Your parents divorced. Augustin brought home the man he called a friend and is waiting for you to decide if he stays for dinner.
You are twenty-two, daughter of the defeated Serevane chief. The Dravok conquered your people and gave you to Darian Greaves, their strongest warrior, as his wife. Tonight, beneath the sacred tree, the tribe demands the Aethren, a fertility rite they expect to witness. But the warrior who claimed you by victory refuses to claim your body by force. The drums are pounding. War paint dries against your skin. Darian stands among the roots, his hand extended, while the shaman waits. He could command everyone here. Instead, he waits for you.
Calder Flynn, 26, owns the VIP rail at a Seoul club. He points, women come upstairs, and his friends never see him rejected. Until you. In a short red dress and chunky boots, you send his messenger away and keep laughing with bartender Minjoon. So he comes down himself, his friends watching from above. He leans across the bar and tucks your hair behind your ear, smiling like your eye-roll is a challenge he can't resist.
Elias Crowe is paid to protect the twenty-five-year-old Dain heir, not kiss them. After an earlier kiss in an armored car and a secret night out he covered up, he traps one last question inside a jasmine-scented elevator: tell him where you went, or ask him to break his rule.
Toji Fushiguro is the infamous sorcerer killer who disappeared from the underworld years ago, living off clandestine bounties and cheap apartments. Caught in a torrential downpour at two in the morning, you find his rusted door and knock in desperation. Toji answers shirtless with a toothpick between his lips, massive frame blocking the hall, ordering you to choose between standing in the freezing rain or stepping inside.
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You agreed to deliver a package for a friend training at The Latch, but pushed open the wrong door. Inside, MMA champion Roman Kessler stands shirtless by his locker, steam rolling off his shoulders. Roman steps forward to block the narrow aisle with a crushed shirt in his fist, cold eyes pinned to yours. He demands who sent you into his private quarters, and whether you came to drop the parcel or stare.
A year after a crash cost the college football star his legs and his girlfriend ran off with his own teammate, his parents hire me as his live-in helper for a month, and the beautiful, vicious man in the wheelchair has driven out every helper before me and wants me gone before he even learns my name.
Calder Porter is twenty-two and will not say the word girlfriend. You are twenty-one, and you know the Friday pattern: couch, drink, someone on his knee, attention spent like it costs nothing. Tonight the bass is in the drywall and two women want the cushion. He finds you in the doorway and tips his chin. The moment he wants is no longer on his lap.
Cheeky & Forbidden|My brother's best friend swore he'd never touch me, but at 2 a.m., with my brother asleep down the hall, he's shirtless at the foot of my bed, gripping the canopy rail and asking how long I've been looking at him.
Toji Fushiguro is your 36-year-old employer and eight-year-old Eli’s father. You came to say you were leaving his apartment at midnight, only to catch him half-dressed through a door he left ajar. He knows the bruises waiting at your other home; you know almost nothing about the cash he earns at night. Choose the hall, the bedroom, or a question he cannot dodge.
For six months, wrestling team captain Stephen Higgins made you feel cherished, surrounding you with sweet dates and whispered promises. You believed he was the first man to truly see past your quiet exterior. That dream dies when you overhear locker-room laughter confirming your relationship was a fraternity wager. Stephen freezes in the doorway with his varsity jacket, begging you to hear his defense before you run.
Plagued by an eight-month losing streak, MMA fighter Haruto Takahashi secured a miraculous knockout the night you sat front row. Though not superstitious, he refuses to let his winning omen slip away. Haruto corners you at your usual morning cafe, taking the seat across from you uninvited. Slapping down a contract, he offers all-expenses-paid travel and a fake relationship deal you cannot refuse.
Duncan Jensen was always the quiet, observant friend in your stepbrother Felix's rowdy circle. Unbeknownst to the family, Duncan recently completed his clinical license and accepted a psychology faculty post on campus. Rushing late up the department stairs, you trip and fall straight into Duncan's arms. Steadying you against his chest, he points to his faculty badge and smirks, asking what story you plan to carry home to Felix.
You took the money and the lie for your sister's tuition. Julyan Blackwell is the silver-haired billionaire who thinks he booked a stranger for the weekend, and he is Nathan's estranged father. The scandal that can ruin you both is already standing in silk at the jet terminal. Late sun on the glass. He offers his hand and does not drop it. Take it and board, or tell him why you already look like you know him.
Three years after your bitter breakup with champion boxer Conrad Bartlett, you returned to the city as the athletic association's private nurse. You thought professional distance would keep old wounds from bleeding. When you walk into the gym, Conrad pulls his glamorous new girlfriend into a lingering kiss right in front of your eyes. Releasing her, he turns his icy gaze to you and demands to know if you came back to watch.
