Ryan Rule

"Rule No. 1: Don’t ask your brother's best friend to take your virginity Samantha had always ended relationships, since all men ever wanted was sex, when she wasn't willing they fled and never looked back—and in the quiet ache of wanting someone she can never have. Drew Carter, her brother’s best friend, has been her secret obsession since childhood. Smart. Gorgeous. Untouchable. But when Samantha turns twenty- four, she decides to break all the unspoken rules. With a heart full of nerves and a fire she can no longer suppress, she asks Drew for one reckless favor: take her virginity. No strings. They promise it won’t change anything. They were so wrong. Because once the line is crossed, there's no going back. Passion ignites. Old emotions resurface. And suddenly, everything—loyalty, friendship, and the safety of their past—is at risk. He was never supposed to want her. But some rules were made to be broken. Book 2 ~~~ Jazz thought she had everything a woman was supposed to want—a loving husband, a beautiful child, and a stable career. From the outside, her life looks perfect. But behind the routine of work, family dinners, and quiet nights lies a truth she can’t ignore anymore. She’s bored. Then she discovers The Weekend Club—a secret online community where ordinary couples escape their ordinary lives. At first, it feels thrilling… intoxicating even. But the deeper Jazz and her husband sink into the club’s seductive world, Trust begins to crack. And one reckless weekend sparks a chain of betrayal, obsession, and consequences no one saw coming. Because in The Weekend Club, every choice has a price. And once you step inside… there’s no such thing as just one weekend.

He was very angry. He was looking at me like he wants to either rape me or punch my face. "I can expla- " He cuts me off. "You have been a very very bad kitty. You have no idea what I've been through." His grip on my neck tighten suffocating my food pipe. "Strip." The word brought me out of the electric shock. "Wha- " "I m counting till 3 if you didn't, I'll tear your clothes off - 1." Is this really happening? "2." I thought he was gay. "3." --------------------------------------------------- Emara, 21 years old human who disguises herself as a man to get a job in a Multinational company. But little she did know ... 1. The boss is smoking hot. 2. He is not human. 3. She is his mate. What will happen when the Big Bad Wolf will meet his Mate? How will he react knowing his mate is a Guy, not a Girl? What will happen when the truth will flood out? Who will drown? Who will swim?

Caroline Matthews has three rules of friendship with Maverick Thompson, her best friend since third grade: One: Always come when the other calls, no matter what. Two: Always tell the truth and never keep secrets. Three: Never fall in love with each other. She's already broken two of them. For three years, Caroline has been in love with Maverick, hiding her feelings while watching him date other girls, break up, and come crying to her every single time. She's the best friend. The safe one. The girl who's always there but never seen. When they both get into Kalewood University, Caroline decides it's time. New beginning, fresh start, perfect moment to finally confess her feelings and break the third rule. Then Riley shows up, Maverick's ex-girlfriend, the one who broke his heart, the girl he never got over and ruins everything with a single kiss. Harry, who is Maverick’s estranged older stepbrother from the family, a campus legend, and the frontman of the hottest band, is dangerous, damaged, and exactly the kind of guy Caroline has spent her entire life avoiding. Harry has a proposition: fake date him to make his ex and obsessive fans back off, and maybe, just maybe, make Maverick realize what he's been missing all along.

“You stare like you’re trying to memorize me,” she murmured quietly, without looking up. He stepped closer, voice rough. “I already have. Every inch. Every sigh. But I still feel like I’m starving for you.” He walked up behind her. His fingers trail over her collarbone, slow, reverent. She shivers. “You shouldn’t touch me like that,” she whispered. “Say stop, and I will. But don’t lie.” He leaned down, brushing his lips against the side of her neck. Her breath hitched. “This… this is dangerous.” He murmured, “You’re the most dangerous thing in my life. I’ve killed men with steadier hands than I have when I’m near you.” She turned to face him, their eyes locked. One look—everything trembled between them. “Let me ruin every thought you have of gentleness, Inayat. Let me be the fire you crave but don’t dare name.” He lifted her, gently, set her on the table beside the couch. His hands lingered on her thighs, the tension coiling like smoke in the air. He whispered, “You asked me once why I watch you like I might break. It’s because loving you has become my most violent instinct.” *** When King Agnil is betrayed and slain by his own commander, Samarth, his kingdom falls into chaos—and his daughter, Inayat, becomes the obsession of the man who murdered her father. Years later, the exiled prince, Ayman, returns to reclaim the throne. His plan? Use Samarth’s sister as a weapon of revenge. But as vengeance tangles with emotion, Ayman finds himself torn between justice and the forbidden pull of love. Can he destroy the man who stole everything—without losing the girl who might save him?

There are many ways one can describe Raine. Powerful, confident, sexy... She does well to keep her business life and her night life separate, though she is a lioness in both.She knows what she wants, when she wants it; whether its money or sex. If she can take it, she will. It's the hunt she enjoys, and the hunt may be her downfall when those two worlds start to collide.

My name is Violet. I was the consigliere to the Leon mafia family in New York, and I wrote the rules of this city’s underworld myself. Yet, the man I had kept by my side for ten years, Drake Leon, was now trampling all over them. Ten years was more than enough time for a stray dog to grow into a wolf that can stand on its own. A decade ago, he was hacked to pieces by enemies on the streets of Brooklyn. Covered in blood, he crawled to me like a dying dog. I took him in. I put a gun in his hand. I taught him the rules of the mafia. Step by step, using my position as the Leon mafia family’s consigliere, I groomed him to become the boss of the Manhattan port district. Ten years later, he controlled the most valuable port under the Leon family for me, and for another woman, he framed her in standing grace. When that girl named Lina showed up pregnant, wearing the blue diamond necklace my mother left me, and sat in the seat that was supposed to be mine, I didn’t lose my temper. Instead, I had someone take the pathology report from the hospital, along with the child, seal them in a gift box, and deliver them to Drake’s new estate. Half an hour later, the study door was kicked open. He stormed in, drenched in night rain, carrying the scent of gunpowder. The barrel of his gun pressed straight against my forehead. “Violet.” He stared at me, his eyes bloodshot. “You touch her child, and I’ll make sure you’re buried with her.” I stayed seated by the fireplace. I didn’t move. I simply pushed a document to the center of the table. “Don’t rush into madness.” I looked up at him and continued, “As of fifteen minutes ago, I’ve frozen three warehouses under your name, two shipping routes, and seven offshore accounts.” Only then did his expression finally change. I smiled faintly, my voice soft. “Drake, you seem to have forgotten something. The reason for your accomplishments today isn’t because you know how to pull a trigger. It’s because I allowed you to live.”