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Ryder’s story is almost here.
The date and blurb and cover for the release have NOT been finalized. It’s definitely hitting your kindles WAY BEFORE the date on the preorder…
She’s the first spark of an inferno, and he’s the calm that carries her through fire.
Enter Ryder Cook—my childhood crush… fire fighter, arson investigator, and the first man whose brand of possessive doesn’t feel like a cage.
He maps exits before he learns names. He sleeps on the couch outside my door because I ask.
HEA guaranteed.
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Obsession Doesn't Ask Permission
She lives in the shadows of survival.
He lives in the spotlight of absolute control.
Roman O’Rourke doesn’t make mistakes. His family has built an empire through cold precision and calculated violence.
But Ivy?
She’s chaos wrapped in vulnerability. Worse? She stirs something in Roman that no one has before – and it’s not just need.
It’s possession.
Monsters don’t always wear masks.
And sometimes, the safest place is the one that feels most dangerous.
In a world of shattered pasts and ruthless billionaires, love isn’t the word for what blooms between them.
It’s hunger. Power.
It’s a deal signed and sealed with Ivy’s surrender.
Rue’s Reviews
Everyone in this town owes something to the casino.
My father owed everything—including his life.
Now he’s dead, and his debt has come for me.
Enter the Titans:
Conrad. Storm. Maverick. Atticus.
Four heirs raised on vice, violence, and money.
They rule the casino like kings—and they want me as their new toy.
Their world is gold-drenched and wicked. And the closer I get, the more I lose myself in it.
Because it’s not just their touch that undoes me.
It’s the way they look at me…like I belong to them.
Like I’m their favorite game.
But girls are disappearing from the casino.
And if I don’t find the truth fast, I might be the next one to vanish.
Enemies with power. A girl with nothing. And a deal she can’t survive without surrendering everything.
If you love forced proximity, morally gray men, and the Cinderella fantasy turned dark and decadent—start The Titans now.
The moment I touch the broken rescue stallion, scars thicken like armor across his back and wings begin to regrow. I’ve barely processed this when a gruff man with glowing eyes and a pulsing energy shows up on my ranch, claiming I’m half fae…and the key to saving three realms.
I refuse to let anyone else decide who I become, but that doesn’t stop my fae “guardian” from black mailing me to follow him to his realm, where small folk are vanishing, only to return stripped of their magic and dying slow, tortured deaths. And while my healing magic is stirring here, it’s barely enough to help with the demons hunting us, let alone save anyone.
As for my guardian? Seems like even being near me is painful, and I can’t tell if it’s from resisting the connection between us, or something darker. Especially when it feels like his blood commands mine… and my own might destroy him.
But distraction could cost us everything; if I fail the prophecy, demons will enslave the fae, destroy the human realm, and take the creature I care about most: my Leath Pegasus.
They say I’m the key to saving the realms, but as time runs out, I can’t help but wonder if anyone can stop what’s coming.
