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The night I catch my husband cheating is the night I stop pretending. I don't cry. I don't scream. I don't get mad—I get even. So I bring home another man—a stranger with wicked eyes and a smile sharp enough to carve me open. I let him have me in the house I share with a liar. A moment of weakness? Maybe. A moment of revenge? Definitely. But he saw me—the darkness, the hunger, the parts my husband hated—and he wanted more.

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I've worked for men all my life, been enslaved by them. My new boss is different. He buys me designer handbags to ensure I'm on time. But scowls at me when he hands them over. He's intoxicating. Dangerous. All the things I should stay away from. The thing is... when his hands touch mine, I'm not disgusted, and I should be. Because he owns a scandalous club, and I work there…

My husband sold me. Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal. What lies he tells. Only fools believe him. Unfortunately, one of those fools was me.

I was destined to marry another man when I first met Dawson. He was charming, deadly, and everything my father hated. And I lived by my father's rule, which happens when he's a king of the underworld. That was until I managed to escape and somehow straight into the arms of the man who sells your desires for a living. Did I have a price? Or was he willing to share me for free?

If God created the perfect man he would closely resemble Creed—on the outside, that is. He’s as cavalier as they come. Unconcerned. Cold. Dismissive. I wonder if he has any feelings at all. And when his lips touch mine, everything goes black. He takes me into his world, and it’s the most magical thing I’ve ever experienced. And I’m sucked in time and time again. Like a moth to the flame, I am ready to be set alight.

Arlo is temptation wrapped in control—calculated, commanding, and utterly irresistible. He knows how to get inside people's heads… and once he's there, he never truly leaves. Desire, to him, is just another tool. One he wields flawlessly. Cora isn't looking to be claimed. She's built her life on independence, keeping her emotions tightly guarded and her heart off-limits. But from the moment Arlo's attention locks onto her, the air between them crackles with something forbidden—dark, intoxicating, and impossible to ignore.

I lie to one of the city's most ruthless men—and it feels so good. Deception is a drug, and I'm quickly becoming an addict. Each time we speak, Zuko has no idea it's me. The lie tastes sweet leaving my mouth. I couldn't stop now, even if I wanted to—which I don't. He thinks our conversations are more than just sex. He's wrong. The intimacy he feels is all a facade. Until the day an embodiment of my darkest fantasies walks into my bar, and his unmistakable voice sends a shiver down my spine. It turns out I'm not the one in control.

Hawke Ivanov is known to excel at two things: sex and violence. It's why I never took our fling seriously, accepting it with no strings attached. Except now, his mischievous ways have become all-consuming, and I'm his new obsession, especially after one night that changed everything between us. Hawke is using me to run away from his own demons, and when I realize it's not only a matter of our bodies but hearts as well, I tell him sweet little lies to keep him away. All I wanted was a good boy in my bed. The last thing I needed was a dangerous man carving his way into my heart.

Detective Braxton Hero should keep his distance from me. Even though I can't seem to stay away from him. Letting him get too close is a mistake. One I can't stop making. He sees me. The woman I pretend to be and the one behind the mask. And for the first time, I don't know which version is real. Even though I've spent my life in the shadows, I've never been conflicted about who I am… until he blurred the lines. The thought of him seeing my darkness does something to me. He makes me want things. Things I can't have. A life that isn't mine to take. A love built on lies.

Ford Ivanov follows the rules. I was born to break them. A single scandalous moment turns into a year of lies, stolen kisses behind closed doors, and whispered promises in the night. Sneaking around with my brother's friend is forbidden. Because where I come from, love isn't just dangerous; It's deadly. The lies are unraveling. And in a world where love is a weakness, we're about to find out just how strong we really are.

She was to be my wife. I was to be her husband. Fate had other plans. She was falling for someone else while I was waiting for her. When you come from one of the most ruthless families in the country, you're used to getting what you want. Part of me wanted her, the other...well, let's just say, sometimes love can be reckless.

Beth Chambers's life is no fairytale, even if she feels like a damsel in distress. After four years in a destructive relationship, Beth has decided enough is enough and leaves her girlfriend, taking with her only her dog Dudley, her broken spirit, and a shattered view of life. At her lowest point, she meets Amy Fletcher, a woman who has it all—and from whom she believes would never want more than friendship. What Beth fails to realize is that there are definitely two sides to every story. Could Amy Fletcher be Beth's Princess Charming? Could her story end with a happily ever after?

We are a people of stories. We use them to entertain, to teach, and to instruct. Sometimes they warn us of the dangers of wandering too far into the woods, or they can be a detailed story to explain how magnificent landscapes came to be. Story has always been the way we pass time, the way we connect to each other, and most importantly, how we promote our values. Parables, especially, have a dual purpose. Not only do they keep us entertained, but they also make a point. Consider Aesop’s fables—tales of talking animals who learn valuable life lessons.

Kisses were covered with lies. Lies were covered with kisses. Hate turned into lust. And lust turned into fantasy. That’s what we were, a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less. Now it’s time to move on. But how can you when your heart wants to stay stuck in the fantasy? When, even through all the lies and kisses, you still have lust?

When the king of the underworld wants you. You have no place to run. No matter how hard you try, no matter where you go. He will find you. It’s just a matter of do you want him to find you? Or do you want to run?

He kidnapped me. That was how I met Atlas Hyde - a man known by many names and admired by all. But most don't know he’s ruthless, conniving, and always gets what he wants - no matter the cost. I was a good girl. Never in trouble with the law. Never took drugs. Always did precisely what was expected of me. Even with his hand around my throat and words that cut sharper than knives, I couldn't help but wonder what happened to this beautiful man to make him that way.

He slips through the unlocked window. Creeps down the hall. A shadow standing in the bedroom doorway. Will you wake when death comes ripping? A string of brutal home invasion murders terrifies Dade County, Florida. The killer strikes in the dead of the night, savages innocent people in their beds, wipes out entire families. He attacks at random. Rich. Poor. Young. Old. No one is safe. When the city sleeps, he comes alive. Stalks the night. Walks among us.

A mass-shooter rages through Chicago in the days after Christmas. Brutal. Efficient. He etches a path of destruction through the city. Shooting up the mall. Opening fire in traffic. Rampaging through a movie theater. That's just his opening act. FBI profiler Victor Loshak heads to the windy city to investigate and finds himself swept up in a frenzied manhunt.

Some conspiracy theories turn out to be true. FBI profiler Victor Loshak works a brutal murder case in Watertown, New York - a woman found strangled in her basement, her face gone purple and baggy. But as he sifts through the crime scene details, his mind keeps drifting back to Kansas City, his last job. The human trafficking case there ended in something of a cliffhanger, and it's a loose end that everyone else in law enforcement seems in no hurry to tie up. The truth is out there. Always just out of reach.