Logan Vance is a hardened blacksmith and former underground fighter who believes love is a weakness. After a betrayal that nearly cost him his life, he has built walls around his heart as strong as the steel he forges. But everything changes when he crosses paths with Emilia Royce-a poised, sharp-witted fashion designer known for her ruthless ambition in the industry. Their worlds collide when Emilia commissions Logan to craft a custom steel accessory for her latest collection, forcing them into each other's orbit. At first, their interactions are full of friction-his raw masculinity clashing with her refined elegance. But beneath the surface, an undeniable attraction simmers. As Logan finds himself drawn into Emilia's high-society world, and she into the brutal, disciplined life he lives, they challenge each other in ways neither expected. Emilia forces Logan to confront his past, while he teaches her that vulnerability doesn't mean weakness. But when an old enemy from Logan's past resurfaces, threatening not just his life but everything he has come to care about, he must decide-stay guarded and safe or risk everything for the woman who's breaking down his defenses. In a world where steel meets silk, will love be strong enough to bind them together, or will their differences tear them apart?
The rhythmic clang of steel against steel echoed through the workshop, each strike sending a shower of sparks into the dimly lit space. Logan Vance wiped the sweat from his brow, his muscles flexing as he worked a glowing piece of metal into submission. The forge was his sanctuary-a place where heat and force shaped raw material into something formidable, just as life had shaped him.
He had no patience for distractions, especially not the kind that walked through his door in six-inch heels.
"Excuse me?" A voice, smooth yet edged with authority, broke through the air.
Logan turned, his sharp blue eyes narrowing at the woman standing in his workshop's entrance. She was a stark contrast to his world-poised, polished, and carrying an air of impatience. Her black designer dress hugged her curves, and she clutched a sleek portfolio in one hand. Her dark brown eyes scanned the space with thinly veiled disapproval.
"Are you lost?" Logan asked, his tone as rough as the steel he worked with.
"Hardly." The woman stepped forward, unfazed by his attitude. "You're Logan Vance, correct?"
He gave a slight nod.
"I'm Emilia Royce. I need a custom piece for an upcoming fashion collection."
Logan exhaled, turning back to the anvil. "Not interested."
Emilia's brow arched. "You haven't even heard what I want."
"I don't do fancy accessories for rich people." He lifted the hammer and brought it down hard on the metal, sending a sharp clang through the room.
Emilia crossed her arms. "I don't do rejection."
Logan smirked. "Then you're in the wrong place."
She stepped closer, unbothered by the heat from the forge. "You don't even know what I need. It's not just an accessory-it's a centerpiece for my next collection. A handcrafted steel corset. Something raw, powerful, and unlike anything on the market."
Logan paused. That was... unexpected. He turned to her, meeting her gaze with intrigue. "A steel corset?"
"Yes," she said, her confidence unwavering. "I want strength and elegance combined. Like armor, but wearable art."
Something about her words stirred him. Strength and elegance. Steel and silk. A contradiction that felt oddly familiar.
Still, Logan wasn't one to be easily convinced. "Sounds like a lot of work."
"And I'm willing to pay well for your time." Emilia extended a sleek business card. "You come highly recommended, Mr. Vance. I wouldn't be here if I thought anyone else could do this."
Logan studied her, searching for a sign of pretense, but found none. She wasn't just throwing money at an idea-she believed in it. That kind of conviction was rare.
With a sigh, he took the card, tucking it into his pocket. "Fine. I'll think about it."
Emilia's lips curled into a smirk. "Good. Because I don't take no for an answer."
She turned on her heel and walked out, leaving behind the faint scent of jasmine and the lingering challenge in her words.
Logan exhaled, running a hand through his dark hair.
This woman was trouble.
And he might just take the job anyway.
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?"
For as long as Emily can remember, she has wanted to overcome her shyness and explore her sexuality. Still, everything changes when she receives an invitation to visit one of the town's most prestigious BDSM clubs, DESIRE'S DEN. On the day she chose to peruse the club, she noticed three men, all dressed in suits, standing on the upper level, near the railing. Despite her limited vision, she persisted in fixating on them. Their towering statues belied the toned bodies concealed by their sharply tailored suits-or so she could tell. The hair of two of them was short and dark, and the third had light brown-possibly blond-hair that reached the shoulders. The dark, crimson background incised their figures, exuding an air of mystery and strength. They stood in stark contrast to the unfiltered, primal energy that pulsed through the club. Shocked by the desires these men aroused in her, she was disappointed to learn that they were masters seeking a slave to divide and conquer. She couldn't afford the fee, and she also realized that they were outside her league. Emily hurriedly left the club, feeling disappointed and depressed, unaware that she had also caught the group's attention. A world of wicked pleasure, three handsome men. Over the years, they have lived a life of decadence, their lavish lair serving as a stage for their most sinister desires. But despite the unending parade of willing subjects, one woman sticks out. A mysterious stranger with white porcelain skin and a killer body, a slave, a name with no address, the first lady to attract their eye and they will go to any length to obtain her no matter the consequences.
Her fiance and her best friend worked together and set her up. She lost everything and died in the street. However, she was reborn. The moment she opened her eyes, her husband was trying to strangle her. Luckily, she survived that. She signed the divorce agreement without hesitation and was ready for her miserable life. To her surprise, her mother in this life left her a great deal of money. She turned the tables and avenged herself. Everything went well in her career and love when her ex-husband came to her.
Sandra Hill, the long-lost real heiress of the Hill family, was shunned by her own kin. Instead of embracing her, they bestowed their affection upon an impostor. They even arranged her to marry a vegetative man in place of her so-called “sister”. Sandra sneered, refusing to put up with this humiliation, cut off ties with the Hill family immediately and ran into the flash marriage with Wesley Cooper, her unconscious billionaire husband. With her incredible medical skills, she defied the odds and revived him. Little did she expect that her husband spoiled her with all his love... A medical genius, a computer prodigy, a national treasure in painting, and a racing legend... Her husband revealed her various identities, leaving the Hill family regretful. Her father came pleading, "It's Dad's fault. Please come back." Her mother wept, "Mom will protect you from now on. Please come back." Even her five brothers knelt before he, begging for forgiveness. Yet, Sandra's smile held a hint of mockery as she vowed, “Never!”
"You're mine, little puppy," Kylan growled against my neck. A soft gasp escaped my lips as his lips brushed my skin. My mind screamed at me to push him away-the Lycan Prince who had humiliated me again and again, but my body betrayed me, leaning into him before I could stop myself. He pressed his lips against mine, and his kiss grew more aggressive, more possessive as I felt my legs weaken. What was I doing? In a split-second, I pulled away and slapped him hard across the face. Kylan's eyes darkened, but the smirk on his lips exposed his amusement. "You and I both know we can't fight this, Violet," he said, gripping my wrist. "You're my mate." "And yet you don't want me," I replied. "You told me you were ashamed of me, that l'd never be your queen, that you'd never love me. So please, accept my rejection and let me go." "Never," he whispered, his grip tightening as he pulled me closer. "Soon enough, you'll be begging for me. and when you do-I'll use you as I see fit and then I'll reject you."
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?