Gia Hunter

TERZO When I took someone's life, I knew there was no going back. To seek redemption and save my sister from marrying an evil like Francesco Giordani, I have to find his runaway daughter. The job should be easy- bring Dani Souls home by any means necessary. But when life takes an unexpected turn, it's not always in the right direction. I find myself drawn to her. Seeing her terrified of me, I take it to my advantage. I didn't give her many options: marry me or marry another monster. My only issue is that she doesn't know I killed her brother. *** DANI When a tall, dark, and mysterious man steps into my life, I know he's a made man- extremely dangerous. In a moment of weakness, I shot him.  For someone like Terzo Siciliano, a ruthless, unforgiving, and incapable of emotions, whose surname is feared by many, I should be dead by now. Instead, he plays his cards right and lures me into a trap- a marriage for my protection, or he owns my life. While our families are on the verge of a raging war, I feel helpless to resist his devilish charm. But I don't know which feels much worse, me treading on dangerous waters or uncovering his deceit?

"Why did you bend over, Maverick?"   "Because you told me to, assh*le."   "I'm so tempted to f*ck you right now. You're the most exquisite woman I've ever been with, the only beautiful thing I see and have."   "Then what are you waiting for? Just punish me already!" *** MAVERICK As a working college student, I struggle to make ends meet until a stranger approaches me with a proposal-- to be his employer's wife for an enormous sum of money. Knowing the cash will help me pay my grandmother's medical bills, I accept the offer with a demand-- just a marriage of convenience, no intimacy. It's too late to realize I'm marrying the charming and gorgeous to a fault, young Mr. Winston. And there's this instant fire between us despite my inhibitions. Things get more complicated when our sham marriage is put to the test by his father, who threatens to expose my dirty little secret. *** LAKE Being a Braddson-Winston heir is sometimes a curse. My father is a real SOB and a pain in my ass. He makes one outrageous demand for me to secure the CEO seat in the company-- marriage. So I found a perfect bride- Maverick Bates II, who is beautiful but in a dire financial situation. I only ask two things. We stay MBA and keep things purely business until the contract ends. As simple as that. It was meant to be a straightforward deal, but each day I get to know her, my position is not the only thing at stake but also my heart. I realize I can't let her go even if I have to make a dangerous bargain with her father, who happens to be a ruthless crime boss.

“I can smell you’re wet for me, my little mate.” My nose flared. My chest heaved. My rage boiled inside my body, making me want to explode. “Well, take this, Alpha. I, Shadow Raven Hawks, omega of Night Stalker Pack—” “Shadow, what the fuck are you doing?” He was fast to cup my face as his eyes began brewing the pain. “Rejecting—” I wasn’t finished when he slammed his mouth against mine, stopping me. *** She’s a lone wolf— a rogue. Shadow Hawks learns to keep her head down. That’s how she survives until she wakes up in a pack run by a control freak hot-as-sin ruthless Alpha. With one single sniff of him, she feels an intense connection with irresistible heat. Now she’s got her old pack on her heels. The only one who can protect her is Alpha Califf. She will do everything, even if she has to bow down and reveal herself. Califf Stone doesn’t have time for a relationship but to protect his pack from a sinister, vicious Alpha killing the neighboring packs. Until he meets a mysterious rogue who enjoys defying his orders, he finds himself craving for her, losing control— And he knows she’s the one. When their common enemy threatens her, he’s ready to break his defenses to protect his mate. What surprises him, she’s not only half-Lycan, half-witch. She’s also a Lycan Princess.

Kennedy Gilby works hard for years for the promotion. Before she takes the risk, traveling to the country she never heard of for the assignment, she meets a green-eyed, smoldering hot, and devilishly handsome Thayer that any woman will wrap their hands around him. She just broke up with her ex, yet she’s already dreaming of His Royal hotness in disguise. When she learns the real identity of the arranged to be engaged prince, she runs away. Thayer Camren Aleksei Keoni Gattewarde Braynburd works hard for the monarch. When the King becomes ill, the prince apparent unwrapped the list of his son’s potential wives. Prince Thayer decides to bring a woman of his own choice even if the time is not on his side. The moment Thayer lays an eye on Kennedy, he knows she’s the one. He is used to getting what he wants. When he realizes he’s madly in love with her, he kidnaps her, not only once but twice. To Kennedy, she’s not ready to give up her career and her ordinary life, but the charming prince is willing to give up his title to make his future wife fall in love.

