Rhys Bowen Molly Murphy Novels & Stories

Married off by her father to Dylan Lindsey, Stella Scott thought she could make their union work out. One year into her failed marriage, she walks in on her husband and his best friend in bed together. Then she realized he never loved her. He never even loved women. The betrayal shatters her. She loses her child, her endurance, and everything she'd once forced herself to believe in. Leaving the wreckage of her marriage behind, Stella rises from the ashes, becoming a powerful businesswoman and a global fashion icon. But when he realizes the gem he lost, it’s not him she wants. She meets his half-brother, Rhys Adrian. He’s everything she shouldn’t want. She’s everything he shouldn’t desire. But what happens when she discovers he is an ex–mafia leader with blood on his hands? And worse—his past refuses to stay buried with enemies who now see her as his weakness… and come for her. Does she fight… or leave to survive?

My CEO husband developed a strange illness. His heart chose me, but his body chose his intern. He would vanish for ten days every month to see his intern for "treatment." “Zoe, the doctor says it’s a physiological dependency. My body chose Molly, but you’re the one I truly love, now and always!” To make me believe him, he swore vicious oaths and even went so far as to hurt himself to prove his love. My eyes burned red, but in the end, I softened. It wasn't until I was late in my pregnancy, when a falling billboard struck me and I miscarried. I called my husband again and again, but he never picked up. Then, moments later, I saw the intern’s post online. The caption wrote: [Unlocked a new identity: Mom. From now on, we’re a happy family of three!] In the photo, my husband looked at her with gentle affection. His hand rested on her belly and her prenatal report clutched in his other hand. That was when I realized the one his heart and body had chosen all along was her. At that moment, I knew our marriage was over.

Blurb I was his secret weapon. The girl who broke down his plays. The girl who made him win Game 7. Then he lifted the Cup… and kissed the owner’s daughter. So I did what any unhinged woman would do. I bought a lighter. My target? The VIP suit. The problem? I torched the wrong door. It belonged to *Captain Rhys Virek*. “Black Ice.” “League nightmare.” “Don’t breathe near him.” He caught me. Soot on my face and lighter in my hand. The Cops were 2 minutes out. He didn’t call them. He slid a contract across the burnt table instead. *“You’re my girlfriend now. Three months. Fake. Public. Or you burn for real.”* I have a deportation date. He has a PR crisis. Fake dating fixes us both. Except his wolf likes the girl who fights back. And I’m starting to like the monster who chose me… after I tried to ruin him. But it was all a fallacy to begin and I began to drown in a nightmare that death becomes the only option left.

“Do you know what happens when a little lamb comes across the big bad wolves?” Dominic's husky whisper sent a delicious shiver down her spine. She could feel his hardness against her back as he leaned against him. “No…” her voice came out like a whimper. Rhys slowly pushed her thighs apart. “She spreads her legs and cums for them,” he smirked, just before burying his face between her legs. One swipe of that heated tongue and her body exploded with pleasure. *********** Disguised as a boy, Tedoira entered MoonCrest academy with one mission; Revenge. Kill the bastards who murdered her twin brother. She was prepared to find them and make them pay with their lives. But when four of the five hot devils set their sights on her, Tediora finds it hard to resist these sinfully gorgeous murderers and even harder to hate them. Secrets are unraveled and soon, Tediora is thrown into a twisted web of love, lies and darkness. One that might claim her life especially when her identity is revealed as the half-witch hybrid. The one kind the werewolf community despises the most.

Asher and Malachi Wild, identical twin Vampire Princes, and second in line for the throne, are having some minor business troubles. Mystery crates are being moved using their import-export business, in shipments both into and out of the country. They don't know who, or why, or how it's happening. They get frustrated and go for a drive to clear their heads, and end up at a pub. A mysterious red-headed bartender catches their eye, for more than one reason. She's impressive, in all the right ways. Curves for days, strong, mysterious, and able to kill a nearly seven foot tall man while barely breaking a sweat. Now if they could just get her to talk to them and give them her name... Eliza Wellsong, Head of the Assassin's Guild for England. There are one and a half-thousand people under her command, and she's half-forced to take a night off by her second in command. She goes to the local pub to help out her friend, the owner of the pub, Molly, instead. Then the two princes walk in, and they just can't keep their eyes off her. She's confused, she's fat, and not that pretty, what the fuck is up with them? But then they're kind to her, and honest. It's a nice change of pace, and they're handsome enough, maybe she should let them in?

Astrid Voss hates her boss.And “hate” doesn’t even begin to cover it.Rhys Blackwood is rude, demanding, and so full of himself that she’s convinced his reflection probably applauds when he walks by. He criticizes everything she does, works her till she’s exhausted, and never—ever—cracks that icy expression.But when she accidentally crashes into him and their lips meet, everything changes.Because suddenly, her cold, impossible boss has ears. And a tail.Now she knows the truth — Rhys isn’t just a control freak. He’s a werewolf.And Astrid plans to use that little secret to make his perfect life hell.Except… every time she pushes, he pushes back harder.Every time she teases, his eyes darken.And every time he says her name in that low, dangerous voice, her body forgets why she’s supposed to hate him.He says she doesn’t understand what she’s started.He says wolves don’t let go once they’ve found their mate.Astrid thought she was getting revenge.Turns out, she just poked the Alpha.