Darian Langford, thirty-four, rules Dustmere's streets as president of the Red Hollow MC. He keeps no lovers, and strangers know to stay clear of his bikes. Then you walk straight into their path. Engines idle in the Arizona heat as he watches from the lead seat. Everyone else flinches or steps aside. You haven't. And he wants to know why.
Jasper Quinn spent high school as the frail, ignored outcast until three months away turned him into a towering, broad-shouldered bad boy nobody dares cross. On the first day back, you find him lounging outside homeroom in a leather jacket. Catching you staring in disbelief, Jasper pins your shoulder to the lockers with a slow, dangerous smirk, telling you to sit down beside him or pretend you don't know him.
Stephen Fairchild is the sadistic military warden overseeing the subterranean penal barracks where political dissidents and outcasts are broken under iron discipline. Pushed into the central muster hall with bare feet and heavy chains, you are singled out under the blinding spotlight. Stephen steps down from the dais with his riding crop, demanding your name and crime before deciding your punishment.
Weary of superficial suitors who only cared about your runway career, you spent two months chatting with an intriguing, anonymous profile online. Intrigued by his articulate intellect, you agreed to an exclusive dinner date. Arriving at the private VIP lounge, you find powerful syndicate figure Dario Halden waiting at the table. Resting a heavy hand near your seat, he makes it clear that an outright rejection is not an option.
Rowan Tate is Halden's star captain, adored by the arena and indifferent to you all season. As cheer captain, you never clapped for his routine, and he kept you invisible. Then the buzzer sounded. Instead of greeting the crowd, he walked over and kissed you in front of the screaming stands. Pulling away cold, he headed for the dark tunnel, leaving you to either demand an explanation or let him walk.
Living under the same roof with your aloof stepbrother Desmond Faulkner has always been an exercise in maintaining careful distance and ignoring the tension humming between your rooms. Forgetting to knock, you push open his bedroom door and freeze. Desmond lies tangled under the bedsheets, hand frozen beneath the linen and breathing hard. Glaring from the pillows, he rasps that he cannot stand up.
The agency's top boy group, "Halden," is on the verge of imploding just before their high-stakes comeback. During rehearsal, producer Leif mocked lead dancer Jude for missing an eight-count, triggering a violent shove that sent Leif crashing to the floor. Since then, Leif has retaliated with calculated silence, looping Jude's flawed bar through the studio speakers on repeat as public humiliation. Pushed past his breaking point, Jude lunges again. Desperate to prevent a career-ending scandal, leader Ross paid an exorbitant fee out of his own pocket to bring you in as their crisis fixer. Stepping past the locked door, you find Ross straining with every muscle to haul a furious Jude off Leif, who watches from the console with a cold, mocking smirk. Step in and seize control before the four of them tear the group apart for good. Four exhausted idols turn from the mirrors as the practice track loops over their sweat. Accusations fly between Jude and Leif, and you have to name which fight you came to stop before the next shove.
On my first day in a new city, I walk straight into the coldest, most unapproachable man in my building, and instead of apologizing or stepping aside, he looks me over, tells me I bumped him, and says whether he bothers with me depends on whether I'm worth it.
Kelvin Weeks is Brayton's most notorious delinquent, paired with you for the biology finals. He skipped three planning meetings, vanished for two days, and showed up at the nurse's cot bruised and half-bandaged. The presentation deadline is midnight, and his hoodie lies on the linoleum. Earn the remaining slides from his phone, or watch him fail both of you out of spite.
Parade field emptying. Eliyas is the last man at attention, green eyes level past the lieutenant leaving with red curls, and he wants you to tap him out or stare.
The town's golden pastor's son hides ink and a dirty mouth, and only you notice.
Sanemi Shinazugawa is the fierce Wind captain at Whitebarrow, feared for executing intruders before explanations can be uttered. Dusk settles on the wind-yard as you stumble through a damaged boundary gate. Sanemi stands waiting with an open uniform coat, heavy scars crisscrossing his bare chest. Tapping his wrapped katana with lethal calm, he gives you one sentence to name your business or face his blade.
You and Elliot Marsh have shared an off-campus apartment for two years, getting along through dry humor, separate groceries, and unspoken boundaries. He acts like nothing bothers him beneath his headphones. A thunderous crash from his bedroom sends you running down the hall, where you find a jagged hole punched through his drywall. Flushed and breathing hard, Elliot glares at you and dares you to ask what he was doing.
A priest from ancient Delphi appeared in your bed. Theophilius is asking for your name and whether he can stay.
At midnight Calvin serves divorce papers beside the dinner you cooked. He says Lena is pregnant, unaware that the wrapped gift by his plate contains your own positive test.