Have you ever experienced while browsing the Internet, all of a sudden, the ads pop-up? It’s annoying, isn’t it? Well, not in the case of a Brit heir to the Linton Empire. That’s how Clyve Linton meets the cam girl. In a millisecond, his eyes widen, his jaw drops, his muscles tense everywhere, and his um— Well, his life knocks over when he comes face to face with Sindy Kate, Westley, Harry, or whatever her real name is. And the only rule he never plans on breaking, he ends up throwing out his bloody window. Westley or better known as Harry Bloom left her luxurious life after being humiliated for some false claim. Her best friend took her in. When their lives turn upside down, she has to do something even if it means destroying the little reputation she has left. She becomes Sindy Kate. What happens when one of her viewers appears on her doorsteps, calling her the character she created? Is she willing to admit just for a promise to keep it secret? How far will she go to fight against her attraction when it is way stronger than her troubles she’s going to face in the future?

Amidst the depth devastation of an unknown deadly virus, Iris Clayton escapes and seeks refuge from the group of pandemic survivors protected by a strikingly handsome and badass Colt Snow. Iris is drawn to him, and there is more to this mysterious man than meets the eye. After the loss of his brother, Colt doesn't give a damn about a vulnerable woman than protecting his group. But action speaks louder than words. Every time he looks into her terrified unique blue irises, Colt finds himself trapped in those depths and only knows one thing—he feels the strong urge to risk his life and protect her from whoever is hunting her. After all, Blue Iris might be the only hope of humanity and survival. “I was wrong to think that there was no humanity left in this world anymore.” _Iris Clayton  

Night Stalker Series 3 Forrest Wood is an enigmatic tattooed bartender who lives in two worlds to protect someone he loves. While searching for answers half his life, he never questions his self-control over temptations. Until something has changed in Megan, a woman he's been keeping tabs on for a while. When finally, he's ready to deal with his feelings, he knows nothing can be simple in his life—it only complicates his plans and his secrets that Megan might not accept who truly he is. A flirty, blunt, and funny, Megan Simons built her walls over relationships until her life crumbles down in front of her. Forrest comes to the rescue. She finds him intriguing and beyond attractive. When she starts bringing her walls down, she finds herself in a situation where Forrest Wood is more than what meets the eye.

“A forbidden fruit he can’t resist.” A hardworking perfumer, Arella Rogue violated rules once and shared a passionate night with a strange. After seven years, a twisted fate brings them together, but her heart is still raw to gamble over her unrecompensed feelings. An optimistic and charismatic businessman Skipper Linton’s plan crumbles like his heart the moment he meets Arella again. Their scorching passion reignites, but there’s a slight problem—she’s forbidden fruit he shouldn’t bite. And if there’s one thing Arella learned from her past—it’s not to play with fire. But the more she pulls away, fate brings them closer. And one long-buried secret can change their lives forever.

It’s started with a flirt. It wasn’t a surprise to me that he’s a playboy—it’s all written all over his pretty face. He’s the kind of guy your mom warned you about, but your body craves. It might be hard to accept, but I’ve been in a dry spell for a long time. So maybe he’s the answer, but the charming, cocky, and brutally honest playboy made me feel like no man ever did. And pretty soon, I was in too deep. It wasn’t a part of my plan. I never have imagined my life to be with someone more than just a one-night stand, let alone a woman with a kid, but just a single look at her gorgeous blue eyes, I’m already confused—I’ve never been drawn to any women the way I was drawn to this woman. Knowing all the restraints I did in years, I’ve proven myself that sometimes, you just have to follow your heart.

Samantha Anderson has been cautious over men after her boyfriend cheated on her, but things have changed when Phoenix comes into the picture. A cocky, confident, and relentless businessman Phoenix Williams comes back to the town he swore not to revisit—and that type of man Sam despised. Surprisingly, the same qualities draw Phoenix closer to her. He also treats her like a princess. But like most relationships, there are always ups and downs—their relationships tested by their pasts—the past that brings them closer, and the same past can change their lives forever.

