8353 Book(s) Related to don t let her come back the echo ridge trilogy

I was employee No.001, building his startup with him right from the garage.
Then a subordinate draped in an IvyLeague aura arrived, and he pushed me ruthlessly aside.
Crushed by betrayal, I fled eight hundred miles to Seattle and rebuilt my career at a rival tech giant. When anonymous online smears sought to ruin my reputation, I unmasked every one of her lies.
He fell from his CEO throne. I stepped into my welldeserved spotlight, and I will never be anyone’s second choice.

Book1 (Chapter 1~188, completed):
“Please...come back to me, be my Luna again, Charlotte,” Hayden said.
I sneered. “You don't even qualify to be my Omega. What makes you think I would want to be your Luna?”
“Then let me be your slave,” the shameless mate who had rejected me begged.

I had been claimed and married to my mate, Hayden for three years, but everything changed when his brother died. He began to ignore me and get closer to his brother’s widow, Sofia.
Everyone could see how much he favored Sofia over his own mate, me.
I turned a blind eye and endured it all because he was my destined mate and I loved him so much.
But Sofia framed me for causing her miscarriage and everyone blamed me for it, not to mention my mate.
My mate forced me to kneel and apologize to that bitch who had tried many times to drive wedges between me and my mate, with the help of his sister, Milla.
Hayden didn't even want to listen to my explanations. He gave me a choice - apologize or divorce.
I would never apologize for something I didn't do and thus I chose divorce.
No one knew I was actually the next-Alpha-in-line of one of the most powerful packs. After the divorce, I went back to my pack and take over my birthright - becoming a powerful Alpha and showing Hayden that he was nothing to me and my life was better off without him!


Book2( From chapter 189~287, completed):
As the Alpha princess, I enjoy all the glory and wealth, but my heart only yearns for freedom and love.
Much to my luck, I found my fated mate, Alpha Shawn Evander when I was nineteen.
He is one the most eligible bachelors currently, but my parents, especially Dad is so against our mateship, he keeps urging me to break up with Shawn.
Why should I break up with my fated mate? I love him too much and decided to make a bold choice - to marry him during my twentieth birthday party secretly.
So, it should be a happy day, right?
Nope.
Imagine my shock when I saw my bestie and Shawn together, betraying me during what was supposed to be our wedding day!
In the end, I didn’t get married to him and went to a bar to drown my sorrow when I stumbled across an Alpha who needed a mate to break his curse, and we decided to have a contract marriage between us.
But when I went home and sobered up, I realized who that Alpha was - Alpha Maximillian Vestvertine, also known as the most ruthless and arrogant Alpha of all.
However, I never ezxpect that this coldest Alpha would be so eagar to have me....

Ember thought she was ordinary. A farm girl destined for a simple life until fire exploded from her hands and assassins murdered her parents in the flames.

Now she's trapped at Velmora Academy, where magic is power and she has none. She can't control her fire. She's bullied by elite students who see her as worthless. And she's caught the dangerous attention of the five most powerful males in the academy—a dragon shifter who watches her like prey, a vampire whose bite has bonded them against his will, a werewolf whose flirtation hides devastating loss, a mountain lion who protects her with quiet intensity, and a harpy who's seen her die in seventeen different futures.

But when shadow creatures attack and a second element awaken inside her—impossible, forbidden—Ember realizes the truth. She's not ordinary. She's the Fire Queen, prophesied to wield all four elements and either save the world or burn it to ash.

The Dark World is hunting her. A spy walks the academy halls. Ancient portals are cracking. And Ember must master powers that have destroyed every woman before her, or watch everyone she loves die.

Some destinies are written in fire. Hers will consume everything.

I was dying, and my husband was busy planning a lavish welcome-home party for his true love—my stepsister.
For years, I was the despised "country girl" who ruined their perfect romance. So, I decided to finally give him what he wanted: divorce papers, and my quiet disappearance. Let them be happy.
What Cillian didn't know was that my terminal illness was the fatal price of a brutal lie—an organ stolen from my body years ago to save her life.
By the time the bloody truth unraveled and he tore the world apart looking for me, I was already gone.
But the final countdown of my life—and the death of our bitter marriage—all began on the day I received my death sentence...

Book 1 - Treasured Yet Discarded
During the day, Nalani Contreras works at the local diner, while at night, she's bussing tables at one of the most exclusive clubs in LA.

Though struggling to pay her bills, Nalani feels blessed and contented with her life, making her in no way prepared for the storm about to tear through her peaceful existence.

A chance encounter sees Nalani gaining the attention of famous actor Julian Easton.

But what begins as a whirlwind romance, quickly becomes a series of events filled with lies, betrayal and an unknown assailant wishing her harm.

When all is said and done, will Nalani find herself Treasured or Discarded?

Book 2 - Coveted But Unseen (coming in 2025)
Book 3 - Forbidden Though Desired (coming in 2026)

My husband's first love was in trouble.
When the news came, I was lying on the operating table.
Dr. Miller put down his scalpel and said to Dr. Johnson, "I'll leave my wife's surgery to you."

"If I don’t go now, I might regret it for the rest of my life."

With that, he turned and walked away.
Watching my husband's retreating figure, I couldn't hold back—tears fell.
The next second, the cold blade of a scalpel touched my skin.

Dr. Johnson spoke calmly, "Why the tears? With me here, you'll be fine."

