My four-year-old daughter walked up to the man everyone feared and announced she was going to marry him. I thought she'd just cost me my job. Then Alessandro Romano laughed. The wealthy widower hadn't welcomed a child into his silent mansion in years. But Sophie wasn't afraid of his tattoos, his sharp orders, or the men who went quiet whenever he entered a room. She only noticed his sad eyes. So she gave him her most precious possession: a little gray pebble. He kept it. I should have been thinking about keeping my job. Instead, I started noticing the meals he saved for me, the stories he read to my daughter, and the way he said my name when no one else was listening. Then Sophie recognized a woman in an old photograph. “Mommy, why does he have Grandma’s picture?” My mother had never mentioned Alessandro Romano. And whatever connected our families had been buried long before we arrived.

Victoria Delacroix slapped me in front of thirty wealthy guests and ordered security to throw me out. She thought I didn’t belong in her family’s luxury boutique. She didn’t know I already controlled the company. One phone call ended her evening. An old sketchbook changed everything I thought I knew about my father. He was a Black tailor from Queens who died believing his greatest opportunity had ended in failure. But the designs that made the Delacroix name famous carried his handwriting. Her family had taken his work, denied him payment, and erased his name. Now her father was offering me two million dollars to keep it that way. He should have asked what I wanted before putting a price on my silence.

Sarah Miller knew every server working that night. The man pulling a gun from his jacket wasn’t one of them. And he wasn’t aiming at notorious crime boss Lorenzo Caruso. He was aiming at Lorenzo’s six-year-old son. Sarah ran. Three bullets later, she woke in a hospital with a shattered routine, a terrified younger brother, and a dangerous man who refused to leave her unprotected. She wanted to go home. Lorenzo wanted her somewhere his enemies couldn’t reach. Then his family tried to send her away. “Sarah is my wife.” There had been no proposal. No wedding. Not even a warning. Now Sarah wears a borrowed ring in a house full of secrets, beside a man whose tenderness unsettles her more than his reputation. His little boy begs her not to disappear. His enemies want to know what she saw. And Lorenzo is beginning to want far more than a chance to repay her.

For sixteen years, Elara Vale has paid for a crime she was told she committed at six. Her wolf is bound. Her brother rules their pack. And the mate she once hoped would save her rejected her in the basement where she slept. Then Alpha Ronan Thorne arrives to negotiate an alliance. He is powerful, crimson-eyed, and feared by men who have never feared anything. Elara expects him to believe what everyone else believes about her. Instead, he stops her brother’s raised hand. Then he changes the terms of the deal. Elara leaves with half a bag of belongings, convinced she has simply been traded to another master—until Ronan reads her the contract. She is to become his wife. But learning to trust his touch may be harder than surviving his enemies. Something inside Elara is beginning to wake, and the people who bound her wolf are determined to keep what they stole. Her brother thought he knew exactly what he was selling. Ronan is about to discover who he chose.

My father traded me for a canceled debt. My boyfriend sent me away so he could marry my stepsister. Neither expected me to survive the sleeping prince’s wolf. Prince Lucien Voss has been unconscious for months. His parents need an heir, but his deadly spirit wolf refuses every woman brought to his bedside. Until me. The beast everyone fears presses its muzzle into my trembling hand—and suddenly, the girl nobody wanted becomes the Luna Princess. Now I sleep beside a man who cannot answer me. I change his shirts, tend his scars, and whisper things I would never confess to anyone awake. Then my former lover follows me into the palace, determined to use my new position to claim a kingdom. I escape him and stumble back to the prince’s bed. A warm hand closes around my wrist. The sleeping prince opens his eyes. “Who touched you?”

After twelve hours caring for everyone but herself, nurse Hannah Brooks collapses on a rain-soaked Chicago sidewalk. The stranger who catches her is gentle—until her sleeve slips and he sees the bruises. Damen Moretti is a man people know better than to cross. Hannah should be frightened of his attention. Instead, when her controlling ex refuses to let her go, Damen’s home becomes the first place she can sleep without listening for footsteps. Behind closed doors, the ruthless mafia boss remembers how she takes her coffee, lets her scold him over his injuries, and looks at her as though wanting her is the one thing he cannot control. But his protection comes with enemies, and his tenderness conceals a grief he has never explained. As Hannah begins to trust him with her heart, Damen must decide how much of his carefully built empire he will risk to keep her in his arms.

For two years, I kept my head down and did my job. Then my six-year-old daughter walked into Adrian Kane’s private corridor and asked Manhattan’s most feared billionaire to be her daddy. Her reason broke my heart. His response changed everything. Adrian rules a world where powerful men obey him without question. Yet my daughter critiques his pancakes, steals his fries, and somehow makes him laugh. I should be careful. He is my boss, his family is dangerous, and Mia is already saving him a seat at our table. But then he asks to take me to dinner—without my daughter. And I begin to wonder how long he has been looking at me that way.

Everyone knew better than to interrupt Alessandro Moretti’s private meetings. Then a little girl in a yellow dress walked in and asked to borrow him for a day. Sophia wanted swings, ice cream, and someone to sit beside her mommy on the park bench. Maria, the maid who had raised her, expected to lose her job. Instead, New York’s most feared mafia boss cleared his schedule. For one beautiful afternoon, Maria let herself imagine a life she had never dared to want. Then Sophia’s purple crayon uncovered a secret—and Alessandro discovered that the little girl holding his hand was his daughter. As buried lies unravel and Sophia’s birth mother returns, Maria fears the family forming around her will become the one thing she cannot keep. But Alessandro has begun looking at her differently. And being wanted by a man like him may be more dangerous to her heart than being feared by everyone else.

My roommate thinks I’m desperate to seduce him. My online boyfriend thinks I’m adorable. One makes me cry. The other sends me money, spoils me with gifts, and patiently listens while I complain about the arrogant jerk I live with. Dating Z started as a way to pay my college bills. A cheap wig, a dress, and one viral video had given him the wrong impression. I never expected to fall for him. Now I want to meet the man behind the messages. But my roommate has started acting strangely. He apologizes. Brings me my favorite food. Blushes when I get too close. And when I send Z a teasing photo, a chair crashes across our room. Apparently, my boyfriend has a secret, too.