After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.

Zora had transmigrated into a book. In her mind, a voice resonated—the Oracle. [Congratulations on your second chance at life! Your mission is as follows—] [Target the villain while he is still at his weakest. Capture his heart and prevent the impending end of the world.] In her past life, Zora was a killing machine bred in the darkest pits of the Arena. Now, she’s transmigrated into a high-magic world with one absurd mission: tame the world-ending villain while he’s still weak. Her method? Instead of offering warmth and love, she plunges golden puppet threads into his very marrow. "Stay still," she whispers, using the villain’s blood to warm her frozen hands. To the Oracle's horror, Zora treats the future destroyer of worlds like a stray pup—ordering him to cook, clean, and keep the fire burning. But as Vane’s shattered bones heal under her command, his gaze turns from lethal hatred to something far more dangerous. He was supposed to destroy the world, but now, he only wants to be the most powerful puppet in hers.

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

James, a widowed single dad barely holding it together, made a quiet joke at his CEO's birthday party: “Maybe I should just marry her and solve all my problems.” He never expected Katherine Morrison—brilliant, intimidating, untouchable—to hear it. Even more shocking? She replied, “What if I say yes?”

They call me a monster. A ruthless exile deemed unworthy of love by the Moon Goddess herself. My existence is built on shadows and violence, a life defined by the dragon elders' rejection. I have never known kindness, only fear—until I found her. She was a fragile thing, hiding in the rot of the forest, eyes like amethysts, trembling as if I were the devil incarnate. To her, I am a nightmare wrapped in scars. But the Goddess was wrong. She claimed I could never be mated because of my tainted bloodline, yet when our paths crossed, the ancient bond sparked into life. I am a dragon cast out from everything I once knew, and she is the delicate light that could either save my soul or burn me to ash. They want me gone, but for her, I will bring the world to its knees.

I spent ten years waiting for a ghost. He was my Angel—the one who rescued me from the trash, taught me to speak, and whispered that I was precious. But on my fifteenth birthday, he vanished into thin air, leaving me with a heart frozen in time and a silver cross that felt like a leaden weight around my neck. I thought the hardest part was living without him. I was wrong. On my twentieth birthday, the Monster arrived. He didn't come with wings; he came with fangs and eyes the color of fresh martyrs' blood. In one night of crimson snow, he tore the life from my veins and replaced it with a hunger that defies God. He turned me into the very thing my Angel fought to protect me from. But as the Monster drags me into the dark aristocracy of Veridian City, he whispers a truth that shatters my soul: “Your Angel didn't leave you, Aurora. He imprisoned you.” Now, I am caught in a lethal game between the savior who loved me with a lie and the predator who broke me to set me free. One holds the key to my past; the other holds the leash to my future. In a world of eternal night, who do you trust when your Angel wears a mask of thorns, and your Monster is the only one telling the truth?

After twenty-six years of marriage, Sarah Mitchell thought she knew exactly how the rest of her life would look. She was wrong. When her husband walks away for what he calls true love, Sarah loses more than a marriage. She loses the future she spent decades building. Heartbroken and forced to start over in a small North Carolina town, Sarah begins to rediscover the dreams she abandoned long ago. Then she meets Daniel Brooks—a widowed former firefighter who sees her in a way no one has for years. As Sarah learns to build a life of her own, the man who left her begins to realize the truth: Some mistakes cost far more than you ever imagined. And sometimes the woman you took for granted is the one you'll never get back.

Ghost survived black sites, torture, overseas wars, and six years of becoming something less human and more useful. Founder of BLACK VEIL. Mercenary captain. A ghost story in tactical gear. The kind of man people called when they needed a building cleared, a body retrieved, or a problem buried so deep it stopped having a name. He was silent, brutal, untouchable. Even his own men feared him. As for someone like that— Nyra Quinn, underground mechanic and illegal street racer, had one very professional opinion: “He looks like he buries people in wet cement for stress relief.” Then one day, Ghost watched her steal a motorcycle outside a bank and chase down a robber through downtown LA traffic like she’s starring in her own action movie. He’s in the middle of a sniper assignment when it happened. One second he’s calculating wind direction. The next? Nyra tackled the guy off a bike, draged him into an alley, and started beating him with her helmet... He forgot his target existed for six seconds. For the first time in eight years. ... Later, Nyra worked under the hood of BLACK VEIL’s armored SUV while six armed mercenaries stood around like emotionally constipated furniture. She didn’t look up. > “Does your boss come with a user manual, or is the mask supposed to explain the whole personality disorder?” The garage went silent. Because no one talked about Ghost. Not like that. Not in front of him. Ghost stood beside the vehicle, skull mask turned toward her. After a long pause, he said, > “Nyra.” She rolled out from under the engine with a wrench in her hand. > “What?” His grey eyes lowered to the grease on her cheek. Then to her mouth. Then back to her eyes. > “Come here.” Nyra narrowed her eyes. > “If this is a murder thing, I’m charging extra.” Ghost’s voice dropped lower. Rougher. > “I lost focus on a job today.” Nyra blinked. > “Congratulations on having a human experience?” His men stopped breathing. Ghost didn’t move. > “Because of you.” Nyra stared at him. The wrench slipped slightly in her hand. Across the garage, Kane muttered, > “We’re all completely fucked.” ① Emotionally repressed masked mercenary captain × sunshine chaos mechanic ② He kills people for touching him. She touches his mask and asks if he’s hiding scars or feelings under there. ③ Slow burn / touch-starved antihero / found family mercenaries / black humor / “she makes the monster hesitate.”