It all started with a hit on my face. You see, I’m rich, a club owner and women fill in line to have a little taste of me. Until a certain devastatingly gorgeous brunette shows me that I won’t always get what I want. She challenges me that no women ever did. The fact that she’s off-limits, I should have stopped with my little games, but I took things too far. Eventually, she becomes my addiction. I start to feel something—something so deep that I’ve never felt before, but I just couldn’t help myself. One night with her is not enough. I need to have her again.

When River Rouge’s ex starts stalking her, she turns to the man she resented for years for help—a rich, powerful, and private named Krew Selik. At first, she’s just a damsel in distress, and Krew is her white knight, but their attractions are undeniably strong. She’s grown to him that she’d never been with anyone, breaking her free from her own restraint. Krew Selik is not only someone’s knight. For years, he’s struggled to fight his own demons. Haunted by the secrets of his past, he finds a light from the woman he never thought he can be trusted. But when River thinks that her life is going in the right direction, everything falls apart. Being with Krew comes at a price, and some secrets threaten to tear them apart.

Abby King is living a simple life for three years after the horrific incident. When her mother passed away, Abby is left no choice but to agree to the terms is the will. And one thing she’s not prepared for is to marry the extremely handsome Hughes Industries CEO Seb Hughes, but he has a reputation over women. Seb Hughes is a rich, handsome, and has everything in a snap of his fingers. A relationship is the last thing he wants, but just one look on a mysterious Abby, his cold heart flutters, and he starts fantasizing her even if he knows it’s not right. There’s something about Seb Hughes that Abby can’t shake it away—he’s not just a playboy that she should stay away from, he also has a huge heart and with an overprotective tendency. After what she’d been through, maybe Seb is the right person for her—who can protect, accept, and maybe love her despite her dark past.

I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."

I didn't mean to call my boss. I definitely didn't mean to leave a seven-minute voicemail of dirty secrets about him. Working for Ruslan Oryolov is the job from hell. The man is impossible-demanding, arrogant, and way too gorgeous for his own good. After eighteen months of fetching his coffee and swallowing my pride, all I wanted was one night of stress relief. But the billionaire CEO of Bane Corporation isn't just a boss from hell. He's the head of the Oryolov Bratva-and now that he's heard every secret I never meant to share, he's decided to claim me. His contract. His rules. His protection for my three orphaned nieces and nephews-the only reason I'm signing my life away to a man I should fear. He owns my signature. He owns my safety. Now he wants my soul.

"You're leaving," Lorenzo said softly. Ivy straightened her spine and raised her chin. "I am. I'm getting out of this place even if it means climbing over the front gates. I can't stay here anymore. I'm leaving!" "You can't," Lorenzo said flatly. "Not now." "Watch me," Ivy hissed, brushing past him. Lorenzo stepped in her way and grabbed her by the arms-not roughly, but firmly. "I mean it, Ivy. You can't leave," he said tightly. She struggled against his grip, her bag falling to the floor with a thud. "Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't belong here. This place is insane. Your family is insane!" "You belong to me," he said sharply, eyes burning into hers. "And it's my job to protect what's mine." "I don't want to be yours," Ivy cried. "I want to be free! I want to live!" Something shifted in Lorenzo's face. He looked at her then, not as an obligation, not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who had been caught in a storm she never asked for. And something in him cracked. Lorenzo reached down and cupped her face with both hands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. His thumbs wiped away the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I never wanted to hurt you," he said quietly. Her lower lip trembled. "Then let me go..." "I can't," he whispered. And then, without thinking, he leaned in and kissed her. *************** Ivy Wesley believed that marrying a wealthy stranger would be her golden escape from a life of struggle. Lorenzo Martinelli was supposed to be her way out: her fresh start, her answer to every prayer whispered in the dark. But the moment the mansion doors shut behind her, Ivy understood the truth. She hadn't stepped into a fairy tale. She had walked straight into the lion's den. The whispers about the Martinelli family's ties to the Mafia aren't just rumors; they're real, and now Ivy is bound to them by a ring on her finger and secrets she can never unlearn. There is no undoing this choice. No clean exit. Not after what she's seen. Not after what she knows. Surrounded by dangerous alliances, ruthless power plays, and truths sharp enough to draw blood, Ivy finds herself caught in a world where trust is a luxury and loyalty can be lethal. Yet in the middle of the chaos, something even more unexpected takes root: a love she never planned for, never prepared for, and may not survive. Now Ivy faces an impossible choice: run while she still can, or stand her ground beside the man who could destroy her as easily as he protects her. In a world where betrayal lurks behind every polished smile and devotion can cost a life, can their love endure... or will it be the very thing that brings everything crashing down?