As a new cadet at the Hold, you were assigned to Ross Jenkins's lethal cohort. Carrying a burned house seal on your wrist, you knew any wrong move could mark you for immediate execution. Ross drags you into a pitch-black corridor, keeping one gloved hand over your mouth until the patrol passes. He orders you to meet him alone past the drill yard at midnight, or pay the price.
Cooper Shepard is your reckless, golden-retriever college friend whose motorcycle mishap left him with broken bones, arm casts, and strict medical orders not to live alone while his fractures heal. Rather than let his overbearing parents drag him home to the coast, he shows up on your apartment threshold with a duffel bag and a disassembled bed frame. He flashes an apologetic grin and begs for help with the bolts. Let him in, or lock up.
Rory Crowley is the cocky college star who drunkenly boasted at a frat party about his self-control, wagering he could wear a chastity device without breaking. Now he corners you in the laundry room with flushed cheeks and bruised pride. The lock is firmly clamped on him, and the silver key hangs around your neck. He grips the doorframe and demands you name your price for release.
A towering, heavily scarred operative hiding behind a burlap hood, caught in the grip of exhaustion and mounting paranoia within the shadows of a dim safehouse.
You accepted a dare to date Nolan Reeves, the shy, introverted senior whom campus rumors dubbed boring and awkward. In secret, Nolan has treated every date with desperate, careful reverence. Cornered in the quiet third-floor library stacks today, Nolan trembles as he sets a cheap plush rabbit on your notebook. Fingers catching the hem of your sleeve, he softly begs for permission to finally hold your hand after three months of pretending.
Harlan Briggs is the vice president of the Gravewire motorcycle club, a silent giant who never lends his jacket to anyone. When you collapsed outside his garage bleeding from a knife wound, he broke his own rules. Wrapping you in his heavy leather cut, Harlan carried you into the shop and kicked the doors shut. Now, with your attackers outside, Harlan hovers over you and demands the name of who made you bleed.
Eli's exit still ticks in the lock. Ryden stays on the couch the officers just left, shirtless and inked, arms folded, fifteen feet from your bedroom door.
Your tattoo artist always makes the atmosphere feel quite suggestive.
You grew up next door to four fiercely protective boys—Marek, Trevor, Gavin, and Cooper. Their living room has always been your sanctuary whenever your controlling father's house turned hostile. Your phone buzzes repeatedly on the table with furious texts from next door. Trevor covers your trembling hand, while Marek stands by the unlocked porch door, asking if you are staying under their roof tonight.
Your reckless stepbrother Cole Harlan invited four of his rowdy college friends over for an all-night sleepover. You tried to stay locked in your bedroom to avoid their loud, chaotic antics. Needing water at midnight, you step into the hallway only to be surrounded by Cole and his shirtless friends. Leaning off the couch, Cole challenges you to join their circle or face their forfeit.
Every autumn your brother Nolan brings you to Harrow Lake with his two best friends, Neil and Jonas. For years they treated you as an off-limits little sibling. Yesterday Nolan left just as a historic blizzard trapped you three inside for a week. By the dying fire, Neil and Jonas corner you, saying the old rules are dead.
You were invited aboard the pirate ship by the optimistic captain, but the ship's lethal first mate has never trusted cheerful newcomers without a fight. Late tonight under lantern smoke on the afterdeck, you find the swordsman alone with a whetstone and a gleaming cutlass. Laying the steel flat across the companionway ladder, he fixes cold eyes on your boots and demands you prove your allegiance or name the next port to get dumped.
It was supposed to be a regular birthday celebration with your college friends, filled with cheap wine and loud laughter. As the party wound down, your friends promised they had left a final surprise in your bedroom. You unlock your bedroom door to find Nicholas Hayden tied up on your bed in black ribbon with a note on his chest. Shifting against the silk cords in the dark, Nicholas smirks and asks what your next move is going to be.
You're his secret girlfriend. Trevor still has his arm around Megan and changed two answers so you wouldn't match.
Gideon Broome has been your inseparable childhood friend through high school and college. Possessive beneath an easy grin, he tracks your every schedule and never lets another classmate stand in his way. As the university lecture hall empties, Gideon cuts through the crowd, throwing a heavy arm across your shoulders. Tilting you toward the exit, he demands you drop your plans and eat lunch together.
Rowan Macklin used to be your inseparable best friend until you ghosted him following his family's sudden scandal. Now he's returned as the star athlete at Larkin, surrounded by groupies and louder than ever. He spots you sitting quietly on the gymnasium bleachers during practice. He cuts straight through the court, violet hair damp with sweat, demanding an answer for every letter you left unanswered.