Kelly Brook thought her secret marriage to Anderson Grant would shield her from her previous scandal, but everything crumbled when she discovered Anderson’s betrayal—a hidden affair with her estranged twin sister, Kate. Forced to announce her own divorce, Kelly struggles to hold her composure as she faces public judgment and private heartbreak. With her resources tied to Anderson’s career and overshadowed by her sister. Kelly must decide whether to fight for redemption or let her past destroy her future.

"Sign it or go to jail."
"I'm done with this marriage. I already got what I wanted, so you're no longer needed."
Dale Beldson said it calmly, without guilt, as if ending our marriage meant nothing.
In that moment, Chloe Dave finally understood the truth. To him, she had never been important.
With tears in her eyes, she signed the divorce papers and walked away from the life she once fought so hard to keep.
She left his house, his family, and the illusion of love behind.
But she made herself a promise. One day, she would come back stronger. She would become someone no one could ignore again.
Chloe once believed marrying Dale was the happiest moment of her life. He was powerful, admired, and the man she had loved for years.
That belief did not last.
Her marriage turned cold, her husband distant, and his family never accepted her. Still, she held on, hoping there was at least a small place for her in his heart.
Everything fell apart when she was framed by Nora, his closest friend. She was accused of crimes she did not commit, yet Dale chose to believe another woman over his own wife.
That was when Chloe stopped hoping.
When she returns, she will not be the same woman he cast aside.
And this time, she will be the one walking away while he watches.

Here is an adaptation crafted in the style of a bestselling contemporary Western psychological thriller or domestic drama hook, using fast-paced, high-tension American English:

For three years, I was the envy of Manhattan’s elite—the untouchable heiress with the flawless life.

My husband? The media constantly fawned over him, dubbing him "God’s gift to women" and the absolute epitome of a perfect gentleman.

Then came the video. The damn video that shattered it all.

Kneeling on the floor, wearing a thick leather collar like a pathetic stray, was the man I had loved deeply for years.

At the other end of the leash stood another woman, the stiletto of her red-soled Louboutin pressing ruthlessly into his cheek.

"Tell me, what are you?" she demanded.

"I'm Mistress Elena's dog," he whimpered. "I just want to get away from Sienna... I'm so sick of that suffocating bitch."

Every vow, every promise we ever made, instantly dissolved into a sick, twisted joke.

But instead of breaking down, I just smiled. And I hit save.

If he wanted to act like a dog so badly, I’d be more than happy to oblige. I was going to make sure he choked on that damn leash.

After the wedding, my husband moved his dead fiancée's mother into our guest room. The whole town called it the kindest thing they'd ever seen.
Every morning, Dione made me a green smoothie. Her grandmother's recipe, she said. Good for the nerves.
I never drank a single one. I poured them all into the chicken feed.
In my last life, I drank them. One a day, for thirty days.
Then I started losing time. I would blink at breakfast and come back at dinner. I found notes in my own handwriting that I never wrote.
I begged Julian to take me to a doctor. He held my shoulders and smiled. "You're just tired, baby. Drink your smoothie."
On the thirtieth night, I fell asleep in my own bed, in my own body.
I never woke up. Someone else did.
This time, every glass went to Nugget, the smallest of my backyard hens.
And one night, a hen crowed in my backyard.
Hens don't crow. And we don't have a rooster.

Kelly Brook thought her secret marriage to Anderson Grant would shield her from her previous scandal, but everything crumbled when she discovered Anderson’s betrayal—a hidden affair with her estranged twin sister, Kate. Forced to announce her own divorce, Kelly struggles to hold her composure as she faces public judgment and private heartbreak. With her resources tied to Anderson’s career and overshadowed by her sister. Kelly must decide whether to fight for redemption or let her past destroy her future.

"Emily Johnson, don't even think about escaping!" Alex growled, gripping her chin.

Emily’s cheeks flushed crimson, her voice stubborn. "Aren't you just unwilling to let go?"

Alex sneered, "How long has it been since the divorce, and you've already forgotten the rules? Your body remembers me well enough. Now, take it."

His massive, vein-ridged member, terrifying in size and radiating heat, slapped against Emily’s face.

Alex let out a cold laugh. "Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."

——

During their three-year contract marriage, Emily thought she couldn't warm Alex’s heart because he was naturally cold. It wasn't until she saw him accompanying Grace to a prenatal checkup—treating her with such tenderness that he couldn't bear to see her suffer even a slight grievance—that Emily finally understood. He wasn't incapable of love; he just didn't love her.

Emily calmly signed the divorce papers and took her own pregnancy report with her when she left.

But after Emily vanished completely, Alex went insane, scouring the entire city for her.

When they finally met again, Alex’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice hoarse. "Emily, I was wrong... please, come back to me."

Adriano Moretti rules the city’s underworld in smoke-filled rooms and blood-soaked streets. In the daylight, he’s the king of the tech world—tailored suits, sharp smiles, every inch the respectable billionaire. But to those who cross him, he’s the executioner they never see coming.

Some confessions are meant to heal.
Others are meant to be hunted.

The Service was never supposed to be justice.
Disguised as anonymous therapy, it became a place where millions confessed their darkest sins—believing no one was listening.

They were wrong.

He built The Service to find the truth behind the fire that killed the woman he loved.

It was never about power.
It was never about control.
It was about hearing her name spoken by the person responsible.

Then Isabella returns.

Very much alive and changed. Carrying a child he never knew existed.

