Phoenix Gunnar, an assassin with no conscience, is forced to take on a mission she never wanted-to kill August Grey, the secret boss of a powerful underground faction. But when her target turns the tables and captures her instead, Phoenix is thrust into a world of power, dominance, and twisted lust. She may have been sent to kill him, but now she's trapped in his arms, torn between duty, vengeance, and a passion that's impossible to resist.
The echo of gunshots tore through the night air, followed by the frantic clamor of men shouting in unison, their rage palpable as they screamed, "There's an assassin!" The sound reverberated off the crumbling walls of the dark alley, a tight labyrinth of forgotten streets in the city's underbelly. Amid the chaos, a stealthy figure darted like a shadow, seamlessly blending into the darkness.
The assassin moved without a whisper, each step calculated, her breath steady despite the adrenaline that threatened to overtake her.
The men were fast, but she was faster. She weaved through narrow passageways, gliding across damp streets slick with grime and rain. Her pulse thrummed in her ears as she bolted around corners, expertly slipping into the deepest pockets of shadow. For now, she had the upper hand. But she could hear them-relentless, relentless like dogs on the scent of blood.
After what felt like an eternity of running, she slowed down, her senses honed on the sound of her pursuers. The voices-once dangerously close-were now distant, fading. The hunt had lost its heat.
She stopped. Her chest rose and fell with controlled, practiced breaths as she scanned her surroundings, making sure she was truly alone. A nearby shed offered sanctuary. She hurried inside, slamming the door behind her, her heart still pounding. She ripped off her strange mask-an eerie, stylized skull that concealed her identity. Her hands trembled slightly as the mask dropped to the floor, revealing the round, smooth face beneath. She wiped the sweat from her brow with the back of her hand, feeling the ache of tension in her shoulders. The mask fell to the floor with a dull thud as she peeled off her skin-tight suit and tossed it aside. A simple shirt and skirt, hanging from a rusty nail, were hastily pulled on. Her heartbeat slowed, but her mind remained sharp. Just when she thought she'd shaken them- A sudden shout pierced the silence.
"There she is!" a voice bellowed from the distance, and the furious pounding of footsteps began again. Phoenix spun around, fear flashing briefly across her face. Her breath caught, but she didn't panic. Instead, she pointed in the opposite direction, her hand trembling with just the right amount of convincing terror. "They went that way!" she gasped, her eyes wide with false fear. The men exchanged a glance, their desperation overriding logic. Without a second thought, they sprinted in the direction she pointed.
Phoenix's lips curled into a smirk. "Idiots," she muttered under her breath, turning away from the shed. She slipped out, her movements smooth and unhurried now. A battered scooter lay hidden behind a pile of discarded boxes. She mounted it, kicked it to life, and sped off, the engine humming softly as she disappeared into the night. By the time she reached her luxurious apartment, the adrenaline had worn off, replaced by an insidious pain creeping up her spine. She stumbled through the front door, her vision blurring momentarily. She barely made it to the bathroom before she was violently coughing. The sharp taste of metallic blood filled her mouth. Her body lurched as the fit overtook her, and she collapsed to her knees in front of the sink, one hand clutching the cold porcelain, the other pressed to her stomach.
Blood spattered across the white countertop, the dark red streaks a horrifying contrast against the sterile surroundings. "D*mn you, Gavin!" she spat, glaring at her reflection in the mirror. The face staring back was pale, haunted, and twisted with fury. Gavin, her ex-boyfriend, had done this to her. Poisoned her. And now she was nothing more than his puppet, dancing to his tune in exchange for the antidote. The only way to live was to continue doing his bidding, executing targets for him as if she were a mere tool.
Phoenix grabbed a towel, angrily wiping the blood from her lips. Her hands shook-not from fear, but from the rage bubbling inside her.
She couldn't do this anymore. Her fingers clenched around her phone as she dialed Gavin's number, barely keeping herself from smashing the device against the wall. The phone rang twice before his lazy, smug voice answered. "Phoenix, darling," Gavin drawled, his voice thick with amusement. In the background, she could hear the flirtatious laughter of women-multiple women-wrapped around him like the poisonous snake he was. "Miss me already? Shouldn't you be out doing what you do best?"
"I need the antidote, Gavin. Now," Phoenix's voice was cold, her fury barely restrained. "I did what you asked. The job is done." Gavin chuckled, the sound grating in her ears.
"Oh, Phoenix. You know how this works. You get your dose when I say so. You don't make demands here."
Her grip tightened on the phone. "I'm not your slave. I did what you asked. The target is dead. Give me the antidote."
There was a pause, followed by a mocking hum. "Tsk, tsk. I wouldn't call you a slave, Phoenix. I think of you more as... a very expensive pet. One that knows her place." She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. A wave of nausea washed over her, but it wasn't from the poison-it was from the sheer hatred coursing through her veins.
"Gavin," she hissed, "I'm not playing this game anymore."
"Oh, but you are." His voice dropped to a menacing whisper. "Unless, of course, you want the poison to eat through your body. I wonder, how long do you think you'll last without your weekly dose?"
