Roman Kaine is in prison for murder. Not allegedly. Not wrongfully. Not because the evidence was circumstantial. He did it. Y/N knows that before she ever writes the first letter. What she doesn’t expect is for the dangerous, heavily tattooed man serving a lengthy sentence to become the person who knows her better than anyone else. Roman remembers every detail she gives him, makes her blush from hundreds of miles away, and somehow turns ink on paper into something dangerously close to intimacy. Then she visits him. Suddenly, letters aren’t enough. Neither are monitored phone calls, prison glass, or the guards standing between them. Because Roman Kaine may belong to the state—but somewhere between her first letter and his first quiet “pretty girl,” he decides Y/N belongs to him. Everyone tells her falling for a convicted murderer is insane. Maybe they’re right. Because Roman isn’t innocent. But nobody ever bothered to ask why he killed Everett Shaw. And when Y/N finally discovers the truth, she realizes the most frightening thing about Roman isn’t what he’s capable of doing to someone he hates. It’s what he’s willing to do for someone he loves.
Kellen Sloane has never asked Y/N for anything. He tells her. What to wear. Where to meet him. When to come home. Which guy is standing too close. When she’s had enough to drink. When her attitude has officially gotten on his last nerve. He’s arrogant, possessive, degrading, and controlling enough that every one of Y/N’s friends thinks she’s lost her damn mind. The problem? She likes him exactly that way. She likes testing his patience just to hear his voice change. Likes pretending she isn’t going to listen when they both know she will. And Kellen loves reminding his stubborn, spoiled girl that all that attitude has never stopped her from coming right back to him. Their relationship is toxic. Messy. Addictive. And completely theirs. But somewhere between telling Y/N what to do and becoming the center of her world, Kellen makes one dangerous mistake: He starts believing she could never leave him. No matter how badly they fight, she comes back. No matter how far he pushes, she stays. Until one night, Kellen finally crosses a line he can’t smooth over with a command, a possessive touch, or that infuriating certainty that he knows her better than she knows herself. Y/N leaves. Kellen lets her. Because she’ll come back. She always does. Except this time… She doesn’t.
Their parents just got married. Then they left for the summer. Now Y/N is stuck in a beach house with Kade Rivers—her arrogant, broody new stepbrother and the last person she should be looking at twice. One house. One pool. Too much tension. And a line neither of them is supposed to cross.
Y/N hasn’t seen her middle-school friend group in years—until a forgotten bucket list brings all twelve of them back together for one reckless summer. Everybody’s grown. Everybody’s single. And unfortunately…everybody got fine. Between old crushes resurfacing, brand-new chemistry, hookups, jealousy, drunken confessions, and enough bad decisions to ruin the group chat forever, one thing becomes very clear: Middle school was the easy part.
He’s broken her heart a hundred times. He always comes back. Y/N is twenty-five, raising two children, carrying a third, and trying to build a future with a man who keeps choosing everything but his family. Jeriah Porter swears every goodbye is his last. Every apology sounds sincere. Every time he walks back through her front door, he somehow convinces her that this time will be different. For a little while, it is. He’s the father her babies adore. The man who makes them laugh until bedtime. The one who kisses Y/N’s forehead and talks about forever like he actually believes it. Then the late nights return. The lies get bigger. Another woman answers his phone. And Y/N is left picking up the pieces of a life she keeps trying to hold together. Everyone tells her to let him go. Her sister calls her delusional. Her best friend begs her to move on. Even another man has spent years quietly waiting for the day she finally chooses herself. But walking away from the only man she’s ever loved is a lot harder than everyone makes it sound. Especially when he always knows exactly what to say… …to make her let him come home one more time.