Six years after the fire, the ghost he buried walks back into his life, and Adriano refuses to let her disappear again. What begins as control turns into confrontation. Old wounds reopen. Secrets surface. And love—sharper, angrier, and more dangerous than before—demands to be reckoned with.

But the past isn’t finished with them.

A rogue system, born from betrayal and grief, resurfaces—one that can turn the city itself into a weapon. And the truth about the night that tore them apart finally comes to light.

Adriano must choose between the man he became in the ashes…
and the family he never knew he could still have.

"Ember Hart, don't even think about escaping!" Asher growled, his grip tightening ruthlessly on my chin. "It’s only been how long since the rejection? Has your body already forgotten me? Liar."
The sheer, terrifying heat of his massive, vein-ridged length slapped against my face.
"Don't even dream of leaving me, baby. You can only be mine."
——
I’m Ember.
For three years, I’ve been Asher’s Luna.
I always believed I could never warm his heart because he was born cold, distant, and incapable of love.
Then I saw him accompanying Chloe to her prenatal appointments.
For the first time, I watched him treat a woman with such tenderness and care. He noticed every little discomfort, shielded her from every hardship, and couldn’t bear to see her upset for even a second.
That was when I finally understood.
It wasn’t that Asher didn’t know how to love.
He simply didn’t love me.
Heartbroken, I accepted the truth and left the pack, carrying the secret of our child with me.
But when fate brought us together again, Asher stood before me with bloodshot eyes and a shattered voice. “Ember, I was wrong…” “Please.” “Come back to me.”

Caroline Mercer once believed kindness could be proven by sacrifice. She took in two orphaned children, gave them schools, doctors, tutors, rooms beside her daughter's nursery, and a path into the Mercer name.

Years later, those children returned as witnesses against her. Sloane Vale smiled for the cameras while calling Caroline a monster. Nolan Vale handed federal investigators a beautiful stack of forged evidence. Caroline's husband was broken, her company was seized, and her only daughter, Evelyn, died after being traded into a marriage meant to protect everyone else's reputation.

Then Caroline opened her eyes on the morning the Vale children first arrived at her door.

This time, she would feed them. She would house them. She would educate them. She would keep every receipt, every doctor's report, every legal notice.

But she would never again give strangers the keys to her child's future.

"All of you. I need you in me, your mouths sucking me dry, you hands leaving bruises, and your cocks wrecking me inside out. Ruin me. I want your cum trapped deep, branding me. Fill me and don't let shit leak out."


Yeeted through a cosmic butthole, I crash landed thousands of years in the future… and somehow woke up glowing like a damn goddess. Now FaeNet worships me, the royals want me dead, and six dangerously hot psychos won’t let me out of their sight.

A cocky dragon king who thinks he owns me.
A pirate panther shifter with a daggered grin.
A tattooed vampire who bites first and jokes later.
An Alpha Werewolf whose growl makes the ground shake.
A demon shifter with wings, horns, and way too much stamina.
And a golden god who literally sets the sky on fire.

They’re mine. All of them. And if the prophecy is right, together we’re supposed to save the realms… or burn them down.

Too bad the Entity’s army of bone collecting nightmares is already hunting me, and court politics are just as deadly as shadow beasts. One wrong move and I’m not just doomed.....I’m dragging my whole chaotic harem with me.

✨ Tropes you’ll devour!!

Reverse Harem 💕 (why choose?)
Dragon Shifters 🐉
Alpha Werewolf 🐺
Dark Fae 👑
Demon Daddy Energy 🔥
Tattooed Vampire 🩸
Kinky Mate Bonds 🖤
Prophecy & Trials 🔮
Found Family ❤️
LGBTQ+ inclusivity 🌈

Yeeted through time. Crowned by chaos. Desired by six.

If you like spicy fantasy romance, unhinged banter, and a heroine who would fight gods and still flip them off, Accidentally Divine will ruin your sleep schedule.

He was caught on camera… carrying an unconscious girl.

By morning, the internet had already decided what he did to her.

Kael Voss was supposed to be untouchable, campus golden boy, hockey captain, future pro.
Until one video destroyed everything.

Now he’s the face of a scandal he won’t explain…
and the most hated man on campus.

Nova Reyes didn’t just believe the story,
she told it to the world.

With one viral podcast episode, she turned outrage into a wildfire,
and Kael into a monster.

But when a ruthless reality show forces them into a fake relationship for the cameras,
hate isn’t the only thing burning between them anymore.

Because the truth Kael is hiding?
It isn’t just about that night.

It’s about the girl in the hospital…
the camera that was already waiting…
and a secret powerful enough to destroy far more than his life.

And the more Nova digs, the more terrifying it becomes.

She didn’t just expose a lie.

She walked straight into something that was never meant to be seen.

Now the cameras are always watching.
The threats are getting closer.
And the man she swore to ruin… might be the only one trying to keep her alive.

Not your average rebel princess, Rasha’s purple and carries two swords while fighting for all ten kingdoms. Rasha enjoys the independence that comes with being a professional courier with a perfect record in the Bolaji kingdoms, that is until she's tasked to deliver a mysterious package from the tenth king to the prince of the first kingdom. When the package is accidentally opened her hidden royal past could be exposed, and she might lose her precious freedom for good. Worse than that the troublesome package could ruin her entire life. If you want to escape into a young adult fantasy adventure on a faraway world, you’ll love this one. Buy The Courier’s Code and immerse yourself in the Bolaji kingdoms today!

