Eight years ago, Y/N disappeared without a word, leaving behind the man she loved and the life they were building on Black Creek Ranch. She never told Jacob “Jake” Callahan she was pregnant. Believing she was protecting him—and their unborn child—from the violent shadows surrounding his family, she ran before the truth could follow her home. Now she’s built a quiet life for herself and her son, Carter, far from Montana and the Callahan legacy. But when a threatening message makes it clear that someone has been watching, running is no longer an option. Forced back to the one place she swore she’d never return to, Y/N comes face to face with Jake—and the son he never knew existed. As old wounds resurface and dangerous forces close in on Black Creek Ranch, they are forced into close proximity once more. But in a world where power is inherited, loyalty is tested, and violence is never far away, rebuilding trust may be harder than surviving the threat that brought them back together. Because in Montana, the past doesn’t stay buried. And neither does love.
Your father didn’t just leave behind a debt; he left behind a target on your back. When the city’s most feared kingpin, Silas, sends his three most lethal shadows to collect his collateral, you expect a nightmare. Instead, you find yourself caught in the crosshairs of three men living double lives.
Moving to a town where the most popular hobby is "staring ominously at the treeline" should have been your first red flag. But you were too busy unpacking boxes and trying to survive a chemistry syllabus that seemed designed by a madman to notice the local peculiarities. That is, until Stiles Stilinski tackles you into the dirt to save you from something that definitely wasn't a mountain lion. Now, you’re stuck with a crash course in lycanthropy, a permanent seat in a beat-up blue Jeep, and a boy who keeps showing up at your window with research files and a baseball bat. Stiles says he has a plan to keep you alive, but in Beacon Hills, plans have a habit of bleeding
The resort has rules. The first one? Never ask questions. Broke and desperate for a fresh start, Y/N accepts a job managing a luxury resort owned by three mysterious billionaires. She expects demanding guests, impossible standards, and a difficult boss. She doesn’t expect secrets hidden behind locked doors. She doesn’t expect enemies waiting in the shadows. And she definitely doesn’t expect the three men protecting those secrets to become the only people she trusts.
England, 1818. When Miss Y/N is left without financial security following her father’s unexpected death, she is forced to confront a reality she was never prepared for: a future dictated not by affection, but by necessity. Thomas Ashford, newly appointed Duke of Blackwood, has inherited a title he never desired and responsibilities he is ill-equipped to manage. Bound by obligation and expectation, he requires a wife—not for love, but for function. Someone capable of navigating the social demands of the aristocracy so he may focus on the duties he understands. Their marriage is arranged with unsettling practicality. No courtship. No promises of romance. Only mutual benefit: stability for her family, and control over his fractured new world. But life within Ashford House does not remain confined to contracts and expectations. In the quiet routines of shared meals, unspoken understandings, and moments of reluctant consideration, the boundaries of their arrangement begin to blur. What was meant to be a transaction slowly becomes something neither of them intended—and neither is prepared to name. In a world ruled by propriety, reputation, and restraint, even the smallest shift in feeling may prove the most dangerous change of all.
You were five years old when you broke the seal. You didn’t understand the symbols carved into the ancient stone beneath your family’s estate. You didn’t know the warnings, the legends, or the name of the creature trapped on the other side. You only knew you were curious. And when your hand touched the seal, the darkness answered. A man stepped from the shadows. Not a monster. Not a beast. A king. His eyes burned like fire, his presence filling the chamber with a power you could not understand. “Do you know what you’ve done, little human?” You should have been afraid. But even as a child, you looked at him and asked the one question no one else ever would. “Who are you?” A slow smile crossed his face. “Cassian Valerius.” The name would one day be whispered in fear. But that night, it was only a promise. “When you turn twenty-five,” he said, “I will return.” For years, you convinced yourself it was a nightmare. Until your twenty-fifth birthday arrived. And the ruler of the Infernal Realm came to collect what was owed.
