Maz

Lyra Vance was three weeks from marrying the quarterback she built. Then she opened his bedroom door. Cade was in bed with her sister. On the wedding sheets. With his championship watch on Sloane’s wrist. Lyra did not cry. She took proof and walked out. Her family chose Cade. Her firm fired her to keep him. Her money locked. A hotel turned her away. By midnight she had photos, a signed prenup, and nowhere safe to sleep. That is when Gabriel Thorne sent a car. The league calls him the Iron Heart. He hits men and feels nothing. Other women come through as static. Lyra’s voice is the first thing that reaches him, and he hates how badly he wants to keep it. His offer is ugly and clear. Six months in his house. She handles the dirt. She stands where the cameras can see her. She wears his mark when the city needs a story. Five hundred thousand. No love. No rescue. Lyra signs as his strategist. Then Sloane posts beside Cade like the wedding only changed names. Then the internet finds Lyra in Gabriel’s hoodie. Then a private lens turns toward his gates. Cade still thinks she is the girl who absorbs the mess. Gabriel did not hire that girl. He hired a weapon. Now he cannot stand anyone else looking at her.

Olive came home one day to find her only long-term boyfriend balls deep inside her roommate. With her heart crushed, her fighting spirit from hell, and her best friend at her side, she sets out to prove a point. She can be with anyone if she wants to be. She finds the hottest guy at the nightclub and has her one-night stand with a stranger. Only it becomes more than just a one-night stand as she runs into him again next weekend while out with Lucas' best friend, Leo. Of course, she wasn't aware of the relationship between Leo and Lucas. Lucas is determined to make her his, but so is Leo. How will these best friends handle fighting for the same girl? Read on to discover how Olive deals with these two new men along with her college studies and family drama. Did I forget to mention these guys are rich beyond reason?

"I was just Jade Knight, the daughter of a man branded a traitor, an omega, a girl nobody wanted. Until the Ashridge triplets, heirs to the Shadow Moon Pack, decided I belonged to them... Ryder, Ronan, and Renzo. Three names that once meant friendship, now whispered fear, danger, desire, and lust in every heartbeat. They dominate, they torment, and they watch me with eyes that make my blood run hot and my pulse betray me. I hate them. I want them. I should run…. but every instinct in me knows I can't."

Nikolai. Braxton. Derik. Three alphas who have pledged to protect the humans in their territory. All they ask in return is one night with the virgins of the villages, one night to take them under the blood moon and complete the ritual. This year is Lorelai’s turn. A winter born, cursed—or blessed—with powers rarely seen, Lorelai has been shunned by the other villagers her whole life. Once she’s taken to the wolves’ mansion, she takes matters into her own hands. After all, what if one night just isn’t enough?

⚠️WARNING: This book contains explicit sexual content, possessive and toxic male leads, manipulation, emotional abuse, and disturbing themes that may be triggering to some readers. This is nothing like healthy love. ¥¥¥¥ I loved Tyler Beaumont for twelve years. Years of hoping and waiting, believing that one day, he would finally choose me. So when my parents told me I was being arranged to marry into his family… I thought it was fate. I thought I had won. But I was wrong, because the man waiting for me at the altar isn’t Tyler. It’s his brother, Grayson Beaumont. The one I never heard of—the one with cold eyes, a cruel mouth, and a hatred for me sharp enough to bleed. I don’t know what I did to deserve it. I don’t even remember. But he does. He remembers everything. He didn’t marry me for love, because from the moment I became his wife, he made one thing clear—I would pay for a past I don’t even remember. “I tried to forget you,” he tilted my chin, staring directly into my soul. “But watching you love him? That was the first time I understood what hatred really feels like.” And Tyler? The man I spent twelve years loving? He won’t let me go. “I don’t need you to choose me,” he whispered. “I just need you to understand… no matter whose name you take, you will always be mine.” Two brothers. One filled with hatred. The other with obsession. And me? Caught between a past I can’t remember…and a truth that could destroy us all. Because somewhere between lies, desire, and betrayal, I realize the most dangerous thing of all: I was never meant to love the right brother.