After I found out about the secret admirer he’s been talking to for the past two months the, he throws divorce papers at my face after being married for six months. He claims that his admirer would give him half of the Williamson cooperation. He thinks I’m the naive middle class woman he married but what he doesn’t know is I’m the owner of the Williamson Cooperation, the company I inherited from my father’s as his only child just before he died. Throws out of the house, I decided to reclaim my power and move back to my estate. I hosted a convention where the secret admirer would be handing him the properties and I put everyone in shock when I show up and they find out it’s me. Richard begs at my feet for mercy but I totally ignore him and choose his personal assistant who has always been good to me from the very day I stepped into Richard’s mansion as his wife

"Riley, look at yourself in the mirror. God, you're such a slut."

Riley was held from behind, the man positioning her like a toddler being helped to pee, all three mirrors reflecting her stretched-open pussy and her hole glistening wet.

"Squeeze." His other hand pinched her nipple and pulled it outward. "Someone's knocking at the door. You'd better not make a sound."


Warning: This book will have you dripping from the very first page.

This is not just a pure romance — it's also a story burning with raw, explicit sex between men. The male lead gets bent over his boss's desk and spanked on his pussy, gets fucked to climax by his professor in front of a classroom full of students, gets cornered in a bathroom by his foster father until he pisses himself from overstimulation.


He was once the finest hunter in the Human-Vampire Hunter's Association. Now he has fallen for three men of vastly different identities. To keep all three of them, he learned to anticipate what each man wants, learned to use his own orgasms as leverage.

The Association's president pins him to the sofa and fucks him all night without stopping — load after load until he ends up pregnant. The academy professor makes him kneel under the desk and work his cock with his mouth while a student stands just on the other side of the table. His gentle foster father presses him down onto the carpet, whispering filthy words about his pussy while slapping his clit until it swells red.


He gets fucked between his tits until cum pools along his collarbones, then lowers his head and licks every drop clean himself. He gets pressed against the floor-to-ceiling window and taken from behind, nipples flat against the cold glass, each thrust sending a jolt of numbness through his chest. In the bathroom he gets held up like a child and made to let go, piss and cum running down his thighs together.


On the surface, he's the one getting pinned down and fucked senseless in every imaginable place. But he was never just a toy to be passed around.

In the end, he becomes the man who gets fucked until his legs give out — and still has every single one of them trained to orbit around him like obedient dogs.


This is a story about men who start out blind to their own feelings, sleeping with the male lead purely for the pleasure of it. Then, one by one, they fall genuinely in love with him — and willingly become his.


If you love watching him forced to drip wet while still gritting his teeth and talking dirty, love watching the men who were supposed to protect him pin him down in every possible place and fuck him until he loses his mind, love the image of cum sliding down his thighs, his throat stuffed so deep it makes him gag — then turn the page and start reading.

This book contains heavy themes such as inappropriate language, explicit sexual content, violence and very explicit torture.

This book will tell three different stories, as soon as one story ends another mafia story will begin.

Hope you like.


ROMANCE AGE GAP/ PLUS SIZE/ NEGRA/ MAFIA.

Melissa Miller is a 24-year-old plus-size black woman. She didn't expect that by going to a club to have fun, she would end up meeting men who would change her life forever.

Two extremely handsome men with an air of danger. Every touch of her body heightened the desire for them.

She wanted them.

Just like them.

They wanted her so badly they would do anything to get their hands on her.

What she doesn't know is that these two men are actually the bosses of the American Mafia.

What was just desire was turning into something more.

"Say it again," His hand travelled down to my belly, deliberate and sinful, threatening to touch places he shouldn't. "Tell me you still hate me."

"I hate you," my voice turned out weak, drowning by the desire that only him can give. "After tonight, I'll drag you to hell with me."

A sexy chuckle escaped from him as his tongue ran through my jaw. "Hell will be heaven as long as I'm with you."

Maeve Bloodmoon’s life was perfect—until a brutal purge under the Alpha King’s order turned her life upside down. With her family and whole pack dead by the hands of the man she trusted the most-—the King’s son—Maeve’s heart was crushed into pieces until it was nothing but speck of dust.

Years later, she returned. With a heart as hard as steel and a mind filled with revenge, Maeve infiltrated the palace. Hidden under a false name and an armor of a knight, she swore that every sword she yields will bring her to her goal: to avenge her pack, destroy everyone who ruined her bloodline, and usurp the throne.

But fate is never merciful. With her old lover and traitor being the high commander she needs to bow to, Maeve needs to make sure her mask won’t crack. Not when the strong bond that connects him to her refuses to die and threatens to shatter everything she has built.

Our mother died broke. Three months later Camilla Castellano drove down to Atlantic City and offered to take my sister and me into her family.
One of us she would adopt. Her name, her money, her protection for life.
The other would marry her only son, the man who runs that family after her.
We had to pick that night, before either of us had laid eyes on him.
My sister picked first, and she picked daughter. The wife's the one they shoot at, she said. And a woman that rich doesn't come shopping in a place like this unless something is badly wrong with her boy.
Nothing was wrong with her boy.
So I got the son my sister didn't want, and Rafe Castellano spent three years sure I had worked my way to him on purpose. He took the family's accounts off me and handed them to my sister. He told a room full of people that a life with me turned his stomach.
Two weeks before the wedding, I asked his mother to change the bride.
He didn't believe me. He wouldn't come to the church. He signed the license without reading the name above his own.
He lifted the veil that night to tell me he was sorry.
I wasn't the one underneath it.