For years, Liliana "Lilly" Lewiston lived a life defined by silence. A gifted ballerina forced into the background, she played the dutiful wife to Victor McCallum while her twin sister, Alina, lived as the family’s golden child. Lilly was the invisible scapegoat, used for her blood, her reputation, and her compliance, until she was finally deemed useless and discarded. Framed for a crime she didn't commit, pregnant, and left for dead in the freezing rain, Lilly was certain her end had come. But she didn’t die. Sabistan Rhys Hart, the cold, egmatic, and devastatingly powerful uncle of the man who destroyed her. He doesn’t offer pity; he offers a deal. A marriage of convenience designed to secure her vengeance and ignite her rise to power. Sabistan is a man of few words and ruthless instincts, but there is a fire in him that only burns for Lilly. As she sheds her mask and reclaims her place on the stage, she transforms from the timid, broken girl into a force of nature that will bring the McCallum empire to its knees. But as the lines between revenge and passion blur, Lilly faces a dangerous truth. She is falling for the only man who knows exactly how dangerous she can be.

The dead don't lie. At Nocturne Prep, everyone else does. Where Alpha heirs and supernatural elites sharpen their claws before ruling the world, accidents don't happen. So when Luna heiress Seraphina Vale plunges to her death, no one dares question it. Not at this school. Rae Vale spent her life hidden as an Alpha's omega bastard daughter. Now she's dragged from obscurity to replace her dead half-sister. Wearing Seraphina's crest, sleeping in her bed, drowning in vicious whispers. She's a fraud with a target on her back. To Professor Cassian Rhys, she is the reincarnation of his first love and his second-chance mate. To Luca Ashborne, the untamed Alpha prince with cruel games and an iron will, she’s a threat. To Kieran Duskmoor, the elusive bloodborn who wears apathy like armor, she’s pure fascination. These boys rule the academy. They want to unravel her or bury her. But Rae isn't here to play nice. Not when Seraphina's death was murder. Someone wants to finish what they started when Rae starts to get too close to the truth, and Rae refuses to be next. At Nocturne Prep, loyalty is rare, power is everything, and love might be the deadliest weapon of all.

James Wesley has hated me for a decade after his childhood sweetheart passed away. He requests to be transferred to the frontier the day after we get married. I write him countless letters in those ten years to win back his favor, but his response is always the same. "If you truly regret it, why don't you hurry up and die?" However, after I am abducted, James storms the bandit's hideout by himself and saves me. He suffers multiple bullet wounds, but before he succumbs to his injuries, he uses the last of his strength to slap my hands away. "The thing I regret the most… in this life… is marrying you. If we get a second chance at life… please… don't bother me anymore." His mother, Felicia Axford, sounds regretful during the funeral. "It's all my fault, James. I shouldn't have forced you to marry her…" His father, Jeremiah Wesley, stares at me, his eyes burning with contempt. "You forced Emily to take her own life, and now you also caused my son's death. You're nothing but trouble, so you should just die!" Even Xavier Bowen, our troop commander, who was responsible for facilitating our marriage in the first place, shakes his head and sighs. "I shouldn't have played matchmaker. I let you down, Mr. Wesley." Everyone feels sympathetic toward James, including me. On the night I am discharged from the troop, I swallow some pesticide and die in the middle of an abandoned field. When I open my eyes again, I realize I have returned to the day before my marriage. This time, I am determined to fulfill everyone's wishes.

“You’re ours, we own you, Feyre and we can do whatever we want with you.” Rafael growled. I swallowed, with nowhere to turn to, I stood there, helpless, with his hot breath grazing my neck, his huge body trapping me while his brothers gazed at me with burning eyes. “I’d rather die than be yours!” ********************* Omega slave Feyre Campbell has had to endure the torment of not just the pack members but also the Alpha quadruplets. Bullied and broken, with just one thing on her mind, escaping the Fenrir mansion, Feyre had no idea that a revelation would change everything and ruin her plans. She’s mated to all four brothers! ‘Goddess forbid I accept them as my mate.’ Her heart was set on never letting the bond between her and the brothers grow because of how horribly they’ve treated her. Ronan, Reid, Rhys and Rafael never would’ve thought that the Omega slave they’ve mistreated so badly would turn out to be their mate. The brothers must now right their wrongs since they all only have one shot at having a mate, they have to make Feyre accept them at all cost. How far are they willing to go to make her theirs? Will Feyre allow herself to be consumed by the flames of their new found bond and the sizzling attraction between them?