BLACK INDUSTRIES BOOK 1 Damian Black has always had everything—wealth, power, and the world at his feet. But when his father’s will drops a bombshell, the stakes skyrocket. To secure his inheritance, Damian must do the unthinkable: get married. As the eldest of the Black brothers, Damian’s playboy lifestyle is suddenly on the line. He’s determined to find the perfect woman, but none of them have measured up. Enter Adalyn West, Damian’s long-time personal assistant. Efficient, unflappable, and with a sharp wit that has kept Damian in line for years, Adalyn is the last woman he ever expected to consider as a bride. Adalyn’s been by his side for years, handling every detail of his life with quiet efficiency. She’s smart, loyal, and definitely not the type to cause him any trouble. Plus, she knows him better than anyone else. But there’s one problem— Damian has never seen Adalyn as more than just his PA, and the thought of marrying her feels too close for comfort. As Adalyn steps into the role of Damian’s wife, sparks fly in ways neither of them expected. What starts as a convenient arrangement quickly spirals into something far more complicated. Damian’s heart, once locked away, begins to thaw as his new wife shows him a side of herself he never knew existed. But with old flames, business rivals, and the weight of the Black legacy bearing down, Damian must decide if he’s willing to risk everything—including his heart—for the one woman who might just be perfect for him.

She went to the warehouse to negotiate a debt. She didn’t know I was walking into a supernatural auction. Her father died and left her nothing but two million dollars of debt to a man named Lucien Blackwood — and a dying sister whose medical bills he’d been secretly paying. He owns her before she even know his name. Lucien Blackwood is an Alpha. Powerful. Ruthless. He buys her like she just another acquisition. What he doesn’t know — what nobody knows — is that she his fated mate. And fated mates don’t stay sold.

She hasn't spoken in thirteen years. Tonight, everything she has been hiding from finds her anyway. Ayla has survived by staying invisible. No wolf. No voice. No place in the pack that took her in after her family was destroyed. She kept her head down, stayed out of the way, and asked for nothing from anyone. It worked. Until the night of her eighteenth birthday changed everything. Her wolf awakens — sharp, sarcastic, and completely unimpressed with the situation. Her first shift happens alone in the snow, the way every important moment in her life has happened. And when she returns to the packhouse, three scents wrap around her like chains she didn't agree to wear. Three doors. Three bonds. Three mates. Kael — cold, commanding, already certain the world bends to him. Ryker — dangerous, sharp-tongued, and the one who told her to find somewhere else to sleep just hours ago. Soren — quiet, watchful, and somehow the most unsettling of the three. The future Alpha, Beta, and Delta of the pack. The last wolves on earth she would have chosen. Ayla felt the bond. She understood exactly what it meant. And she made the only decision that made sense. She ran. But all three of them have her scent now. And they are already coming. She survived thirteen years of silence. Surviving them is going to be something else entirely....

"Say it like you mean it, darling," he purred, leaning in and licking my neck, "and I might stop." My mother got remarried... and cursed me in the process. I thought moving into this mansion would be the worst part of it. I was wrong. Because living here means living under the same roof with them. The Varkas brothers. Beautiful. Dangerous. Possessive. And absolutely, devastatingly off-limits. They call me "stepsister. " But the way they look at me? The way they touch me? It's anything but brotherly. There's something wrong with them. Something not... human. I can feel it in the way their eyes flash when they're angry. In the way their bodies burn hotter than they should. In the way they move, like predators in the dark. I don't know what they are. But I know one thing... whatever's hunting me now, I won't survive it. Not if I keep letting them close. Not if I keep letting them ruin me with their hands, their mouths, their filthy words. I should run. I should fight. But the truth is... part of me doesn't want to escape. Because whatever they are... I crave it. And once they claim me, there's no coming back. One more thing... All three of them touch me, all three of them make me feel things, but there's one in particular... One... AUTHOR'S NOTE: A fair warning before you open this book; this isn't a sweet romance kind of book. It's dark, filled with sensual fantasies, fleshing longings, erotic musings, and lots, and lots of smut. So if this is your kind of vibe, "Welcome, princess and make sure you wear your seat belt. " But if this is not, then...

She was never supposed to survive the tournament. She definitely wasn’t supposed to walk out of it with two kings standing beside her. And nobody was prepared for what happened when the girl they had spent years treating like she was nothing finally stopped hiding. Two kings. One impossible bond. A tournament filled with enemies. A secret bloodline everyone thought was extinct. And a girl who has absolutely no intention of behaving like the queen everyone expects her to become. She can fight. She can see things no one else can. She can make two kings lose their minds with one sarcastic comment. And apparently… she can turn a perfectly respectable royal celebration into a full-blown clown show. But tomorrow is coming. And whatever Traci saw in those flashes is coming with it. The kingdom thinks they know who she is. They have no idea. The question isn’t whether the Last White Wolf will rise. It’s what happens when she does. The Rise of the Last White Wolf You think you know the story. You don’t. Open the book. Find out why everyone is about to learn exactly who Traci really is.