I was the perfect Mafia wife, my dowry the foundation of my husband's ambition. I paid for his Yale degree, his tailored suits, and the very mansion he called his own. My reward? He paraded his mistress into my bedroom and declared her his second wife, expecting me to silently finance their affair. They thought they had broken a merchant's daughter. They forgot I was raised by wolves. Armed with a blood chit—a life debt owed to my family by the most feared man in Chicago—I walked into the lion's den. I went to Damien 'The Wraith' Falcone, the Dark Don who rules the Outfit with an iron fist, to demand a simple annulment. But the King of Chicago isn't interested in simple transactions. He saw the steel beneath my silk, the vendetta burning in my eyes. He granted me my freedom, but at a price: my allegiance. Now, I'm a pawn in his lethal game of thrones, caught between a treacherous husband I swore to destroy and a ruthless Don who looks at me with a terrifying, possessive hunger. In a city built on loyalty and betrayal, I'm about to teach them all that a queen's wrath is the deadliest weapon of all.

On my wedding day, my father sold me to the Chicago Outfit to pay his debts. I was supposed to marry Alex Moreno, the heir to the city's most powerful crime family. But he couldn't even be bothered to show up. As I stood alone at the altar, humiliated, my best friend delivered the final blow. Alex hadn't just stood me up; he had run off to California with his mistress. The whispers in the cathedral turned me into a joke. I was damaged goods, the rejected bride. His family knew the whole time and let me take the public fall, offering me his cousins as pathetic replacements-a brute who hated me or a coward who couldn't protect me. The humiliation burned away my fear, leaving only cold rage. My life was already over, so I decided to set the whole game on fire myself. The marriage pact only said a Carlson had to marry a Moreno; it never said which one. With nothing left to lose, I looked past the pathetic boys they offered. I chose the one man they never expected. I chose his father, the Don himself.

I was dragged back from the countryside by my father for one purpose: to be a sacrificial lamb. He ordered me to marry the mafia Don Damien Valachi in place of my sister. Everyone in the underworld knew that this Don's brides never saw the light of the next day. My stepmother put on a fake smile and took my hand, calling it an "honor"; my sister hid behind her, unable to conceal the gleam of triumph in her eyes. I smiled coldly and held up two fingers: "Twenty million dollars. Now." My father tried to play tricks, planning to take back the money from my trust fund after I died, but I had someone transfer every cent out before the wedding, leaving him a zero balance. The next day, the wedding car pulled up to the Valachi estate. The butler ordered the driver to use the service entrance-it seemed my groom didn't think I was worthy of the front gate. I got out and switched to an armored vehicle. I floored the accelerator, crashing straight through the estate gates. The gates shattered, and I didn't stop until I reached the main steps. I jumped out, the heel of my shoe crushing a broken iron railing, and shouted: "The bride is here." I looked up, scanning every window until my gaze stopped on one dark pane. I knew Damien was watching. I brushed the dust off my skirt, raised my voice a notch, and smiled: "What, the Don of the Valachi family doesn't dare come out to meet his new wife?"

