After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

She built an empire. He was just a dad with a toy plane. Neither expected their lives to collide at 30,000 feet… When exhausted tech CEO Evelyn Harrington accidentally falls asleep on a stranger’s shoulder mid-flight, she braces for humiliation. Instead, she finds kindness—and a connection that will take her from a boardroom in L.A. to a hospital bedside in Chicago. Nathan, a single father racing to a job interview, hides a quiet fear: his little boy’s fever has spiked, and he’s not there. Evelyn has no reason to care… until she does. A small act of compassion leads to a choice that will change three lives forever.

Sold to the monstrous Blackfang Alpha to save her starving pack, Lyra expects a quick death. Kael Draven is a ruthless warlord who wants her only for power—until his wolf scents something ancient in her blood and refuses to let her go. Hunted by kingdoms and marked by forgotten magic, Lyra uncovers a deadly truth: she is the last Lunar Queen. Now, she must choose her fate—goddess, ruler, or the mate of the most dangerous Alpha alive.

When a billionaire inventor is abandoned by her attorney moments before a life-changing trial, the last person anyone expects to save her stands up from the back of the courtroom—a quiet courthouse janitor with a forgotten past as a brilliant lawyer. As corporate greed collides with truth, one man must decide whether to stay invisible or fight for justice one last time.

"By day, he is the cold-blooded monster who rules the Chicago syndicate, and she is the fierce heiress who refuses to bow. By night, the masks shatter." Aurelia Vance was traded to the Bratva as a human lien—a pawn to settle her bankrupt family’s multi-million-dollar debt. Viktor Volkov, the ruthless Pakhan known as The Vulture, expected a terrified trophy wife to break in his gilded cage. He expected submission. Instead, he got a platinum-haired storm with violet eyes who looked at a loaded gun and dared him to pull the trigger. Trapped in a world of blood, mafia politics, and a marriage built on chains, Aurelia vows to burn his empire to the ground. But Viktor didn't spend years engineering her downfall just to let her go. He wants her broken, he wants her defiant, and above all, he wants her to love the monster who stole her life.

After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

Sold to the monstrous Blackfang Alpha to save her starving pack, Lyra expects a quick death. Kael Draven is a ruthless warlord who wants her only for power—until his wolf scents something ancient in her blood and refuses to let her go. Hunted by kingdoms and marked by forgotten magic, Lyra uncovers a deadly truth: she is the last Lunar Queen. Now, she must choose her fate—goddess, ruler, or the mate of the most dangerous Alpha alive.

She built an empire. He was just a dad with a toy plane. Neither expected their lives to collide at 30,000 feet… When exhausted tech CEO Evelyn Harrington accidentally falls asleep on a stranger’s shoulder mid-flight, she braces for humiliation. Instead, she finds kindness—and a connection that will take her from a boardroom in L.A. to a hospital bedside in Chicago. Nathan, a single father racing to a job interview, hides a quiet fear: his little boy’s fever has spiked, and he’s not there. Evelyn has no reason to care… until she does. A small act of compassion leads to a choice that will change three lives forever.

When a billionaire inventor is abandoned by her attorney moments before a life-changing trial, the last person anyone expects to save her stands up from the back of the courtroom—a quiet courthouse janitor with a forgotten past as a brilliant lawyer. As corporate greed collides with truth, one man must decide whether to stay invisible or fight for justice one last time.

James, a widowed single dad barely holding it together, made a quiet joke at his CEO's birthday party: “Maybe I should just marry her and solve all my problems.” He never expected Katherine Morrison—brilliant, intimidating, untouchable—to hear it. Even more shocking? She replied, “What if I say yes?”

Cole Bennett knows how to throw a punch, spot a threat, and keep his clients safe. Figuring out why his gorgeous new boss keeps finding reasons to touch him? That’s outside his training. When rising star Adrian Vale hires him as a bodyguard, Cole assumes he’s protecting an Omega. It would explain the pretty face, the unwanted attention, and why Adrian apparently can’t spend a night alone. It does not explain the strength in Adrian’s hands—or the way sharing a bed starts feeling dangerously natural.

Julian Reed is dead. I know because I read the headline—and broke my couch celebrating. Before you judge me, try spending eight years with a man who criticizes your groceries, meddles in your life, and once paid your roommates to soak your bedding so you’d have to share his bed. I thought I’d finally have some peace. Then my apartment started going dark at eleven every night. My mattress dipped beside me. And a voice I knew far too well asked whether I was really that happy he was gone. Apparently, even death can’t make Julian leave me alone. But somewhere between hiding under the covers and arguing with empty rooms, I start wondering what I actually want: for him to stop coming back—or for him to stay.

Mara Bennett only accepts the live-in nursing job because she desperately needs money for her younger brother’s cancer treatment. Her patient is Vincent DeLuca, one of Chicago’s most feared mafia bosses—a ruthless man left badly injured after an ambush and determined to drive away anyone who tries to help him. Six nurses have already quit. Mara becomes the seventh, but she refuses to be intimidated. As Vincent slowly begins to recover, Mara discovers that someone inside his own estate has been secretly keeping him weak. Worse, the danger soon reaches her brother. Trapped between betrayal, buried family secrets, and a growing attraction neither of them is willing to admit, Mara must decide how far she is willing to go to save a man who trusts no one. And Vincent must decide whether the woman who broke every rule he gave her might be the only person he can trust with his life—and his heart.

Elena Bennett loved Dante Moretti for eight years, but every time she asked about marriage, Chicago’s most powerful mafia boss gave her the same answer: he couldn’t marry her. Then an invitation arrived. Dante was marrying Victoria—Elena’s older sister. Heartbroken, Elena disappeared to Switzerland. Three weeks later, she discovered she was pregnant. For nearly three years, she raised their son, Leo, without ever telling Dante he was a father. But when her father’s death forces Elena back to Chicago, one accidental encounter at O’Hare changes everything. Leo takes one look at Dante and innocently says, “Mommy… that man looks like me.” Dante immediately realizes the truth. Now the man Elena spent years trying to forget wants answers—and a place in his son’s life. But buried inside her father’s estate is an old contract that reveals something even more devastating: Dante’s marriage to Victoria was never what Elena believed. And the real reason he refused to marry Elena may change everything she thought she knew about the man who broke her heart.

Evelyn Cross has spent years keeping the Russo estate spotless, silent, and free of questions. As the household’s executive housekeeper—and a former Army medic—she knows how to recognize danger before anyone else sees it. That instinct saves Dominic Russo’s life on his wedding day. Seconds before New York’s most feared mafia boss drinks his champagne, Evelyn knocks the glass from his hand and publicly accuses his elegant bride, Celeste Ward, of trying to poison him. When a silver spoon darkens in the spilled wine, Dominic seals the ballroom and orders every guest searched. But the poisoned glass is only the beginning.

For two years, I visited my son’s grave alone. Then I found a little girl there, clutching a worn teddy bear and waiting for a promise he could no longer keep. Her name was Piper. She said Wyatt had saved her life—and promised to ask me to bring her home. I had never heard of her. But the photograph she left behind was real. So was my son’s handwriting on the back: “Dad, this is my sister.” Finding out who she was meant reopening everything I had buried with him. My failed marriage. His final morning. The questions I had been too broken to ask. Then Piper showed me a note claiming his death wasn’t an accident. Someone had kept this child hidden. Someone wanted the truth to stay buried. And I had already promised her I would come back.