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My mate rejected me in front of four hundred wolves. So I claimed the Lycan King instead. It was supposed to be a joke. When an Alpha rejects a girl in public, the old law lets her name a second mate, and the pack gets to laugh at her twice. Nobody has been accepted in a hundred years. So I looked past every boy in Hollowpine, straight at the most dangerous man alive, and said his name. Adrian Sterling, sovereign of every pack on the continent, stood up while four hundred wolves went to their knees. "Accepted," he said. "Mine." Now the man who threw me away has to bow to me. The court gives me eighty-six days to shift, or I'm exiled as a pretender. I've never had a wolf. But I have something nobody else has: when I heal, I can see every mate bond as a thread. True ones shine silver. And half the marriages in the King's court are gold. Forged. The King has a secret of his own. Lycan kings without a mate go feral before thirty-three. He's thirty-one, and he chains himself in a tower every full moon. The only thing that quiets him is me.

My father sold me on a Tuesday. By Friday, I was married to the most feared man on the coast. By Sunday, I'd found the error in his books, and decided not to tell him. Yet. Elena Moretti was the quiet daughter. She kept the family restaurant's accounts, kept her head down, and kept pretending she didn't see her father drowning in debt to the Rossi family. Then the debt came due, and the payment had a dress code: white. Dante Rossi. They call him the Alpha King. Banks fear him, judges owe him, and the four other families on the coast step aside when he walks into a room. What Elena doesn't know, the night she signs his contract, is that the men of his house aren't men at all. She arrives with her own amendments. Separate rooms. No lies. Nobody touches her family again, ever. She keeps the books. And one clause she didn't understand when she wrote it: no marking. What Dante doesn't tell her is that the moment she walked in, his wolf chose her. A human mate. Under the old code, an Alpha bound to a human is unfit to rule, and someone in his house has been waiting years for exactly that excuse. Because there's a traitor inside the Rossi family, moving money through accounts only a very good bookkeeper would ever notice. And the King's new wife is a very, very good bookkeeper. Wolves can smell fear. They've never met a woman who doesn't have any. His enemies fear him. His wife audits him.

"Mommy, we found you a husband. He's rich, he's tall, and he already has your eyes on his face." Five years ago, Aria Cole fled the city with a broken engagement, a framed "scandal" she didn't commit, and a secret she didn't dare tell anyone: she was pregnant by a stranger whose face she never clearly saw on the worst, blurriest night of her life. Now she's back — a rising interior design star with two five-year-old menaces in tow: twins who can hack a tablet, charm a boardroom, and have recently decided their mother needs a husband. Their top candidate? Grant Vale, the coldest CEO in the city, the man who just hired Aria's firm to rebuild his empty penthouse — and the only person alive who makes both twins' dimples look like a family portrait. Grant Vale doesn't believe in coincidence. He has spent five years quietly searching for the woman who vanished from a masquerade gala with his grandmother's ring and, he suspects, considerably more than that. Now his new designer flinches at his voice, schedules around his calendar like she's memorized it, and is raising two children whose laughs he recognizes from his own baby videos. The twins are plotting. The grandmother is scheming. The woman who framed Aria five years ago is back with new knives. And Grant has just added a clause to the design contract that Aria really should have read: the project ends only when the client says the house feels like a home.

After her father’s death leaves her buried in debt, struggling artist Genevieve Clarke accepts an unexpected proposal from openly gay billionaire Adrian Blackwell: marry him, and he will erase everything she owes. Their marriage is supposed to be strictly business. Separate bedrooms, separate lives, and absolutely no romance. But as Adrian becomes more involved in Genevieve’s world, friendship turns into jealousy, jealousy turns into desire, and the billionaire who thought he understood exactly who he wanted begins questioning everything. Genevieve was meant to be his convenient wife not the woman he couldn’t bear to lose. **** The Gay billionaire series Book 1: Married to the Gay Billionaire, still in love with my ex Book 2: My So-Not Gay Billionaire Husband Book 3: The Artist and the Gay Billionaire Book 4: Married off to the Gay Billionaire

After the mysterious death of her parents, Portia Esmeralda is bullied into a contract marriage by her two elder brothers who once loved her. But things start going pretty downhill when on her wedding day, the groom is nowhere to be seen and the guests are all killed. As well as her evil brothers. In order to end what would become a generational feud, and save her cousin brother, Portia agrees to marry Callahan Scarfoni - the monster who ruined her day and killed her terrible brothers. Callahan is a man scarred by his past and thirsty for revenge. His sole plan? Finish off the Esmeralda family till no one is left. Just like how they didn't spare his many years ago. But there's just one Esmeralda he just couldn't hurt, no matter what. Portia. She's his to tame. She's his possession, to own and protect.

