Amara Blake is a skilled art thief. She's never been caught before, but during her latest job, things go wrong. Just when she's about to get exposed, she gets saved by Liam Moretti, a popular billionaire CEO. Liam takes her to his Penthouse and tells her she's in danger. Someone is watching her, and it's not safe to be alone. While staying with him, they begin to get close. There is a strong chemistry between them, and Amara starts to feel something for him. Liam later tells her that the painting she stole last had a secret chip hidden inside. That chip contains very sensitive information that could destroy powerful people, including mafia leaders, politicians and people of power. Amara had no idea, but now Liam needs her help to get the chip back. Soon, a bounty is placed on Amara's head. Mafia groups come after her. They even attack Liam's penthouse. Liam hides her in his safe room filled with weapons, and they barely escape.
The museum was too quiet. Almost like it was holding its breath.
Amara Blake moved carefully through the darkness, keeping low behind a tall marble statue. Her breathing was calm, heart steady. The rolled-up painting on her back was worth millions, but she felt no pressure.
This wasn't her first heist. And she never made mistakes.
She scanned the room, laser beams crossed the air like invisible threads. Her fingers moved quickly over a hacked device that disabled the sensors one by one. The last red line blinked off.
Two minutes. She just needed to reach the window.
She stepped forward.
Click.
Amara froze.
That sound didn't belong to the museum. It was the sound of a gun.
"You're good," a man's voice said from behind. Calm. Too calm. "But not good enough."
She turned slowly. Three men stepped out of the shadows, dressed in black. One aimed a weapon at her chest.
Amara raised a brow. "New crew? I've hit this place twice before."
The leader stepped forward. "You're not leaving with that painting."
She sighed and dropped the bag gently. Her hands lifted in surrender, but her mind was racing. No exit. No backup. For the first time in years, she was caught.
The man reached for her arm.
Then all the lights went out.
A sharp flash of white burst across the room, followed by smoke. Alarms didn't ring. Lasers didn't reset.
Everything went silent.
Then she felt it, a strong hand grabbing her wrist.
"Move!" a voice barked.
She didn't hesitate. Whoever it was, he wasn't with the guards. He pulled her into a side hallway she hadn't even noticed. They ran down the narrow passage, out through a service door, and into the cold night.
The alley was dark and empty, except for the black car waiting with the engine running.
Before she could ask anything, the man opened the door and pushed her inside. He slid in after her and slammed it shut.
The moment she turned to him, her breath caught.
Liam Moretti.
Everyone knew the name. Billionaire. CEO. One of the most powerful men in the country.
But up close, he looked even better than he did on screen. Sharp jaw, cold eyes, black coat over a dark shirt. Every inch of him screamed power and danger.
"What the hell are you doing here?" she asked, shocked.
He glanced at her, calm as ever. "Cleaning up your mess."
"My mess? I was doing just fine"
"You were seconds away from getting caught," he cut in.
Amara glared. "I had it under control."
"No, you didn't."
His voice was smooth, confident, and just a little arrogant. Like he always knew more than everyone else in the room.
She tried the door. Locked.
She turned back. "Let me out."
"I just saved you."
"I didn't ask you to."
He pulled a file from his coat and dropped it onto her lap.
Inside were photos of her, taken in different cities, different jobs. Notes. Details no one should have.
Her heart sank.
"You were set up," Liam said. "Someone wanted you caught tonight."
Her hands tightened around the file. "Who?"
"I don't know yet. But they're powerful. And you're not safe out there."
"I've handled worse."
"Not like this." He leaned forward, voice low. "That silent alarm you tripped? It's not even on the blueprint. I added it last month."
She stared at him. "You own the gallery?"
He gave a small smirk. "I own the company that owns the gallery."
Of course. Liam Moretti didn't just own buildings, he owned systems. Networks. People.
Amara folded her arms. "So what do you want? Gratitude?"
"No. I want you alive."
She narrowed her eyes. "Why?"
