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I swore I'd never touch Lainey Daniels. She's my son's ex and too sweet for a man like me. I try my best to resist her, but one night, I give in. I take her to my cabin in the mountains to keep her safe. Now, she's mine, whether she's ready for it or not. I expect her to run, to hate me for the filthy things I want to do to her, but she doesn't. She meets my darkness with a blaze of her own. And I'll burn the whole world down before I lose her.

When financial desperation and too much drink lead Michael to unknowingly sign a contract to marry a toddler, he does what any man would—runs away and spends the next 15 years pretending it didn’t happen. During that time, he gives up the booze, restores his estate, and opens The Raven’s Den with his two closest friends. What better way to hide from your responsibilities than running a gaming hell?

When my mother married Richard Banks, I never expected cold shoulders and cruelty from his triplet sons. Chase, calculating and ruthless. Blade, clinical and unforgiving. Thorn, whose smile hides venom. Three identical faces with emerald eyes that watched me with contempt, three voices that cut deeper than any chemo ever could. They made it their mission to break me, not knowing I was already breaking from the inside out.

In Locked Inside, Abigayle Roland—a psychologist renowned for her composure—is thrust into a nightmare when her latest patient, Deon Knight, arrives at the mental hospital. A man of unnerving charm and malevolence, Deon is accused of crimes too heinous to comprehend. But as their sessions progress, Abigayle finds herself ensnared in his magnetic darkness, her professional detachment crumbling under his relentless provocations.

Claire I left behind my family, my friends, and everything I've ever known for a chance at a new life–one where I wouldn't be under the strict, oppressive rules of the church. But now, I'm barely surviving in the harsh Chicago winter, living out of my car and saving every penny I can in hopes...

Romero came into my life when I was 13 and taught me how to fight. To stand up for myself. He helped me survive. But his promise to protect me and my mother washed down the drain the night she died. I was 16. He let me leave, and then he didn’t call. Didn’t even try to make sure I hadn’t died in some seedy hotel.