Brielle Dawson has spent eleven years blaming herself for the night her sister disappeared. When three armed men threaten a grandmother and a little girl outside her diner, she refuses to stand helplessly by again—even with a gun aimed at her chest. She has no idea she’s protecting the family of Matteo Moretti, Chicago’s most feared mafia boss. Matteo wants to repay her. His daughter wants her to stay. And Brielle is finding it dangerously easy to want a place in their lives. Then Matteo’s mother recognizes the girl in Brielle’s battered childhood photograph. Her missing sister once came to the Moretti family for help. To discover what happened afterward, Brielle must trust a man whose family name appears in the very records that could explain her sister’s disappearance—and decide whether the home he offers is one she can choose for herself.

Everyone at the billionaire charity gala treated Dante Moretti's autistic son like an embarrassment. Everyone except me. I was just a waitress trying to survive another exhausting shift when I saw eight-year-old Leo trembling beneath the grand staircase, overwhelmed by the noise and cruel whispers around him. I knelt beside him and gently tapped the marble floor four times. I never expected him to respond. And I certainly never expected his father—the most feared mafia boss in New York—to order his guards to investigate me. But when Dante tried to send me away, Leo grabbed my apron and whispered: **"Daddy, please don't make her go. She's the only one who asked me what I needed."** One unexpected moment brought me into the Moretti family's world. Behind Dante's ruthless reputation, I discovered a lonely father desperate to understand his son. And behind Leo's quiet eyes was a little boy who simply wanted someone to listen. I never intended to fall for a dangerous man. I never imagined loving his son like my own. But sometimes, the family you never knew you needed is the one that chooses you first. **His son chose me. But would his father ever let himself love me?**

For six years, Vincent Moretti ruled Chicago with an iron fist and a heart that had forgotten how to love. Until a four-year-old girl in an oversized black suit marched into his office. "I'm your new bodyguard, Mr. Vincent!" For the first time since his wife's death, the feared mafia boss laughed. But hours later, his most precious possession—his late wife's gold watch—disappeared. His trusted security chief accused Rosa Delgado, the little girl's single mother, of stealing it. Just as Vincent was about to make a decision, Lily stepped forward. "He's lying! I saw him put it in Mommy's pocket!" One innocent accusation exposed a dangerous secret. The man Vincent had trusted for ten years was hiding a betrayal that threatened his entire empire. Now, as enemies close in, Vincent must protect a brave little girl and the beautiful woman who refuses to bow to him. He thought he was saving them. He never imagined they would be the ones to save his heart.

For five years, I loved Julian Mercer. I answered every call, endured every humiliation, and convinced myself that one day, he would finally choose me. Then, at his birthday party, I heard him laugh. “He's not my boyfriend. I only invited him to serve drinks.” When I asked if he'd ever loved me, his answer was simple. “No.” That was the night I discovered something far worse than his rejection. I was trapped inside a toxic romance novel—one where I was destined to suffer for a hundred chapters before forgiving the man who destroyed me. So I decided to rewrite the ending. I disappeared. And when the world believed I was dead, I woke up in the care of Adrian Sterling—Crown City's coldest billionaire and Julian's most powerful rival. Adrian gave me everything Julian never had: patience, tenderness, and the freedom to choose. Then he confessed a secret. He'd been in love with me for six years. But just when I finally began falling for someone new, Julian discovered I was alive. And the man who never wanted me suddenly refused to let me go. This time, however, I wasn't waiting to be chosen. **I'd already chosen someone else.**

For seven years, Elliot loved billionaire CEO Adrian Sterling, only to discover he was nothing more than a substitute for Adrian's first love. Heartbroken, Elliot finally walks away—and finds comfort in the arms of Julian Bennett, the brilliant mathematician who never forgot him. But when Adrian realizes what he's lost, he refuses to let Elliot go. Now, caught between a possessive ex and a first love who never stopped waiting, Elliot must decide who truly deserves his heart.

Mason Carter has the perfect roommate. Adrian Bennett cooks his meals, reminds him to eat something other than instant noodles, and somehow puts up with his terrible sleeping habits. They bicker over groceries, steal each other's clothes, and spend most evenings together on the couch. They're practically an old married couple. At least, that's what Mason likes to joke. Then Adrian drops a bombshell: he's gay, his ex-boyfriend is getting married, and he needs Mason to pretend to be his boyfriend at the wedding. Easy enough, right? Except one fake kiss turns out to be a little too convincing. Suddenly, Mason can't stop noticing Adrian's lips, his hands, or the way his heart races whenever they get too close. And when Adrian finally gets tired of waiting for something that may never happen, he starts pulling away. No more late-night meals together. No more falling asleep on the same couch. And worst of all? Adrian starts dating someone else. Mason insists he's not jealous. He's straight, after all. So why does watching another man make Adrian smile feel like losing the one person who has always been his home?

The Last Man I Should Want Eight months ago, Rafael Costa kissed me like he’d been waiting years to do it. The next morning, he told a reporter I meant nothing to him. Now he’s sitting in my locker room, wearing my club’s shirt—and asking for a second chance. We’re supposed to compete for a starting place. Instead, he’s saving me breakfast, falling asleep beside me on away trips, and making it increasingly difficult to remember why I promised to keep my distance. I can handle him being my rival. I’m less prepared for how much I like having him as my boyfriend. Especially when there are cameras everywhere—and neither of us is particularly good at keeping our hands to ourselves.

Betrayed by her fiancé and her best friend, Nora Ellis escapes into a stranger’s hotel room—and finds shelter in the arms of a powerful Alpha. One unforgettable night leaves her carrying his child. But the enemies hunting her want more than her inheritance. Her blood can unlock her family’s hidden sanctuary, and they will stop at nothing to possess it. Forced to flee a hospital after giving birth, Nora returns to find her newborn daughter gone. For four years, she searches. A new lead brings her to the Silvermoon Pack, where she becomes nanny to Alpha Ronan Vale’s little girl. Maisie adores her, her sleeping wolf stirs whenever Ronan draws close, and the house begins to feel dangerously like home. Nora doesn’t know that the child curling up in her lap is the daughter she lost—or that her father is the man she has never forgotten.

I Chose the Dragon They Told Me to Fear On her wedding day, Elara Ashford discovers that her fiancé never intended to make her his wife. He intends to make her a sacrifice. Beneath the altar waits Ronan Blackthorn, the chained Dragon King whose stolen power sustains the queen’s rule. Elara’s blood will finish what years of torture could not—unless she makes a different choice. She steals a knife, opens his chains, and asks him to take her out alive. His price is a marriage oath. Now Elara shares a castle with a dangerous husband whose sharp tongue hides wounds he refuses to discuss. His people distrust her. Her former fiancé wants her back. And every unexpected kindness makes their practical arrangement harder to keep practical. She married him because she wanted to survive. Falling in love with him will give her something far more frightening to lose.

Peter Hayes thought Graham Schroeder was the perfect roommate: immaculate suits, sharp wit, expensive taste—and absolutely no romantic potential. They were both bottoms. They had decided that made them safe. For three years, they shared coffee, borrowed clothes, and dismissed every almost-kiss as a joke. Then an ill-advised confession changed everything. Now Graham wants Peter close, but refuses to call it love. He offers tenderness in private, then takes it back by morning. And when Peter discovers a side of Graham reserved for another man, their carefully maintained arrangement begins to unravel. Peter wants more than stolen moments. Graham would rather lose control of anything than admit who already has his heart. They built a home around the promise that they would never fall in love. Neither knows what to do now that the promise is broken.