Rory is certain of one thing: love is not for her. Not the soft, dreamy kind people write about. So when she agrees to a blind date, it is only to prove her point and keep her best friend happy. Then she meets Max, and suddenly nothing feels quite so simple. There is an easy spark, a pull she did not plan for, and a tension that keeps her coming back for more. As her feelings shift in ways she cannot ignore, old wounds begin to surface, especially the quiet ache left by her distant mother. Between laughter, confusion, and moments that feel a little too real, Rory starts to wonder if love might not be the story she thought it was.

“You’re bleeding on my floor, sweetheart. That’s rude.” 😏 Mila stumbles into the one office she shouldn’t. Dritan stands up like he owns oxygen, blocks the door with his arms, and looks at her like she’s a problem he wants to keep. Before the romance interferes, Mila is just trying to get out alive after waking up taped, tied, and sold as someone’s “package.” She picks a lock with a hair grip, knocks a woman out in a bathroom, then slips into a dark office to hide… and finds the gang’s second-in-command lounging with whiskey like sin pays rent. He’s gorgeous in that infuriating way, he kisses her like he’s allowed, and she should hate him—she does hate him—until her hands fist in his shirt anyway. You’d do the same, don’t lie. Then she whispers how she escaped, and Dritan’s smirk cracks because she didn’t just run… she tied someone up. A fist slams the office door from the hallway.

The smell of baked salmon and disappointment hung in the air. Celine was cutting into dead flesh. Literally. The fish on her plate had been cooked at the precise temperature where hope and flavor evaporated—and in the Ravel household, hope evaporated daily. Serena, her mother, quietly sipped from a glass of white wine, wearing the dull look of a woman who knew no decision was hers anymore. She had once been alive—now she was a fragile presence in beige dresses and measured gestures. Whatever was left of her dreams dissolved night after night into cold Chilean wine and fractured conversation. A

Vet Katie Moore is ready to leave her cheating boyfriend behind—until a wild girls’ night in Hollywood collides with LA’s newest football star: her first love, Jensen Adams. With old wounds, new sparks, and the spotlight closing in, Katie is pulled back into a world of fame, temptation, and dangerous attention—where trusting the wrong man could cost her everything.

Trigger warning: Mental Abuse, Physical Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Suicidal Thoughts, Miscarriage

Lacey lives and breathes hockey. As coach and manager of the Red Tornados, she’s fighting to keep the season—and her team—alive. Desperate for a turnaround, she brings in Riley: a legendary player with a reputation for trouble and a temper as sharp as his skating. He’s exactly what they need… and exactly what she doesn’t. Working together should be about saving the Tornados, but the rink turns tension into temptation. Between brutal practices, stubborn pride, and chemistry neither can outrun, Lacey and Riley skate a dangerous line between strategy and desire. Winning is the goal—unless they lose their hearts first.

Seven years should be enough to forget a first love, but Cassidy knows better. She builds a life that looks steady on the outside, carefully stitched together with routine and quiet resilience. Then Matteo walks back in, no warning, no mercy, and very much not alone. Now their worlds overlap in ways that feel almost unfair, where polite smiles hide old sparks and every glance carries a little too much history. Cassidy tells herself she has moved on, that she can handle this, that time has done its job. But love like theirs doesn’t fade politely. It lingers, teases, and tests every boundary she thought was solid. And as the past presses closer, she begins to wonder… can you really outgrow the one who once felt like forever?

Carrie Matthews builds a life from the ashes of heartbreak after losing her husband in a tragic plane crash, his body never found. Once shattered by grief, she slowly finds her footing again with the help of a close friend and the art gallery she and her husband dreamed of together. Just as she begins to feel like herself again, the past refuses to stay buried. Memories of young love, stolen moments, and promises made in high school linger, blending with the life she’s carefully rebuilt. When the impossible becomes real, Carrie is faced with emotions she thought she had laid to rest. In a story woven with first love and second chances, she must navigate a heart that remembers everything.

"Think about it." Tyr smiled. "Out of all the women in your old village, our father chose you. How could that not be fate?"

Enid is kidnapped on what should be the happiest day of her life and dragged into the fierce, bewildering world of Ivar the Deathless and his maddeningly charming family. She wants her old life back—simple, predictable, safe—but each day in this new place nudges her toward possibilities she never allowed herself to imagine. Tyr teases her about fate, the others welcome her with stubborn warmth, and even Ivar, cold as winter steel, keeps slipping past her defenses in ways she refuses to admit out loud. As Enid wrestles with loyalty, destiny, and a pull she absolutely did not ask for, she must decide what home really means… and who she is willing to fight for.

Persephone Vale just wants to survive Ancient Mythology 101 while balancing lacrosse—until her brilliant, ruthless professor, Dr. Jason Mavros, turns every absence and argument into a power play. When their clash spills out of the classroom and into the city’s nightlife, Persephone realizes he’s watching her as closely as he’s grading her. One reckless paper could change everything.

Sun. Sea. Peace. That was the plan. Instead, after an accident, I save a stranger’s life and discover that werewolves actually exist. Before I can even begin to process that information properly, a ridiculously attractive Alpha informs me that I’m his fated mate. Honestly, to this day I’m still not sure what was worse: the existence of werewolves or Amaro’s personality. And if he thinks I’m going to let him boss me around just because fate supposedly decided we belong together, he’s about to get a very unpleasant surprise.