In my last life, the heatwave collapse began with me turning an abandoned warehouse into a safe zone. I stocked it, fortified it, and brought my girlfriend inside. That same night, she slid the bolts open from within and let an armed crew storm the place. They threw me out to die.

I survived the heat, only to learn too late that it was just the warning. The real purge came next, when brutal cold hit overnight and froze me to death in the snow.

Then I opened my eyes and found myself back one month before disaster.

While everyone else rushed to buy water and fans, I was the only one who knew the heat was just the beginning. The deep freeze was what would really wipe people out.

This time, I explained nothing. I poured everything I had into diesel, insulation, winter stoves, generators, and turned that warehouse into a fortress built for the cold.

She came again, just like before. This time, I never let her through the door. So she ran straight to the armed gang and had them surround my warehouse for three full days.

She thought trapping me inside meant she’d already won.

What she didn’t know was that in just a few more days, the freeze would arrive.

And the people outside had no fuel, no winter gear, no way to stay warm.

They weren’t waiting for me to break.

They were waiting for their own deaths.

Tessa gave up everything for her husband—her career, her family, her dignity—only to be discarded when his past walked back into his life.
Broken, she signs the divorce papers and leaves.

Years later, she returns as a woman the world kneels before and Smith realizes too late that the wife he broke has become the reckoning he cannot escape.

She's back powerful, untouchable, and unforgiving.

This time, she isn’t asking for love.
She’s collecting debts.

Noah Carter doesn’t lose control.

Captain of Ridgeway University’s team.
Disciplined. Admired. Untouchable.

Until Elias Moore.

Soft skirts. Sharp eyes. Unapologetically visible.

What starts as a glance turns into a secret.
What should have been one mistake becomes an addiction.

Noah tells himself it’s temporary.
Elias knows better.

Because desire doesn’t disappear just because you refuse to name it.

And when reputation collides with need, someone will have to choose what matters more — the life they built, or the truth they can’t outrun.

Some mistakes burn.

Some demand to be claimed.

Blake's keeping me locked up in a villa outside the city, with a dozen bodyguards watching me around the clock. They won't let me step foot outside my room.

He once promised Vanessa, the woman he never got over, that he'd give her company shares and his estate. Now she's back after her divorce, pregnant, crying to Blake that I threatened her, told her to give up what he promised, and that I wanted to hurt her and her baby.

Blake believed her.

He's convinced I'm evil and gold-digging. He locked me up here while he stays at the hospital, never leaving Vanessa's side.

I'm going into sudden labor, crying and begging him to let me go to a hospital. I swear I never wanted those things, never hurt her.

Blake just sneers. "You're such a liar. I don't believe a single word from someone as vicious as you. After Vanessa delivers, I'll get you a doctor. Stop trying to fool me."

But when he finally sees my body, he completely falls apart.

When the zombie apocalypse hit, my girlfriend called me weak and hypocritical. She said only the strong deserved to survive, then handed the map of the base I had spent two years building to a warlord and watched me bleed out in the dirt.

Then I opened my eyes and woke up four months earlier.

The warlord had not arrived yet.
I did not expose her. I did not beg her to stay. I quietly reinforced the walls, emptied the warehouse, and dug traps beyond the fence.

She passed the intel like before. She opened the gate like before. She thought she would win again, and she thought I would be softhearted again.

She only realized the truth after leading them into the warehouse and finding an empty cage.

She dropped to her knees in the mud, begging the warlord to take her with him. But the strong man she chose kicked her off the truck and left her for the dead.

At last, she tasted the rule she worshipped.

Nyra Vale was born without a wolf, and rejected by the one man fate chose for her.

When her Alpha mate turns his back on her, Nyra leaves her pack with nothing but a broken heart and the gift of healing she was never allowed to be proud of. She disappears into the wild, determined to survive on her own.

But fate is not done with her yet.

Wounded and close to death, Nyra is saved by Rowan, a powerful Lycan who has long given up hope of finding a mate. In his territory, she finds safety, strength, and a man who does not look at her like she is lacking.

As a deadly curse begins to spread through the packs, Nyra’s healing becomes the one thing that can stop it. The Alpha who once rejected her must now kneel before her for help. But some bonds, once broken, can never be healed.

She will save them all.
She just won’t give her heart away again.

Losing the memory of who you were growing up sucks. Trying to find a job after graduating college in a bad economy sucks even more.
For Esmeralda Griffin, being offered a job as a secretary to the CEO of the biggest company in the continent is a once in a lifetime opportunity she's going to grab with both hands even if she has never heard nothing good about him.
When the CEO turns out to be a man she has been previously seeing a younger version of in her dreams, she is confused. When he starts to claim that she's his lost fiance, things get crazy.
For the heir to the stone empire, life has no meaning since he failed in protecting his one and only love. Work, one night stands and alcohol define his very existence but when his new assistant Esmeralda comes into the picture, a new hope sets in.
Could she be the one he has been searching for for years?

In her past life, Arabella Oberon was the lowest-ranking member of the Oberon family.

She genuinely took in Regina, the butler's daughter, only to be constantly manipulated by this cunning and manipulative woman.

Regina gradually stole the love from her three brothers.

Arabella was forced to give Regina blood transfusions time and again, her weight plummeting to a mere eighty-eight pounds.

