife for three months and then he will let her go. Rosette agreed. But when the world is involved in the immortal crisis, how will they protect themselves from vampires, witches or Lycans? And will they find the true love hidden in each other’s hearts?

The war between Nordmar and Myrthana had raged for years. Now, it was over.
Myrthana had lost. Ayla had seen it coming—perhaps even welcomed it.
But she never expected her own brother, the newly crowned King of Myrthana, to trade her away like a mere bargaining chip. To hand her over to King Rhobart of Nordmar—a man as ruthless and unyielding as the frozen land he ruled.
Yet, when she arrives in Nordmar, Ayla quickly realizes that not everything is as it seems. Rhobart may be furious at her presence, but he is not the monster she imagined. And when a new threat rises, forcing them on a perilous journey across the harsh, unforgiving kingdom, Ayla begins to see the man beneath the crown.
But can two sworn enemies survive the dangers ahead without losing themselves—or each other?

Priscilla grew up in her father's motorcycle club, the Devil's Saints. Her four closest friends are also in the club so it was no surprise when she fell for a prospect from the mother house. With nearly four years between them, her father laid out rules that he abided by. But after she graduates high school, she finds herself wanting something different.
Leo grew up in foster care watching the Saints and knew that was what he wanted to do. On his eighteenth birthday he joined the National Guard and went to the mother house for the Devil's Saints. Going with the vice president to the Shack, he met the woman that he knew he was going to marry. He just had to wait until she was old enough.
And then for her to decide that he was what she wanted.
When another man enters their lives, Leo has to stake his claim, and make sure that the other man knows that he is not going to share. Polyamory may work for Priscilla's parents, but it is not an option for Leo. The other man needs to learn to back off.
Priscilla finds herself trapped between what she knows and what she wants.
After the death of her mother, she feels pushed one way. But a single incident forces her to choose between the two men. She knows that whatever her decision is, someone will suffer. And they may lose their life.

"I have no problem with kissing you all day, Valie," he said, his voice low and husky. "But I just want to know if we're on the same page."

He pulled back slightly, staring down at me with those gray eyes that had captivated me from the beginning. He bit his lower lip as he waited for my response.

I gulped, staring at him, unable to put my words together.

As if that kiss wasn't enough to punish me, his thumb grazed my lips, running slowly along my lower lip as he gently parted them. 

A shiver ran down my spine. My eyelids fluttered, my eyes almost drifting shut.

"Tell me what this is about," he whispered. "And I'll decide if I need to go on or not."


After a scandal involving me forces me into a fake relationship, I never expect Zayne Hayes to become anything more than temporary. He was supposed to be an escape from my perfect little life. But somewhere between heated arguments, stolen touches, late-night confessions, and kisses we were never supposed to share, he became the one person I couldn't stay away from.

Then there's Rowan Ashford. Rich, reckless, and dangerous. And the one boy I swore I'd never want. He knows exactly how to get under my skin, and somehow, every moment spent too close to him feels like a temptation I know I shouldn't give in to.

As secrets resurface and feelings become impossible to ignore, I'm trapped between two rivals—one who owns my heart and the other who keeps tempting me to give it away.

"Si... Sienna, you're drunk..." he rasps.
"Nope." I smile. "I know exactly what I'm doing. And... I've always wanted this."
"I've had a crush on you since forever... so I can never be wrong."
I never expected that crashing at my best friend's family lake house while her parents were away would lead to something forbidden. Her father—the man I'd known all my life—became the center of a night I couldn't resist. The attraction between us ignited into a dangerous, consuming connection that left me trembling until dawn. I slipped away quietly in the morning, hoping to forget and avoid him entirely.
But fate had other plans. Soon, I found him sitting across from me as my new boss. Every glance, every word carried an unspoken tension, a power struggle I couldn't escape. I tried to resist, but the pull between us was irresistible. In the privacy of my office, I indulged in the memory of that night, testing boundaries, surrendering to desire while he watched and controlled, reminding me who held the power.
Eventually, the line between defiance and submission, punishment and reward, blurred. And just when I thought our secret was safe... his daughter walked in, shattering everything.

A teenage girl moves to a small town and discovers she's a hybrid- half werewolf, half vampire. A secret her abusive, alcoholic father kept from her. She finds herself drawn to two fated mates: an alpha wolf and a vampire. The vampire resents or fears what she is and tries to eliminate her, forcing both mates to put aside their rivalry to protect her.