Twelve friends. One summer house. Thirty days to ruin every boundary they’ve ever made. Y/N came for pool days, drunken nights, bad decisions, and one unforgettable summer with the people she considers family. She didn’t expect to become the center of everyone’s problems. One of her closest friends has secretly loved her for years. Another has finally stopped pretending she doesn’t want her. And just when Y/N thinks things couldn’t get more complicated, the ex she never completely got over decides she wants another chance. Unfortunately, Y/N isn’t the only one bringing baggage into the house. There are exes who never moved on, hookups nobody knows about, secret crushes, old jealousy, questionable loyalties, and enough sexual tension to make twelve friends sharing one roof a spectacularly bad idea. Everybody came to Summer House expecting fun. Nobody planned on leaving with a broken heart.
Gotti swears Y/N isn’t his girl—but everybody on the block knows better. He cheats, disappears, deals drugs, carries guns, and lives by his own rules, all while expecting Y/N to stay loyal, answer his calls, and never let another man get too close. But after years of being treated like a girlfriend without the title, Y/N finally starts moving like she’s single. And Gotti quickly realizes he can handle almost anything in the streets. He just can’t handle losing her.
Eight years ago, Y/N shattered Dorian Kincaid’s heart to save his life. He never knew. Now Dorian is back, no longer the boy she loved but a ruthless, heavily tattooed enforcer with blood on his hands, revenge in his sights, and an obsession he’s spent years disguising as hatred. He’s watched her from the shadows. Protected her without permission. Ruined anyone who got too close. And when the truth about their past begins to surface, so does something far more dangerous than Dorian’s anger. His love. Because Dorian Kincaid may forgive the lie that destroyed him. But he’ll never forgive the people who forced Y/N to tell it.
Y/N thought inheriting Blackwood Manor would be the beginning of a new life. Instead, it became the beginning of a nightmare. Every night, she hears footsteps in empty hallways. Every morning, someone has left proof they were inside while she slept. The town insists there’s only one explanation. The Devil has chosen her. Tobias Graves is the monster mothers warn their children about—a scarred man with mismatched eyes and blood on his hands. They say he watches from the woods, appears without warning, and makes people disappear without a trace. Y/N doesn’t believe the stories. Until she catches him standing outside her bedroom window. Watching. Waiting. Smiling. Because the most terrifying thing about Tobias Graves isn’t that he kills. It’s that he believes Y/N belongs to him. And the Devil doesn’t share.
Ten singles. One luxury villa. Three months of hookups, jealousy, bad decisions, and absolutely no privacy. Y/N came for a summer fling—not to become the center of a house-wide love polygon. But between Tavian’s unreadable intensity, Kendrix’s toxic possessiveness, Blaise’s awkward charm, Drew’s quiet confidence, and Remi’s unexpected sweetness, keeping things casual gets complicated fast. Add in four other femmes with their own crushes, secrets, hookups, and grudges, and the villa stops feeling like a vacation pretty damn quickly. Because everyone is single. Everyone is allowed to explore. And nobody has the right to get jealous. Too bad that doesn’t stop them. By the time feelings get real, hookups overlap, secrets come out, and people start choosing sides, Y/N has one problem: She came here hoping to leave with a connection. She might leave with five enemies, three broken hearts, and one person she can’t stay away from.
Twelve baddies. One mansion. Zero peace. When Y/N “Baby” joins Pretty & Problematic, she thinks she’s signing up for club appearances, money, cameras, and a summer worth remembering. What she gets is liquor-fueled arguments, shifting alliances, jealous egos, confessionals that start wars, and a house full of women who all believe they’re the baddest one there. Baby may be pretty, laid-back, and easy to underestimate, but she’s not the one to play with. And with fists flying, friendships cracking, and unexpected tension heating up the mansion, one thing becomes clear fast: Nobody came here to make friends. They came to be remembered.
Everyone wants Bishop King. He only wants Y/N. Between illegal races, dangerous rivals, and endless flirting, the city’s most irresistible bad boy is determined to make her fall for him.
After stumbling through a hidden gateway, Y/N finds herself trapped in Vaeloria—a forgotten realm where dragons rule the skies, magic is alive, and humans are nothing more than ancient myths. Feared as the impossible girl who shouldn’t exist, she’s forced to travel with the kingdom’s ruthless dragon rider, Soren Veyr, while an ancient prophecy awakens. As kingdoms prepare for war and long-buried secrets come to light, Y/N discovers her arrival was never an accident… and the fate of Vaeloria may have been waiting for her all along.