Ultimately, under the relentless pressure from her brothers, she jumped out of a window in despair and died. Her last words were,

"What about Regina's blood transfusions?"

When she opened her eyes again, Arabella found herself reborn three years earlier—the very day Regina appeared at her doorstep crying, begging for help.

Looking at the pitiful, tearful girl before her, Arabella smiled.

No more soft-heartedness.

No more groveling.

Instead, she "kindly" arranged for Regina to move into the servants' quarters, to earn her own living through honest labor.

Faced with her brothers who sided with her, she no longer bothered to please them.

And towards her former fiancé, Theodore, whom she had once fawned over, she remained cold, distant, and indifferent.

Moreover, in this life, they would discover that her identity was far more than just the eldest daughter of the Oberon family.

"When the first one is born, a curse shall soak the soil with blood."

He said he would come back. He had made a promise to King Lucas Romero, and he was going to keep it. A human would give birth to a girl he would battle against. The child would be bound to him by the goddess, but he would destroy her himself. This would be her destiny, and no one could change it.

That which is ordained by the gods cannot be changed.

WARNING: This book is dark. Read at your own risk.

I have once killed a man.
He was my first love. Everything about him was like a dream come true until my blindness was lifted, and I realised he was my greatest mistake.
Eugene would beat me to a stupor, yet I played the role of a happy wife on the outside. I had lost two pregnancies because of him, but I hoped he would change. He promised to. He would buy me tons of gifts to apologise, yet he always returned to being the beast he was the very next night.
I could tell no one about the unexpected turn my relationship with Eugene had taken because no one would believe me.
Even when I escaped and ran to an old lady for help, he made me look like the villain.
I had lost hope. I was seven months into my third pregnancy when he tore my skin with a blade. I struggled and struggled until I stabbed him mercilessly.
That should have been my happy ending.
I gave birth to my child and started a new life in a new place.
Like a new dawn, my life was finally becoming perfect... until I woke up to see my daughter drowning in the bathtub.
Written on the mirror was a message in blood.
'I'm back.'
Now, he haunts my baby every night, and I wake up covered in bruises as though he abuses me in my sleep.
I reported every incident to the police, but even though there were clues, no one could find him.
However, in my lowest moment, only Detective Dorian stood by me. He was the only one who made me feel safe.
And he promised to help me catch the person behind my misfortunes.

On National College Decision Day, my two childhood best friends announced they were ditching the Ivy League to follow a scheming charity case to a garbage community college.
In my last life, I informed their parents.
It worked. Their futures were saved, but they killed me for it.
"Let go of me!"
Hayes had my wrist in a death grip, dragging me toward the edge. Ezra stood behind him, hands in his pockets.
"If you hadn't interfered, Willow would still be alive."
"Now it's your turn."
Then I was falling from the stadium bleachers.
I opened my eyes. Decision Day again.

My husband handed me divorce papers at 2 AM—right after he'd had his way with me. Three years of marriage, and he never once believed I was anything but a scheming woman who trapped him. He said he wanted his real love back. I said I wanted our daughter.
He laughed and told me I couldn't afford to raise her alone.
He was right about one thing: I needed money. So I took the only job that could change everything. He showed up at the presentation as the client. When he saw my work, his face went pale. He accused me of plagiarizing a famous designer—the very genius who had saved his company years ago.
He has no idea.
That genius is me.
And he's about to find out exactly who he just let go.

Divorce + Winning Back the Ex + Clear-headed Heroine + Career Comeback
Amelia Carter had sacrificed her career for love, staying in a secret marriage for three years. Every day, she prepared lunch with her own hands for Eric Reeves—only to be repaid with trending headlines of him accompanying his "first love" to a prenatal checkup.
Her heart turned to ice.
Slamming the divorce papers in front of him, she said coolly, "Sign it. I'm setting you free."
Later, when he came begging with red-rimmed eyes, she merely smirked. "Mr. Reeves, the whole city knows you're... lacking. I still have my pride to maintain."

My husband's foster sister, Delilah, gets poisoned and ends up paralyzed. My husband, Grayson, the Don of this whole crime family, doesn't even bother checking the security cameras. He just throws me, two months pregnant, into the cistern where they punish traitors.

"Tessa, hand over the antidote, or die."

I kneel in the freezing swamp water and beg him. I didn't poison her.

He answers with a kick to the stomach.

For three straight days, I suffer down there. Leeches tear into my skin. My baby turns into a pool of black blood and dissolves into the filthy water. By the end, my vocal cords tear to shreds, my body goes cold, and I stop breathing.

His men get on their knees and beg him to spare me. He just sneers.

"That woman's always been good at playing the victim. No food, no medicine. Let her keep soaking."

Three days later, he finally walks into the cistern, and it's only to give me an ultimatum.

"Crawl out and apologize to Delilah on your knees. Otherwise I'll strip you of your title and sell you off to a trafficking ring. You'll wish you were dead."

No one answers him.

He has no idea. I already am.

I used to be the Federation's top agent, codename Frostblade. Until my fiancée and my partner stabbed me in the back and threw me into Blackrock Fortress—a black site hellhole that doesn't exist on any map. Against all odds, I broke out and made it back home, only to find my family's graves dug up, my mother murdered in the bathtub, and a shell casing stamped with a cartel insignia. My sister is missing, my father has been framed, and six of my informants were butchered—all signs point to the exact same name. Nobody believes a man who was supposed to rot in a cell can flip the board, but I'm back.