Sold to the monstrous Blackfang Alpha to save her starving pack, Lyra expects a quick death. Kael Draven is a ruthless warlord who wants her only for power—until his wolf scents something ancient in her blood and refuses to let her go. Hunted by kingdoms and marked by forgotten magic, Lyra uncovers a deadly truth: she is the last Lunar Queen. Now, she must choose her fate—goddess, ruler, or the mate of the most dangerous Alpha alive.

She built an empire. He was just a dad with a toy plane. Neither expected their lives to collide at 30,000 feet… When exhausted tech CEO Evelyn Harrington accidentally falls asleep on a stranger’s shoulder mid-flight, she braces for humiliation. Instead, she finds kindness—and a connection that will take her from a boardroom in L.A. to a hospital bedside in Chicago. Nathan, a single father racing to a job interview, hides a quiet fear: his little boy’s fever has spiked, and he’s not there. Evelyn has no reason to care… until she does. A small act of compassion leads to a choice that will change three lives forever.

James, a widowed single dad barely holding it together, made a quiet joke at his CEO's birthday party: “Maybe I should just marry her and solve all my problems.” He never expected Katherine Morrison—brilliant, intimidating, untouchable—to hear it. Even more shocking? She replied, “What if I say yes?”

When a billionaire inventor is abandoned by her attorney moments before a life-changing trial, the last person anyone expects to save her stands up from the back of the courtroom—a quiet courthouse janitor with a forgotten past as a brilliant lawyer. As corporate greed collides with truth, one man must decide whether to stay invisible or fight for justice one last time.

Lena Hart built a respected crisis-management firm by recognizing danger before it could destroy a company. But for six years, she refused to recognize the danger inside her own marriage. That changes during a family weekend in the Berkshires, when her husband, Grant, pushes her into an ice-cold pool because she refuses to apologize to his mother. His relatives laugh. His cousin blocks the ladder. Grant takes her phone and tells her she can have it back when she learns some respect. They expect Lena to climb out humiliated and return to being the accommodating wife who pays the bills, excuses the insults, and never asks too many questions. Instead, she quietly saves the security footage. Hours later, she discovers a board document carrying her electronic signature—one she never signed. By Monday morning, Grant plans to take control of her company, install his family's business as an exclusive vendor, and unlock a $750,000 credit line. But Grant has made one fatal mistake. He thinks Lena is fighting to save their marriage. She is already following the money.

Owen Mercer knows how his marriage is supposed to end. His wife will choose another man. His daughter will be taught to call someone else Daddy. And he will die before the bride finishes making her promises. He knows because he has read the book. For five years, Owen has lived inside a novel as Julian Ashford, the husband whose death is supposed to teach Vivian Wren what she has lost. He thought knowing the ending would help him change it. Instead, every attempt to save their marriage has brought him closer to the last page. Now Vivian wants her former husband to stand beside her new groom. Owen has a different plan. As he stops playing the part written for him, entire passages begin to disappear. Somewhere inside those empty pages may be a way home. But walking out of a marriage is one thing. Walking out of the story that created it is another.

Mara Venn enters a vampire's blood feast under a dead woman's name, intending to steal the register that might reveal what happened to her missing sister. Lord Adrian Rook catches her before she reaches his study. Instead of turning her over to the Blood Revenue Office, he offers her a bargain: seven nights of protection in exchange for her skill at detecting forged records. Together, they uncover a list of people officially declared dead whose identification numbers are still moving through the city's freight system. One of those people is Mara's sister. But the closer Mara gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to ignore the vampire beside her—or the old order bearing his signature. He may be the only man powerful enough to help her expose the conspiracy. He may also be part of the reason it exists.

Five years ago, I left the Montgomery mansion with one suitcase and three heartbeats no one knew about. I did not hide my sons because I was ashamed. I hid them because I knew exactly what Eleanor Montgomery would do if she learned they existed. She had money, judges, lawyers, and a family name that opened every locked door. She would take my babies, call it tradition, and teach them that power mattered more than kindness. So I disappeared. I built a company while pregnant. I answered clients while three cribs stood beside my desk. I turned every hour of fear into a future no Montgomery could own. Then they invited me to my ex-husband’s wedding to watch me break. I returned with Liam, Noah, and Caleb beside me. But I did not bring my children for revenge. I brought them because the people who erased me were about to learn the difference between a frightened young wife—and a mother with nothing left to fear.

Five years ago, Mara Bennett survived a mountain crash and buried her husband, Evan Cole, in an empty coffin. Grieving and newly pregnant, she built a life around their daughter, Lily—working through sleepless nights and crushing medical debt after Lily's leukemia returned. Then a Facebook Marketplace listing leads Mara to a mansion on Mercer Island. The woman selling Lily's birthday gift is kind, wealthy, and married to Adrian Vale, the celebrated CEO of Vale Meridian Group. The moment Mara sees Adrian's photograph, her world breaks open. Adrian is Evan.

In three lifetimes, Lady Evelyn gave the Crown Prince everything. He repaid her with betrayal. Then imprisonment. Then death. On the night her fourth life begins, Adrian steals the royal token meant for her and chooses another woman before the entire court. This time, Evelyn doesn’t beg. She crosses the ballroom, lifts the blackthorn brooch of the kingdom’s most infamous rogue prince, and chooses him instead. Everyone thinks she has ruined herself. They have no idea Prince Julian’s drunken reputation is a disguise—or that Evelyn remembers the conspiracy that will soon tear the royal family apart. She has one life left to expose the poison, follow the stolen gold, and stop a future king from taking the throne. And this time, she intends to win.