One late-night follow was all it took. Y/N is cute, funny, completely unimpressed by fame—and absolutely not looking to become anybody’s scandal. Justin Bieber is married, famous, and supposed to know better. Then he sees one selfie. A follow becomes likes. Likes become DMs. DMs become late-night calls neither of them wants to end. What starts as harmless curiosity quickly turns into jealousy, obsession, emotional infidelity, and a connection that gets harder to hide every day. Y/N keeps reminding Justin that he has a wife. Justin keeps finding reasons not to let Y/N go. And when the internet finally notices them, one reckless Instagram follow threatens to become the messiest headline of Justin’s life. He should’ve kept scrolling.
Y/N moves to a new city looking for a fresh start—not romance. But after accidentally wandering into an LGBTQ club, she catches the attention of Rakel Owens: tattooed, charming, notoriously unavailable, and completely unexpected. One wrong door turns into late-night drives, stolen glances, jealous moments, and a connection neither of them planned for. Rakel doesn’t do relationships. Y/N wasn’t looking for one. Too bad they’re already falling.
Y/N thought moving to Greyhaven would mean rain, boredom, and starting over. Instead, she finds herself caught between Damon Rosa, a dangerously beautiful vampire who can’t read her mind and can barely control what her blood does to him, and Elijah Calder, a warm, protective werewolf born from a Tahla bloodline sworn to guard the land from creatures like Damon. As old rivalries ignite and buried secrets about Y/N’s late mother begin surfacing, one thing becomes terrifyingly clear: She didn’t just move to Greyhaven. Greyhaven has been waiting for her.
Y/N comes back to her hometown expecting old streets, familiar faces, and maybe a little peace. She doesn’t expect Kieran Ransom. Her brother’s best friend used to be the quiet, lanky guy permanently hanging around her family’s garage. Now he’s twenty-nine, tattooed from his hands to his throat, built like trouble, running a motorcycle shop, and somehow even harder to read than she remembers. Kieran knows exactly where the line is. Y/N is Callan’s little sister. His best friend’s family is practically his own. Wanting her could cost him more than a friendship, so keeping his distance should be easy. It isn’t. Not when she keeps showing up at his shop. Not when late-night rides turn into lingering touches. Not when jealousy starts exposing everything he refuses to say. And definitely not when Y/N realizes the man determined to stay away from her is always the first one there when she needs him. Callan warned him not to cross the line. Kieran agreed. The problem is, somewhere along the way, Y/N became the one thing he wants badly enough to cross it for.
Y/N was supposed to become a wife. Instead, she bolts from the altar, climbs into the wrong truck, and tells a complete stranger to drive. Chevy Morgan is thirty-eight, grumpy, tattooed, built like he wrestles engines for fun, and absolutely not a rideshare driver. He’s already headed across the country to settle unfinished business of his own, and the last thing he needs is a runaway bride hijacking his passenger seat. But one wrong turn becomes another. Cheap motels. Roadside diners. Petty arguments. One bed. Too much tension. And somewhere between escaping the life Y/N never wanted and facing the past Chevy never talks about, two strangers start becoming something neither of them planned for. She’s trying to figure out who she is. He’s trying to remember how to let someone in. And somewhere past Exit 17, running away starts to feel a whole lot like coming home.
Everyone knows Maddox Chambers is trouble. He sells drugs, starts fights, mouths off to cops, and gets arrested like it’s part of his routine. Mean, arrogant, and convinced he’ll never make it out of the streets alive, Maddox has stopped pretending he wants anything better. Then Y/N lets him through her door. What begins with blood on her kitchen floor turns into late-night visits, broken promises, and a connection neither of them can control. She refuses to fear him, excuse him, or let him drag her down with him—and for the first time, Maddox starts imagining a life beyond violence, prison, and survival. But leaving the streets comes with a price. His supplier wants obedience. His crew sees betrayal. His obsessive ex keeps claiming she’s carrying his baby. And the moment everyone realizes Y/N is the one thing Maddox cannot afford to lose, loving her becomes the most dangerous choice he has ever made. She cannot save him by herself. But she might be the reason he finally decides to save himself.