Wren Calloway is thirty, a forensic accountant, and two hundred and twelve million dollars short. That is the hole in the Lakeshore Steelworkers pension fund that cost her union fathers their retirements and, she is certain, her own father his life. Every trail ends inside Hale Tower, in an archive the Hale family keeps under lock. When Gideon Hale, billionaire CEO, must be engaged by his thirty-fifth birthday or lose control of his company under his late grandfather’s Fidelity Clause, Wren becomes Wren Ashby, event planner and fiancée of record. The contract has a no-romance clause. Wren has a three-column ledger: SAID, SHOWN, FELT. She keeps the third column empty. It does not stay that way.

Newly married and over the moon, Sienna inks her husband's name on her lower back. A permanent gesture for a forever union, right? Wrong. Five years later, in the throes of a messy divorce, she is back to the tattoo shop to get a coverup tattoo. But she doesn't expect to find that her tattoo artist is the hottest man alive — and he has been waiting for her. He is Gavin Kessler, the Tattoo Master. Tough on the outside, tougher on the inside. With an ugly past casting a long shadow on his present and future. What starts out as a crazy contract between them spirals into something far more dangerous. Sienna soon realizes she wants more than a tattoo from the Tattoo Master. She wants his d*ck, his protection, and if the differences between them will allow, his heart. Which of these is Gavin willing to give?

Eight years of marriage. One humiliating divorce. Three powerful men who refuse to let her walk away. Varena Veyne stood beside Rykar Valeth before he became a billionaire. She gave him her love, loyalty, and years of her life. But when his empire grew, so did his obsession with status, and suddenly, his plus-sized wife was no longer the perfect image he wanted beside him. So Rykar divorced her. Varena left with one suitcase and a shattered heart. Six months later, she returns as a woman no one recognizes. Beautiful. Wealthy. Powerful. Untouchable. Rykar wants his wife back. But he's not the only man waiting for her. Savien Rooke, his ruthless billionaire rival, wants her at his side. Zephyr Ardent, her first love, wants the second chance he lost. And Daxar Voss, the dangerous billionaire who knows the darkest secrets surrounding her divorce, wants her for himself. But Varena isn't interested in being someone's wife anymore. She's building her own empire, and she's about to discover that her divorce was never just about her body. Someone wanted her out of the Valeth family. Now, she's coming back for everything they took from her.

She was the greatest sword-mage of her age. Now she's a starving scavenger on a junk planet, and the galaxy isn't ready. Seraphine Vale, grandmaster of a hidden order of sword-mages, attempts the final trial of ascension. She's struck down by a storm that comes once in ten thousand years. She wakes more than a thousand years later in the body of a teenage scrap scavenger on Tailings, a forgotten dump world of a starfaring Federation ruled by mechs, warships, and military academies. And her magic still works. Barely. So she does the only thing that makes sense. She refounds her order in a rusted shipping container, takes in three misfit kids as disciples, and enrolls them at the worst-ranked cadet academy in the Federation. Nobody expects them to win a single match at the Federation Academy Games. Then a Swarm invasion falls from the sky, and flying swords rise to meet it. A funny, action-packed science-fantasy adventure about found family, underdogs, and one very stubborn grandmaster.

"F*ck," he muttered in a low curse as he withdrew himself from me. I blinked, still dazed by the aftermath of the bond. "Wait..." I managed to whisper, my voice raspy. I slowly turned around, but by the time I sat up and looked toward the doorway, he was already gone, leaving me alone and naked. A cold feeling settled deep in my stomach, quickly replacing the warmth of the mark on my neck. My mind reeled in shock. He had just marked me. He had just taken my body, bound our souls together, and then walked out without a single word. He didn't even ask for my name. He didn't tell me his. The image of Kael standing over my sister, looking at me with total indifference, flashed vividly in my mind. A bitter, painful realization struck me right in the chest. He was just like Kael. He was just another irresponsible mate who took what he wanted and walked away when he was done. *** Three days before her eighteenth birthday, Sophia caught her boyfriend, Kael, in bed with her own sister. Without a flicker of guilt, he called off their mating, declaring that Olivia was his true mate. Years later, Sophia is a single mother with a secret past and a cold, powerful Alpha CEO for a boss. Ronan Hawthorne built his empire on control. And he has reason to suspect that the quiet woman at his side is carrying more of his past than either of them is willing to admit. As enemies close in and an old betrayal resurfaces, a bond neither of them expected begins to awaken. He was supposed to be her enemy's Alpha. She was supposed to be beneath his notice. But fate doesn't ask permission. Betrayed by the mate she chose. Marked by the one she was always meant for.