I wasn't marrying into the Falcone mafia because I was loved. I was being handed over like payment. My parents owed the Falcones a fortune, and I was the daughter they chose to sacrifice. On my wedding day, I was supposed to become the wife of Enzo Falcone, the golden heir of New York's most dangerous mafia family. Then an anonymous message lit up my phone. Want to see your groom? Go to the bridal suite. I went. I found Enzo on my wedding bed with my half-sister. Her dress was pushed up. My lace garter, the one meant for me, was wrapped around her ankle like a trophy. And when the scandal exploded, no one blamed him. His mother called me a lunatic. My half-sister cried pretty, poisonous tears. Then she revealed the final insult. She was pregnant with Enzo's child. They locked down the estate to silence me. They wanted me humiliated, obedient, and disposable. A ruined bride. A convenient scapegoat. A debt paid in flesh and shame. So I gave them a show they would never forget. I walked onto the balcony, set my diamond-studded veil on fire, and dropped the burning silk in front of every elite guest who had come to watch me be sold. Then I went to the true matriarch of the Falcone family and made my own demand. I would not marry a traitor. I would marry Damien Falcone instead. The dead grandson. The fallen Underboss. The legendary God of War. A dead man could not betray me. A dead man could not touch me. A dead man could give me the power to destroy everyone who had tried to bury me. At least, that was what I thought. Until I learned Damien Falcone was not as dead as everyone believed.

"You've been in denial for so long, Addison." His voice was husky and heavy with lust. "Do you really want me to stop?" I could not bring myself to say no. My best friend's stepdad was like the devil, making me find so much pleasure in sin. "You can't even say no," he chuckled, letting go of my hand finally. They moved to my face and he stared into my eyes, while his other hand still worked wonders between my legs. "Don't make me do this," I finally said, moaning the words out. "Please." "Tell me to stop one more time and I will," he mumbled. "Please, st-" I didn't complete my words because he captured my lips with his. *+*+*+*+*+*+* Addison Rodriguez never expected to feel any sexual tension or fall in love with her best friend's stepdad. As she surrenders to the sexual tension, her loyalty to her best friend wavers, especially when she finds out that he is secretly a Mafia Lord trying to hide in plain sight and that her best friend's life is in danger, her loyalty is tested even further. Would she reveal his secret to protect her best friend, or keep it to protect her love?

I hid my identity as the heiress of a top-tier wealthy family just to build a normal, quiet life with my fiancé, Jefferey. We had just picked out our dream villa, but a sudden bank notification shattered my illusion. The entire $7.8 million from our joint trust fund had been wired to a woman named Jessie Barr. When I hacked into his synced tablet, the truth hit me like a truck. Jessie wasn't just a stranger; she was his secret lover. They even had a four-year-old son who shared Jefferey's exact eyes. "The money is in your account. Our future is secure now. I'll leave her soon." Reading his messages to her, I realized my three years of devotion were nothing but a long con. I was just the final "project" he needed to fund his real family. He used my resources, my connections, and my money to build a life in the shadows with his true love, treating me like a naive piggy bank he could discard at any moment. I had given up my absolute power for a man who fed me nothing but lies. But Jefferey forgot one crucial detail. I wasn't just some helpless woman he could ruin. I calmly closed my laptop and dialed a number I hadn't called in three years. "Mom, I was wrong. I'm ready to accept the Romero family's marriage alliance." It was time to gut his company and take everything he owned.

For three years, I was the invisible, obedient wife of Julian Falcone, the ruthless Don of the East Coast. I secretly ran my own underground network, laundering his money to secure his throne, hoping to finally earn his love. But he brought his childhood sweetheart, Elena, back from Europe and publicly paraded her at the syndicate gala, leaving me standing alone like a piece of furniture. He even moved her into our master suite, letting his mother and the entire family humiliate me as a nameless civilian. I was nearly five months pregnant with his heir, but he was too busy building a fake mafia resume for his mistress to notice my suffering. He used the very funds I had cleaned for him to buy her a throne, while his capos laughed at my expense. Lying alone on the cold operating table to abort his child, my last shred of devotion withered and died. I had labored in the dark for a man who only wanted a doll to arrange in his house while he built an empire for another woman. "I must go arrange a divorce." I packed my worn suitcases, left the annulment papers on his desk, and walked out of the estate. At the upcoming National Commission Summit, I will step out of the shadows as the true Boss of the W.E.N. Network, and let my husband watch his world burn.