Y/N has a reputation for breaking hearts and never looking back. With three gorgeous women in his orbit and commitment nowhere on his agenda, life is exactly how he likes it. Then Amara Ellis shows up. She knows his game, refuses to play it, and somehow becomes the only woman he can’t stop thinking about. He’s spent years making women fall for him. Now he’s about to find out what happens when he falls first.
Y/N was supposed to be living an ordinary human life. Instead, she walks through a path that shouldn’t exist and wakes up in Elaria, a magical realm filled with elves, fae, witches, shifters, fairies, dwarves, and dragons. There’s only one problem. Humans haven’t existed there for thousands of years. Suddenly, everyone wants to know what she is, where she came from, and why ancient magic seems to recognize her. While a brooding knight is assigned to keep her alive, a charming fae won’t stop flirting with her, a Dark Fae can’t read her, a wolf shifter can’t stop smelling her, and an impossibly beautiful High Elf is becoming far too interested in studying humanity. Then the dragons notice her. One remembers exactly what humans were. One is an enormous fire-breathing idiot. And one dangerously beautiful exiled prince has been waiting centuries for someone like Y/N to return. She only wants to find a way home. Unfortunately, Elaria may have brought her there for a reason. And the longer she stays, the harder it becomes to decide which world really feels like home.
Y/N Dean moved into a new house hoping for a fresh start, not a six-foot-three contractor with a permanent scowl living next door. Stetson Jennings likes his life quiet, predictable, and child-free. Then Y/N arrives with a guarded sixteen-year-old, a nosy ten-year-old, and a fearless three-year-old who decides “Stetty” belongs to him almost immediately. What starts with borrowed tools and repaired porch steps slowly turns into backyard dinners, late-night talks, family chaos, and feelings neither of them planned for. Y/N has spent years building a life without anyone’s help. Stetson might be the first person who makes her want to build something with him.
When Y/N inherits her grandmother’s secluded Appalachian cabin, she plans to stay just long enough to sell it. But between a quiet timber cruiser named Wyatt Hayes, a mountain that slowly begins to feel like home, and a future neither of them expected, leaving becomes harder than she ever imagined.
Some wounds never truly heal. After losing the only family she has left, Y/N escapes to a secluded wildlife rehabilitation center hidden deep in the mountains, hoping the distance will quiet the grief she’s been carrying. Instead, she finds a place full of wounded creatures, broken people, and one guarded man who has spent years convincing himself he’ll never love again. As the seasons change, fragile friendships become family, old scars begin to fade, and two hearts burdened by loss slowly find their way toward each other. But healing means facing the past—and sometimes the hardest thing to do is believe you’re worthy of a future. A slow-burn, emotional romance about grief, found family, second chances, and discovering that even after the darkest seasons… life still finds a way to bloom.
Y/N has spent years behind the front desk of Anderson Auto Repair, surrounded by busted transmissions, foul-mouthed mechanics, and her permanently pissed-off father. She’s used to handling difficult men. Then her dad hires Angel Barker. Tattooed, brooding, and fresh from a life nobody at the shop knows much about, Angel is as talented with an engine as he is unbearable to be around. He barely speaks unless it’s to piss Y/N off, calls her Princess because he knows she hates it, and seems determined to make every shift they share a test of her patience. The feeling is mutual. At least, that’s what Y/N keeps telling herself. Because somewhere between their arguments and late nights closing the garage together, Angel starts watching her differently. He never says he’s jealous when another man flirts with her. He just appears beside her. He never says he’s worried when she leaves late. He just happens to be waiting until her car pulls away. And he definitely doesn’t admit that he’s falling for his boss’s daughter. But Angel has never needed many words to make himself understood. Especially when the whole damn garage can already see that Y/N might be off-limits—but Angel Barker stopped caring about that a long time ago.
