For a hundred years, Evander Vale loved the woman everyone feared. He shared his life with Seraphine, healed her broken magic, and helped her reclaim her place among the elven courts. Then she tore out his soul. To please a saint who had framed him, she burned his body and promised to bind his spirit to another man's sword. When asked whether she would miss him, she said, "He is only my familiar." Evander has seven days to survive—and one chance to escape. This time, he intends to leave nothing behind. Not even his love for her. But some bonds survive the worlds that separate them. And the woman who destroyed him may be far more dangerous when she realizes he is gone.

Luca Mancini went to the hospital looking for news of his wounded best friend. Instead, he helped save a seventeen-year-old girl whose face reminded him of the woman he had never stopped loving. He never knew Sofia had been pregnant. He never received her letters. But discovering who kept them apart cannot erase the night she asked for his help—and he failed to listen. Now his daughter wants to know whether he will stay. Sofia wants him to understand that being allowed into their lives does not mean being forgiven. Luca can offer protection, money, and everything his power can buy. Winning back the woman he lost will demand something he has never learned to give: a choice.

Six days after giving birth, Erin Moretti asked her husband for one thing: stay home. Roman chose another woman's birthday instead. He promised to return before nine. When her calls went unanswered and a stranger's voicemail arrived, Erin packed one bag, took their newborn daughter, and left. Now the most feared man in Milwaukee wants his family back. But explaining that night won't erase the months Erin spent feeling unwanted—and loving him doesn't mean she's ready to return. Roman knows how to make people obey. Winning back the wife who no longer waits for him will demand something far harder.

Five years ago, Felix broke my heart and disappeared without a goodbye. Now he’s back, and the reckless boy I loved is the heir to the crime empire that pays my wages. His father hired me to protect him. Felix wants me to love him again. I know his tricks: the pretty smiles, the desperate promises, the danger he puts himself in just to make me come running. I should know better than to fall for him twice. But in the Sterling family, his father controls my future, his brother depends on me, and Felix still knows exactly where I’m weakest. Walking away would be easier if I’d ever stopped wanting him.

At eighty years old, Eleanor Whitmore walks into a prestigious New York dance academy, only to be mocked by arrogant instructor Adrian Cole and his students. But when Adrian performs a legendary routine to humiliate her, Eleanor calmly reveals something that leaves the entire room speechless: she created the choreography herself. What begins as an embarrassing confrontation uncovers a fifty-four-year-old secret involving stolen artistic credit, a powerful dance dynasty, and a woman whose name was erased from history. Now, with time running out before the historic studio closes forever, Eleanor must confront the man who stole her legacy and prove that it's never too late to reclaim what belongs to you. A powerful story of dignity, betrayal, second chances, and the courage to be remembered.

Ella Bennett escaped her family's cruel scheme—and spent one unforgettable night with a man whose name she never learned. A month later, she's pregnant. With her grandmother's care held hostage, Ella travels to meet Cole Whitmore, the cold commander her family expects her to marry. She intends to end the engagement, not make him responsible for a stranger's child. Cole refuses even to meet her. He's searching for another woman, and sends money to make Ella leave. Then he sees her. Suddenly, the man who wanted her gone is begging her to stay. But Ella has already learned what promises can cost. Before she'll trust his, Cole will have to prove he wants her—not just the baby.

Before we married, my husband promised his son from his first marriage wouldn’t disrupt our life. Then, on Thanksgiving night, a fourteen-year-old boy appeared on our doorstep, soaked through and shivering. “Could I stay here for two nights?” When I hesitated, he apologized and turned back toward the rain. I caught his wrist and let him in. I thought he needed a warm bed. Then I noticed how he watched our faces before taking food—and how quickly he offered to leave whenever his mother called. Giving him a place to stay was easy. Convincing him he deserved one would take years. Twenty years later, he bought me a mansion. His birth mother arrived demanding to know why the house belonged to me. But money wasn’t the only thing she wanted from the boy she had once let walk away.