My name is Grace Lawson. In everyone’s eyes, I’m a young, beautiful, and widely renowned hypnotist.
I’m also the girlfriend and cooperative partner of Adrian Carter, a rising star in the business world.
Lovers and partners—we raked in money together, winning big and shining bright.
In just three years—one thousand days and nights—I stood by him from nothing to everything, through every storm.
And yet, even with love and profit working well together, he still wouldn’t bring up marriage.
Until I happened to hear him say:
“A woman like Grace Lawson isn’t suited to be a wife.”
“Who knows if the love I feel for her is just one of her schemes?”
Later, I broke my promise and hypnotized him.
That was when he finally got scared—when he understood my hypnosis could make him willingly do anything.
But I only said softly: “Adrian Carter, close your eyes… Forget me. Forget me completely.”

He was the gentlest male nurse in the hospital, and it took him three years to fall in love with a woman of exceptional talent.

She was the most dazzling female director of the cardiothoracic surgery department, and she was used to his humble flattery and took his efforts for granted.

Three years of companionship couldn't outweigh a single word: "Get lost."

When he finally left, heartbroken, she realized—

The "little nurse" she used to dislike had long since become the most important person in her life.

Some loves, once lost, are lost forever.

Some missed opportunities are regrets that can never be undone.

As a regular student, I never expected to fit into the world of trust fund kids. But this real estate heiress reached out to me, said she'd show me how the other half lives, even promised to introduce me to New England's most powerful heir.

I thought she'd be my friend. Thought she actually cared. I even fell for him.

Until she framed me for stealing confidential school files. Until he said, "Just a scholarship kid. No one's gonna miss her." That's when I understood. I was never more than their toy.

They tore up my textbooks, stuffed dead rats in my locker, spent six months tormenting me online and off. My mother couldn't take the vicious comments. Her heart gave out. And me? After I completely broke down, they drove me to the coastal cliffs.

Ice-cold water flooded my nose and mouth. Suffocation dragged me down into despair. I hate myself for being weak. Hate them for their arrogance. Hate this rotten system that treats people like me as disposable.

But when I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back to the night she pushed me toward him.

This time, I won't be fooled.

CAMILLA WALTERS thought she had come to the end of the road when fate caught up with her. Nowhere left to run or hide, on the verge of becoming fish food at the hands of drug runners she owed a lot of money to. That was until fate brought her ALEXI, head of the family CARRERO - The unexpected hero who saved her ass and changed her life in one easy maneuver. Who knew she would have to sign her soul over to the devil in a bid to stay alive and in doing so, lose her heart and mind in the process. This is not your typical hearts and roses story - Let the games begin and the war commence.

“Shades of THE HUNGER GAMES permeate a story centered around two courageous teens determined to buck all odds in an effort to regain their loved ones. A believable, involving world, recommended for those who enjoy dystopian novels, powerful female characters, and stories of uncommon courage.” --Midwest Book Review, D. Donovan, eBook Reviewer (regarding Arena 1)ARENA 3 is book #3 in the Bestselling Survival Trilogy, which begins with ARENA 1, a free download. After nearly freezing to death on their trek north, Brooke and her small group wake to find themselves in civilization. They have found the utopian city, hidden deep in a remote stretch of Canada. They have heat, food, comfortable beds, clean clothes, and security. Finally, they have made it.As Brooke recovers, she meets the mysterious survivors who inhabit this city, and who vie for her love. She trains again, enhancing her fighting skills greatly under the wing of a new mentor, and matures into a woman. Brooke soon realizes, though, that being safe and secluded is not all there is to life. When she hears rumors of survivors underground, deep in America, fighting to restore order from the inside—her Dad possibly amongst them—Brooke finds herself facing the choice of a lifetime: to live in this perfect place, free and safe for the rest of her days, or to embark and fight for others’ freedom. It would be a journey, she knows, back through post-apocalyptic America, this time traveling west, across its breadth, in search of the rumored survivors, of her father. She would have to fight her way through a land transformed by apocalypse, try to survive a never-ending stream of dangers, roving packs of violent gangs, with few resources and fewer supplies. It would be a two thousand mile trek to a certain suicide. And if she leaves this utopia, she knows, there is no coming back.Yet that is not the worst of it: something else lies in her way. Arena 3. The greatest arena left in what was once America, the most brutal and dangerous of them all, the one from which no one survives. The one, she knows, that would test the very limit of all that she is.Will she risk it all for others?An action-packed dystopian thriller featuring a tough female heroine whom readers worldwide have fallen in love with, ARENA THREE is the shocking conclusion to the bestselling Survival Trilogy, and one that will leave you turning pages late into the night."Addicting...ARENA ONE was one of those books that you read late into the night until your eyes start to cross because you don’t want to put it down." –Dallas Examiner

The last thing I did before I died was lick dew off a rusted pipe.
Ninety days earlier, my fiancé Bastien promised he'd come back for me. He said three months in the Sahara would teach me not to be jealous of Posey—the girl I'd pulled from a refugee camp and raised as my own sister.
He didn't know the water ran out in the first week. He didn't know bandits broke my bones. He didn't care enough to find out.
While I lay dying on a rotting bed with a shattered leg, he was in Manhattan, sliding a pink diamond onto Posey's finger.
I died alone. But I didn't stay gone.
My soul followed a stolen necklace across the ocean, right back to his penthouse—just in time for the engagement party, the champagne toast, and the moment my body arrived at the door.

