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I’m the reaper my enemies never see coming. Then I go home to an empty flat where the silence has turned deafening. That changes when my beautiful, neurodivergent neighbor, who’s decided I’m her boyfriend, starts breaking into my home. And leaving me plants. It’s harmless. She’s harmless. Until the night she’s in the wrong place at the wrong time. Fallon Nova should’ve run when she saw me kill a man. Instead, she stayed and patched me up. Now she’s a witness. And witnesses don’t live long in my world.

She escaped her ex, broke, and pregnant. Only to be abducted by his identical twin brother...

I’m not the lost girl he thinks I am. He’s not the monster they warned me about. Drug enforcement isn’t just a job, it’s my passion. Until another bust goes sideways, crashing everything around me. Next, I’m sucked into a new world that leaves me with one choice to not only survive but to become a princess: Murder Connor Quinlan. He’s not just the Irish Mob’s most dangerous unhinged psycho, Connor is the one-night stand I can’t stop thinking about. And I’m the one he’s been looking for. Connor is rich, powerful, and a lethal heartbreaker, who is on a killing spree to eliminate his enemies.

I thought my partner Jett was straight. Off limits. Until a text meant for his brother lands in my phone. Now I know exactly what he feels when he looks at me. We’re supposed to be taking a break for the holiday away from the city. Instead, we’re playing with fire in the woods. Every glance, every breath, every touch is a risk neither of us can afford. Because in our world, love is a liability. All we have on this mountain is our secret. Our truth about what we are to each other. But what if I want more?

She’s the wrong bride but he’ll make her the perfect wife. She was my secret obsession. My best friend’s younger sister. But with our families at each other’s throats, I turned my back on the only woman I ever cared about. And I regretted the loss of her fiery spirit every day of my life. I learned to live with the pain and emptiness, vowing never to fall in love or marry another. But Lennox didn’t disappear. She was right there. Gorgeous. Successful. Ice cold. So close. But out of my reach. Years later our world is very different. With so many enemies, Irish blood must stay pure.

Unhinged. Charming. Dangerous. The brother of the man I’m prosecuting and now my stalker. I didn’t know Eoghan O’Rourke was a lawyer for the Irish Mob when I tried to put his brother in jail. And I shouldn’t have gotten drunk and yelled at him. I certainly shouldn’t have gone home with him. But I needed to get rid of my V-Card and a gorgeous mafia man who would never fall for a curvy womanlike me is the perfect one and done. Boy, was I wrong. Eoghan turns obsessed, jealous, and unhinged. I’m a prosecutor. He’s a criminal. We have nothing in common.

Seven years ago, Hadleigh Castille fell into my bed and never left my heart. Then she disappeared and my hunger for vengeance was born. My body wasn’t the same after that night. She left for war, but I lived a daily life of blood and violence for the Irish Mob. Now, I’ve risen to power in my own right, but to keep my crown I must align with the enemy. When he presents his sister to me as a bride, my heart takes a tumble. The woman I knew, the siren I never got over isn’t Hadleigh Castille, Navy Lieutenant. She’s the missing Greek Princess, Ava Zervas.

It started with a little white lie and ended with me being owned by a black-hearted mafia boss. And now... my baby daddy. Of all people to tease to live out a fantasy. I fell into bed with a hacker for the Irish mob: Balor O'Rourke. Who also happens to be my new lethally gorgeous boss with nerdy dark glasses, penetrating green eyes, and a body made for sin. He doesn't do relationships and I'm getting over an abusive ex. With that understanding, we shatter the rules, unleashing his unbridled desires and my carnal urges.

Shea-Lynne O’Rourke is no innocent princess. But she is off-limits. Older. Strong-Willed. Mouthy AF. That doesn’t stop me from wanting to possess this feisty Irish Rose and make the only woman I can’t have mine. She's my last bodyguard gig before I take my place in Quinlan Empire. I'm riddled with scars and past sins, too filthy for an angel. Who surprises me with a savage taste for the forbidden.

Cruel. Insane. Furious. Lachlan O’Rourke crashed my wedding, saw the bruises under my veil, and now… he’s my new husband. He’s untamed and reclusive and says I’m way too young and innocent for a monster like him. He keeps reminding me this is just a marriage of convenience to keep me safe until the ballet conservatory accepts me.

Protecting him is my duty, but falling for him could be my undoing. I’ve spent five years burying my past, leaving behind the violence and bloodshed of my former life as a Bratva enforcer. Now, I’m just Luca—the quiet guy who keeps his head down, working security for a professional hockey team. I don’t get close to anyone, and I definitely don’t let anyone get close to me. But then I’m assigned to protect Max Ryan, the team’s star defenseman, and everything changes. He's my obsession. My crush.

Years ago, I told him I loved him. But he told me I was too young and he was too dangerous. Then he saved me from a vicious bratva attack and I saw him commit unspeakable crimes. That made me a witness. So I disappeared and left that world behind. I joined the FBI, started a new life,and never saw him again. Until I took an assignment that sent bullets flying and next, I’m hit, staring at those blue eyes once again.

It was supposed to be a one-night stand with a sinfully gorgeous stranger. A man I’d never see again. I was stranded, he had a hotel room (which I had broken into), and the rest is history. Until he shows up at my doorstep five years later with a marriage proposal.

Drop-dead gorgeous. Rich as sin. With a closed-off heart of stone, Kieran O’Rourke is the head of the Irish Mob. And my new fiance. To finance my father’s war with the bratva, I’m being sold to a savage.

I celebrated a little too much after I purchased a racehorse favored to win the Kentucky Derby. I let down my guard and the next thing I know, I woke up beside the daughter of the man my father hates. Married. I should divorce her immediately, only she knows everything about the horse racing world and I know, well, nothing. We also made quite a scene at the auction and everyone thinks we're in love.

After years of breaking my back to make it in country music, a songwriter penned me a masterpiece. Then Music City called and that demo landed me my first contract. We’d spent all summer writing music and getting close, but when Harper wanted more, I walked away. And became a star. Seven years later, I’m raising my daughter alone and hanging on by a thread. My career is tanking, but my manager signed me to a small Nashville label.

After five years since the disappearance of my fiancé, I’m still looking over my shoulder. When she shows up back in our small town, I’m shocked, to say the least. But I need answers in order to put the past behind me. But one kiss changes everything. Just when I’m a heated powder keg ready to blow, Faith announces she’s moving to London. That means she’s off-limits. I survived her leaving me once. I doubt I’ll survive again.

It was one night. No names. No problem. I gave myself over to the kind of desire I didn’t think I could feel again. When I woke up she was gone. Now she’s back. In my office. My turf.

Ever get drunk and depressed on New Year’s Eve and order a personal trainer? Because I was so tipsy, I ordered three. When they all show up the next day, devilish smiles and looking at me with rippling muscles, sculpted abs, and tight butts, I feel even more out of shape.

I’m the toughest veterinarian professor at Tatum College. And I want to keep it that way. But a stunning, tough-as-nails city girl who treats sick cows like a puppy with a cold has me losing my mind. I’m pushing 40 and don’t need to be tempted by a goddamn 20-something in skin-tight jeans with a smart mouth. A mouth I want to do the dirtiest things to. When she leaves a phone number on her final exam, I pounce.