Phoenix clenched her jaw, swallowing the venomous retort that threatened to spill out. He was right. She needed the antidote. The pain was already creeping back, her muscles tightening, her vision swimming. She couldn't risk losing control. "What's next, then?" she finally groaned out, her voice low and full of hate.
"Oh, I thought you'd never ask." Gavin's voice brightened with cruel delight. "There's one more target. And this one is going to be fun. Very fun."
Mia thought she had it all-until her husband shattered her world with a single signature. Replaced by his secretary, she's left with nothing but the sting of betrayal and the weight of her mother's crumbling estate. Just as her life unravels, Alexander Wolfe-her ex-husband's ruthless rival-steps in with an unexpected proposition. Alexander offers Mia a lifeline, but at what cost? Beneath his cold and calculating demeanor lies an agenda as enigmatic as the man himself. As Mia is drawn into Alexander's world of power, secrets, and seduction, she discovers that the price of survival may be more than she bargained for. When betrayal runs deep and love feels like the ultimate risk, can Mia uncover the truth before her heart becomes the ultimate casualty?
Emilia Harper never expected her life to turn into a soap opera. Married to Damian, a man who was supposed to marry her twin sister Isabella, Emilia's life is a web of resentment, betrayal, and cold indifference. Though she never loved Damian, she respected their union-until she found him in bed with Isabella for the fifth time and this time around on their wedding anniversary. Heartbroken and furious, Emilia seeks refuge in a karaoke bar, drowning her pain in the music and a night with a handsome stranger. The next day, she realizes she's made a mistake and flees the country. Five years later, Emilia returns, now a world-renowned designer and mother to two celebrity children. She has one goal: to divorce Damian and be free of her past. But fate has other plans. The man from that night turns out to be Alexander Donovan-Damian's powerful billionaire uncle, the real head of the Harper family fortune. Now Alexander has set his sights on the one woman who was always meant to be his. And he's determined to claim her for himself-while Damian watches everything he thought he owned crumble to pieces.
COALESCENCE OF THE FIVE SERIES BOOK ONE: THE 5-TIME REJECTED GAMMA & THE LYCAN KING BOOK TWO: THE ROGUES WHO WENT ROGUE BOOK THREE: THE INDOMITABLE HUNTRESS & THE HARDENED DUKE *** BOOK ONE: After being rejected by 5 mates, Gamma Lucianne pleaded with the Moon Goddess to spare her from any further mate-bonds. To her dismay, she is being bonded for the sixth time. What’s worse is that her sixth-chance mate is the most powerful creature ruling over all werewolves and Lycans - the Lycan King himself. She is certain, dead certain, that a rejection would come sooner or later, though she hopes for it to be sooner. King Alexandar was ecstatic to meet his bonded mate, and couldn’t thank their Goddess enough for gifting him someone so perfect. However, he soon realizes that this gift is reluctant to accept him, and more than willing to sever their bond. He tries to connect with her but she seems so far away. He is desperate to get intimate with her but she seems reluctant to open up to him. He tries to tell her that he is willing to commit to her for the rest of his life but she doesn’t seem to believe him. He is pleading for a chance: a chance to get to know her; a chance to show her that he’s different; and a chance to love her. But when not-so-subtle crushes, jealous suitors, self-entitled Queen-wannabes, an old flame, a silent protector and a past wedding engagement threaten to jeopardize their relationship, will Lucianne and Xandar still choose to be together? Is their love strong enough to overcome everything and everyone? Or will Lucianne resort to enduring a sixth rejection from the one person she thought she could entrust her heart with?
After two years of marriage, Sadie was finally pregnant. Filled with hope and joy, she was blindsided when Noah asked for a divorce. During a failed attempt on her life, Sadie found herself lying in a pool of blood, desperately calling Noah to ask him to save her and the baby. But her calls went unanswered. Shattered by his betrayal, she left the country. Time passed, and Sadie was about to be wed for a second time. Noah appeared in a frenzy and fell to his knees. "How dare you marry someone else after bearing my child?"
"Mr. Evans, please maintain some dignity. Don't forget I'm your brother's wife!" Having caught her husband and best friend together in the bed, Elena wanted nothing more than to exact revenge on the people she once called family. She refused to be a pitiful divorcee and vowed to make everyone who had once looked down on her beg for forgiveness. And to start with her newfound freedom, Elena indulges in a one-night stand with a stranger. However, what was meant to be a fleeting escape turns into a nightmare when she learns that the stranger is none other than her husband's older brother! Would Elena be free from the shackles of her marriage? Or would the mysterious stranger make her life a living hell since he seemed to have a personal vendetta against his family? [The story is 18+ and involves mature content.]
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
Two years ago, Ricky found himself coerced into marrying Emma to protect the woman he cherished. From Ricky's perspective, Emma was despicable, resorting to underhanded schemes to ensure their marriage. He maintained a distant and cold attitude toward her, reserving his warmth for another. Yet, Emma remained wholeheartedly dedicated to Ricky for more than ten years. As she grew weary and considered relinquishing her efforts, Ricky was seized by a sudden fear. Only when Emma's life teetered on the edge, pregnant with Ricky's child, did he recognize-the love of his life had always been Emma.
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."