"Sign the papers. We're getting divorced." He said with a straight face.
Morgan loved him with her entire heart. She sacrificed everything for him, all in the hope that he would love her back.
In that moment, all the years of her life spent loving him wasted. The baby in her stomach she had planned to tell him about weighed heavily on her mind.
"I was with you only because you looked like her." He said. "Sign the papers and get out of my house."
Once his first love returned, he was quick to cast her away like used trash.
Morgan, determined to move on with her life, left him. She is no longer the sad girl in love with him. Now the CEO is the Rosewood Enterprises, she vows to reclaim her life back. Dante realized he was in love with her, and tries to get her back.
But there's a new man in her life now. Will she forgive Dante, or will she move on from him completely?
How will she handle the challenges thrown at her? How will she continue to rise to the top and overthrow her enemies? Or will she succumb to the voices?

"What is this?" Tyler asked, reading what I wrote.

"That is what you say in response," Tyler looked even more confused.

I took a deep breath, trying not to cry even more. There would be plenty of time for that later.

"I, Jessica Ridgewood, reject you Tyler Goen as my mate," Pain started to throb in my chest.

Tyler looked down at the paper, then back up to me. I nodded for him to continue.

"I, Tyler Goen, accept your rejection as my mate and Alpha," He recited. The throbbing pain in my chest turned sharp, and I doubled over as I clutched my chest.

"Jessica! What just happened?" Tyler asked, his voice quivering.

"I released you, Ty," I said through my pain.

"What?! No! I don't want to reject you! I love you!" Tyler said.


As a rare female Alpha, Jessica unexpectedly encountered her human mate, Tyler. Her parents were excited to meet him and welcomed him into the wolf pack. This would make Tyler the first human mate to an Alpha, but not everyone was enthusiastic about a female Alpha and her human mate leading the pack.

Upon their return to the pack, a grim scene awaited them—massacre and the tragic loss of Jessica's parents.

With scant time for grief, Jessica swiftly gathered herself to shoulder the mantle of pack leadership and ensure the safety of its members.

Afraid of Tyler's safety as the only human in a werewolf pack that had been attacked by humans, Jessica had no choice but to reject the mate bond with Tyler.

Will Tyler agree to leave Jessica? What will happen between them? Read to learn more.

Emma Anderson has everything in her life worked out. She has her perfect job in a Manhattan empire allowing her to live a quiet and organised safe existence. A necessity to her, after a childhood filled with bad memories, abuse, and a mother who was less than useless. But, with it comes a problem, one that could derail everything she thought she needed in her life. Her promotion sends her straight into the close employment of young, gorgeous, playboy billionaire, Jacob Carrero with his formidable reputation for being a player. Stuck as his right-hand man, every waking moment of every single day, she realises he is exactly the type of person who could drive her crazy, and not in a good way. Like chalk and cheese, he is everything she's not. Compulsive, confident, laid back, dominant and fun, with a seriously laid back attitude to casual sex and dating. Jake is the only one with an ability to steamroll over her manicured ice maiden exterior, who is not phased by the closed in demeanour and cool manners, but as much as she wants to, letting him in is another thing entirely. A past that made her man wary and no desire to ever let one close enough to hurt her again, Jacob Carrero has his work cut out. He is not someone who takes NO for an answer and will have to learn how to break through if he wants more than the mask she shows the world. Jake needs to show her that even some one like him can change when that one girl that matters breaks through. Love-able sexy characters and deep emotional topics.

Isabella believes that her boyfriend can change is way again and be the man she fell in love with. But when she get kidnapped because of him, and he is to busy with another lady instead of saving her. She understands she is better off without him. She gets saved by her boyfriend cousin who has loved Isabella for years. Just stayed in the shadows. Will Alexander help her heal from the broken heart his ignorant cousin leaves her with, and then win her heart?

I caught his scent before I saw them, my husband's scent, saturating another woman's skin.
Three years. I gave Alexander three years, my father's territory, my people's loyalty, and a slow poison quietly destroying my body from the inside.
I made him — pulled a fallen, abandoned Alpha from the dirt, merged our packs, convinced every dissenting elder, and stepped aside so he could wear the crown I built.
I called it love. He called it convenient.
The night I walked into that ballroom uninvited, his mistress was already on his arm.
By the end of the night, she was on her knees — telling the entire pack she was carrying his heir.
That was the moment I understood: I was never his wife. I was his ladder.
I walked out without trembling. And I started planning.
There was only one move left — to go to the man I had once rejected.
The most powerful Alpha in the word.
The one who never forgot.

Allison was framed, and they said she tried to kill her half-sister, so they sent her to an asylum. For three years, she suffered all kinds of torture, and no one even bothered to check on her. Her own family called her mentally ill, but the truth was her mother betrayed her just to push her illegitimate daughter into the Rogers family and steal Allison’s identity.

She had nothing left except an injured body. But a sudden encounter with the notorious mad dog of the Lopez family became her one advantage. She saved the crippled Jareth Taylor during an underground fight.

Allison slowly walked toward the confused Jareth, who was sitting on the couch with his cane in his right hand. “Elite society calls you a mad dog, but Master Jareth is far more than that. You’re the craziest dog I’ve ever met. Still, I’m willing to become your bait in exchange for power.”

Jareth chuckled, and a mocking smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “I take both body and soul as collateral. Would you be willing to crawl into my bed and warm my lonely nights?”