You like your holes getting wrecked by our c*cks at the same time, right?” Axel growled at the same time he hit that spot, one that made me dizzy with intense pleasure and made me moan around his brother’s c*ck. Ashley has always known hell at the hands of her triplet stepbrothers. Her mother’s affair with their father drove her to her death and they’re determined to make her life a living hell. And that, they did to the maximum. Until they realize that they all share a fated mate and she’s no one other than Ashley. She rejects them and now, they must fight tooth and nail to prove themselves to her as worthy of her forgiveness and love. This is a dark romance with bully themes and with HEA.

"You have this beauty that captivates men, don’t you? There were plenty of naked women in this room, but the second you walked in, the men lost control. They wanted a piece of you. They wanted to own you." His fingers trail down my jaw, tilting my chin up. "Not knowing you already belong to me." I swallow hard, my breath caught in my throat. He moves away, settling into a chair with ease. He unbuttons his coat, leans back, and spreads his legs apart like a king, which I guess he is... And then, his voice turns lethal. "From now on, Ariella Costa, you are mine to use. Mine to play with. Mine to do with as I please." The words hit me like a heart attack. "Your body belongs to me. Your mind belongs to me. Your soul belongs to me." He smirks, his dark eyes locking onto mine. "I own you."

"I'm an ordinary waiter, but I can see people's fate, including Shifters. Like all children, I was tested for magic when I was only a few days old. Since my specific bloodline is unknown and my magic is unidentifiable, I was marked with a delicate swirling pattern around my upper right arm. I do have magic, just as the tests showed, but it has never lined up with any known Magic species. I can't breathe fire like a dragon Shifter, or hex people who piss me off like Witches. I can't make potions like an Alchemist or seduce people like a Succubus. Now I don't mean to be unappreciative of the power I do have, it's interesting and all, but it just really doesn't pack much of a punch and most of the time it is just pretty much useless. My special magical skill is the ability to see threads of fate. Most of life is annoying enough for me, and what never occurred to me is that my mate is a rude, pompous nuisance. He's an Alpha and my friend's twin brother. --------------------------------------- “What are you doing? This is my home, you can't just let yourself in!” I try and keep my voice firm but when he turns and fixes me with his golden eyes I shrink back. The look he gives me is imperious and I automatically drop my eyes to the floor as is my habit. Then I force myself to look back up again. He doesn't notice me looking up because he's already looked away from me. He's being rude, I refuse to show that he's scaring me, even though he most definitely is. He glances around and after realising that the only place to sit is the little table with its two chairs he points to it. “Sit.” he orders. I glare at him. Who is he to order me around like this? How can someone this obnoxious possibly be my soul mate? Maybe I'm still asleep. I pinch my arm and my eyes water a little from the sting of pain."

“We are gathered here to pay tribute to Lorain Vale, beloved mother…” Five years since I left and swore I’d never come back. I kept that promise until today. My mother died in a home invasion robbery. My older brother stands tall and rigid at my side, dressed in black, jaw clenched so tight I can hear his teeth grind. He left long before I did. Left Mom and me behind like we were inconvenient baggage. I hate him, but I hate his four best friends even more: Theo, Barric, Ronan, and Kade. ****Aria's brother has always kept the world of wolves a secret from her, and driven her out of Blackridge. This is one of the reasons she hates her brother's friends; she believes they have changed him. Aria is considered human, yet she is the last female Sypher—a bloodline believed to be extinct.

My name is Rose Bailey. I am seventeen years old and about to start my senior year of High school. I have always lived a normal, boring human life. I never believed in the supernatural or the love at first sight sh*t that others girls my age fall for. That is until I moved with my mom and two brothers back to the small town where my mom grew up. My mom makes us stay at this house, or should I say castle, with a lot of other people living there. Imagine my surprise when I walked in on a man and two women that looked to be 20 or 21, having in a room that looked like an office. Imagine how surprised I was when I was frozen in place, unable to move, as I felt a sharp pain in my chest from seeing them together as he one from behind while she leaned over a desk from pleasure and the other woman was him. The man froze in place and looked at me with a guilty look on his face. The pain got worse in my chest, and before I  blacked out, I swore I heard him say, Mate!