His expression shifted, just slightly. More serious. More personal.
Then he said it.
"Because the people who are after you aren't just after you. They're after me"
Blurb "Part your legs for me, princess" Alpha Damian humored huskily like he was intoxicated, I whimpered as he voice sents a jolts of emotions round my body. An emotion that I wasn't supposed to feel. Selene was 18 years old when she found out that Alpha Jasper of the Silver Crescent pack was her mate at her Awakening ceremony. Being a reject with no parents she lived with him for over one year as a slave and he never acknowledged her as his mate because he couldn't accept a reject as his mate. On her 20th birthday, her mate not only rejected her and chose her best friend; Imogen, as his new mate, but he also sold Selene to the most feared Alpha; Alpha Damian of the Crimson Moon pack whom everyone referred to as a beast. Not knowing why Alpha Damian chose to buy her, she can only resign herself to fate. What has the moon goddess installed for me again? Is this the freedom she solely crave for? Will she be tied down with the shackles of the unknown?
To the public, she was the CEO's executive secretary. Behind closed doors, she was the wife he never officially acknowledged. Jenessa was elated when she learned that she was pregnant. But that joy was replaced with dread as her husband, Ryan, showered his affections on his first love. With a heavy heart, she chose to set him free and leave. When they met again, Ryan's attention was caught by Jenessa's protruding belly. "Whose child are you carrying?!" he demanded. But she only scoffed. "It's none of your business, my dear ex-husband!"
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
They don't know I'm a girl. They all look at me and see a boy. A prince. Their kind purchase humans like me for their lustful desires. And, when they stormed into our kingdom to buy my sister, I intervened to protect her. I made them take me too. The plan was to escape with my sister whenever we found a chance. How was I to know our prison would be the most fortified place in their kingdom? I was supposed to be on the sidelines. The one they had no real use for. The one they never meant to buy. But then, the most important person in their savage land-their ruthless beast king-took an interest in the "pretty little prince." How do we survive in this brutal kingdom, where everyone hates our kind and shows us no mercy? And how does someone, with a secret like mine, become a lust slave? . AUTHOR'S NOTE. This is a dark romance-dark, mature content. Highly rated 18+ Expect triggers, expect hardcore. If you're a seasoned reader of this genre, looking for something different, prepared to go in blindly not knowing what to expect at every turn, but eager to know more anyway, then dive in! . From the author of the international bestselling book: "The Alpha King's Hated Slave."
Janet was adopted when she was a kid -- a dream come true for orphans. However, her life was anything but happy. Her adoptive mother taunted and bullied her all her life. Janet got the love and affection of a parent from the old maid who raised her. Unfortunately, the old woman fell ill, and Janet had to marry a worthless man in place of her parents' biological daughter to meet the maid's medical expenses. Could this be a Cinderella's tale? But the man was far from a prince, except for his handsome appearance. Ethan was the illegitimate son of a wealthy family who lived a reckless life and barely made ends meet. He got married to fulfill his mother's last wish. However, on his wedding night, he had an inkling that his wife was different from what he had heard about her. Fate had united the two people with deep secrets. Was Ethan truly the man we thought he was? Surprisingly, he bore an uncanny resemblance to the impenetrable wealthiest man in the city. Would he find out that Janet married him in place of her sister? Would their marriage be a romantic tale or an utter disaster? Read on to unravel Janet and Ethan's journey.
After hiding her true identity throughout her three-year marriage to Colton, Allison had committed wholeheartedly, only to find herself neglected and pushed toward divorce. Disheartened, she set out to rediscover her true self-a talented perfumer, the mastermind of a famous intelligence agency, and the heir to a secret hacker network. Realizing his mistakes, Colton expressed his regret. "I know I messed up. Please, give me another chance." Yet, Kellan, a once-disabled tycoon, stood up from his wheelchair, took Allison's hand, and scoffed dismissively, "You think she'll take you back? Dream on."