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.

For nine years, Catherine “Cat” Bennett kept the clients happy, the projects moving, and her shrinking team afloat. Then HR offered her a sixty percent pay cut. Same accounts. Same responsibilities. Less than half the salary. Her boss knew she was a single mother. He knew she had a mortgage and a son who needed asthma medication. He expected her to sign. Cat cried in her car instead. Then a former colleague called. Their biggest competitor had been trying to recruit her for years—and its CEO wanted a meeting. By the time Cat returned to give HR her answer, she had a signed offer in her bag. Her boss had prepared for an employee who couldn’t afford to leave. He hadn’t prepared for what losing her would cost.

For three years, Nathaniel Hayes has searched for a way to help his daughter walk again. Then, at an elegant family celebration, nine-year-old Lily takes the hand of a barefoot boy—and rises from her wheelchair. Nathaniel is stunned. Lily’s grandfather wants the boy removed. But ten-year-old Noah Bennett hasn’t come looking for money or a miracle. He recognizes something in Lily that the adults around her haven’t understood. As an unlikely friendship brings laughter back into the house, Lily begins talking about the accident that killed her mother. And someone in the family has a reason to wish she’d stayed silent.

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.

Julian Ashford once had enough money to keep Adrian Mercer in chains—and too little understanding of love to know why he wanted him to stay. Then Adrian destroyed his family’s fortune and waited for the spoiled young heir to come begging. Julian never did. Five years later, Julian delivers food through freezing rain, counts every dollar, and avoids the powerful man who ruined him. Adrian says he hates him. Julian believes him. But hatred doesn’t explain the car that follows him everywhere. The familiar candy beside his medicine. Or why Adrian keeps reaching for him after telling him to leave. Julian wants to call it even and move on. Then another man kisses him. That night, Adrian appears outside his door.

Emily Carter was hired to dance at a billionaire's charity gala. Instead, she became the evening's biggest joke. As wealthy socialites mocked her curves and laughed behind champagne glasses, Emily refused to stop dancing. But when a mysterious necklace slipped from her dress, billionaire Alexander Whitmore suddenly rose from his chair and shouted, "STOP THE MUSIC!" That necklace belonged to a Whitmore heiress who vanished decades ago. Now, the woman everyone humiliated may hold the key to...

I loved Julian Whitmore for nineteen years. On the night we made our marriage official, he murdered me for the heart beating in my chest. Death should have ended the betrayal. Instead, I became a ghost, forced to watch my husband play the grieving widower while my family helped bury the truth. I could see everything. Prove nothing. Touch no one. Then Lucian Blackwood began looking for me. My ruthless business rival. The man I had spent years fighting. The last person I expected to care whether I lived or died. While the people I loved profited from my disappearance, he refused to stop searching. And every secret I uncovered about him made my wasted life hurt more. I wanted revenge. I wanted my mother safe. But the closer Lucian came to the truth, the more frightened I became of what finding me would cost him.

Vivian Whitmore looked at the elegant Black woman standing in her father’s boardroom and decided she didn’t belong. First came the questions. Then the insults. Then Vivian slapped her in front of everyone. Amina Diop didn’t slap her back. She picked up her phone. “Hold tomorrow’s funding release.” Vivian had no idea she had just struck the founder of Diop Capital—the firm her family’s company desperately needed. But Amina had come to that meeting with questions of her own. Millions of dollars were unaccounted for. Someone had been approving payments for work nobody could produce. And the man standing beside Vivian had just recognized her. He looked terrified. Not because of the slap.