As Janie flees to Carter Reed in response to her brother's menacing final words, her world devolves into turmoil in this suspenseful story of passion and peril. Scarred and in need of help, she makes her way through the scary Octave nightclub, where she meets Carter again and discovers a complicated emotional entanglement. Suspense is increased by the tenuous bond between Janie and Carter and the imminent threat posed by the Bertal family when Janie reveals her role in a fatal incident. Janie is caught in a dangerous situation where she is unsure of herself and afraid of Carter going missing. Janie's journey through danger, sacrifice, and the unpredictable dynamics of her relationship with Carter are explored in this story, which is full of surprising turns, dramatic disclosures, and tense moments. As each thrilling story develops, the fate of Janie in this tale is in the hands of trust, passion, and unforeseen consequences.
I still remember my brother's last words to me before he was murdered. "Go to Carter he will keep you safe. he'll protect you." she stands on the street and stares at the intimidating fortress of Carter Reed's nightclub, Octave. "After what i've done, going to the police would be as good as signing a death warrant. Carter Reed is my only hope." The line to get into Octave wave wraps around the block. Everyone's wearing high end fashion while blood stains her pants. right as she's about to walk over, her phone chimes, it's from Mallory her closest friend. "Janie where are you? i'm scared.
might go to the hospital." "DO NOT go to the hospital, they would ask you too many questions and make it easy to track us." Mallory and Janie always had each other's back. especially now that she shot her boyfriend before he could kill her. Her hands shake as she puts her phone away and sneak around to the back of the club. she spot a half open door and slip inside, but she immediately collide with a wall of muscle. "How did you get in here?" "I know Carter Reed. Could I... I mean, is he..." "You and everyone else. Honey don't waste my time." "Please just ask Carter himself. if he says no, it doesn't matter anyway. Carter was best friends with my brother, so he's my last hope." "You're still on this?" A hint of sympathy enters the bouncer's eyes, and he sighs. "Christ. i can't believe i'm doing this, what was your brother's name?" "Aj Martins." The bouncer pulls out a radio and speak into it for a moment, listening. Finally, he turns back to her. "Huh, Boss says to bring you in and set you up in a penthouse." Relief floods through her, she nearly drop to her knees on the floor. Quickly the bouncer guides her to the top floor penthouse, leaving her alone to wait. "Oh God Carter joined the mod shortly after AJ died. so what if he doesn't remember me? And most importantly i killed Jeremy Dunvan, part of the Bertal family mob. what if Carter turns me in?" She sink unto the couch trying to breathe, not bothering about the lights. After a few moments, the door click open, and a deep, rough voice drags her attention. "Where were you when AJ was mugged?" "You're asking about my brother? Carter, is that you?" The room is still dark, and the shadowy figure of Carter Reed sits on the opposite couch. "I asked you question." When her eyes adjust, she can make out the cut of Carter's jawline, his eyes gleaming in the dark. his voice is as icy as his nickname: The Cold Killer. "Aj wasn't mugged he was killed." "How did he die?" His voice grows colder and quieter each time he asks. "You want to know how AJ died? With a bat. I saw the whole thing." She press her forehead to her knees, and the smell of the blood on her pant nearly makes her gag. "Thank you for answering honestly." Carter hits a switch on the end of the table, and the room floods with light. "No one knows how Aj died except his sister. i needed to make sure it was you." "You don't recognize me?" "It's been a long time Janie." Her face heats up remembering the last time she saw Carter face to face. She was 16. Carter was her brother's bold, scary-smart best friend and her crush. one night Carter came over bruised from some fight he'd gotten into. He slept on their couch and... they ended up kissing, he was her first kiss. She clears her throat, and Carter leans forward like he knows exactly what she is thinking about. He pushes away from the couch and moves until he towers over her. Her body becomes painfully aware of how he has been sculpted into a deadly weapon. "Stand up." "Please." "What?" "Ask me nicely, would you please stand up? if it pleases you? i'm not one of your lackeys, you can't order me around." His brows lift delicately. It's a reminder that less important people than her have died by disobeying him. "I need to make sure you're not injured. Please" Reluctantly she stands up, ignoring the danger of Carter being so close. His eyes slide over her with intensity, categorizing each tears on her clothes, each spot of blood. "If you're not hurt, then where did the blood on your clothes come from?" She opens her mouth to respond, but fear keeps her quiet, trembling under Carter's keen gaze. "Why don't i make you something, and you can tell me? let's go to the kitchen." Janie is tired and hungry, but every second puts her friend Mallory and herself in more danger. She jerk away from Carter breathing hard. "I don't need food, i need help." Janie crumple onto the couch, and Carter lets her. "And i need specifics. You're like a feral cat." Right. well you're like a deadly robot. At least one of us still have emotions." "Someone needs to stay objective. Tell me what you're here for." "I need..." Her stomach pitches with fresh panic. lI need a bathroom." Carter points, and she barely makes it through the door before she's gagging into the sink. Her empty stomach only manages to produce acidic bile and she cough. "Janie?" She sink to the floor, trying to catch her breath. Carter crouches beside her and touches her shoulder. His touch is soft, but the power is hand is anything but. "Whatever it is Janie, i'll take care of you." Her breath through the pressure building in her chest. Carter does look like the whole world can lean on him and wouldn't break. She lets her head drop on his shoulder with a sob. He pats her back, a little stiff but soothing. "It's okay Janie, we'll figure it out." "Maybe you shouldn't promise anything until you know what i did." "I don't make promises that i don't think i can fulfill." She lift her head and meet his eyes. He doesn't look away or pull back, his gaze as steady as an anchor. "Carter thank you. Not just for this. But for being AJ's friend all those years ago." "Don't think about it. I did it for myself as much as for you and Aj." He smooths her hair back and steadies her chin on his knuckles. "Now, are you prepared to accept the consequences of coming to me?"
After being kicked out of her home, Harlee learned she wasn't the biological daughter of her family. Rumors had it that her impoverished biological family favored sons and planned to profit from her return. Unexpectedly, her real father was a zillionaire, catapulting her into immense wealth and making her the most cherished member of the family. While they anticipated her disgrace, Harlee secretly held design patents worth billions. Celebrated for her brilliance, she was invited to mentor in a national astronomy group, drew interest from wealthy suitors, and caught the eye of a mysterious figure, ascending to legendary status.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
On her wedding day, Khloe’s sister connived with her groom, framing her for a crime she didn’t commit. She was sentenced to three years in prison, where she endured much suffering. When Khloe was finally released, her evil sister used their mother to coerce Khloe into an indecent liaison with an elderly man. As fate would have it, Khloe crossed paths with Henrik, the dashing yet ruthless mobster who sought to alter the course of her life. Despite Henrik’s cold exterior, he cherished Khloe like no other. He helped her take retribution from her tormentors and kept her from being bullied again.
Bailey seems to be never destined to fit in, a little geeky, but under it all, a hidden beauty that so many seem to miss, but still not what her pack Alpha is looking for in a fated mate... so he is determined to reject her and make her life hell. Bailey, knowing her life will likely never be the same focuses on what she can control, her future, and heads off to study; becoming a teacher. Asher is the Beta of Autumn Valley Pack, a neighbouring pack. A broken man having suffered the loss of his mate after a rogue attack, Asher is slowly crumbling. Falling to pieces. A shadow of his former self, and not a man that anyone wants to be around anymore... Until, Autumn Valley Pack require a new teacher, and Bailey finds herself there and pushed together with the Beta. Is there a connection building or is that in their imaginations? And what will happen when Bailey's mate comes back to claim what is his?
"I'm going to tell you what I have in mind," he murmured. "First you're going to strip down until you're completely naked," he whispered against her ear. "Then I'm going to tie you up so you're completely powerless and subject to my every whim." "Mmm, sounds good so far," she murmured. "Then I'm going to insert a plug to prepare you for me. After that I'm going to spank that sweet ass of yours until it's rosy with my marks." She shivered uncontrollably, her mind exploding with the images he evoked. She let out a small whimper as he sucked the lobe of her ear into his mouth. God, she could cum with just his words. She was already aching with need. Her nipples tingled and hardened to painful points. Her clit pulsed and twitched between her legs until she clamped her thighs together to alleviate the burn. "And then I'm going to f**k your mouth. But I won't cum. Not yet. When I'm close, I'll flog you again until your ass is burning and you're on fire with the need for relief. And then I'm going to f**k that ass. I'm going to take you hard and rough, to the very limits of what you can withstand. I won't be gentle. Not tonight. I'm going to take you as roughly as you can stand. And then I'm going to cum all over your ass. Are you ready to be completely and utterly dominated?"
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."