Marissa Matlock and her boyfriend are handed a bright red envelope from the mysterious president of Theta Rho Zeta inviting them to the fraternity’s scandalous Red Night event, one they know is filled with debauchery. Attending in hopes of discovering her secret desires, Marissa unwittingly draws the obsession of a dark predator. Now, she is unable to escape Xavier’s thrall. As her attempts to avoid him fail, Xavier’s twisted plans only ensnare her tighter into his trap.

For the Love of Layla is a dark psychological stalker romance…Her—How do you cope when you find out the person you entrusted your heart to is a monster? A wolf in sheep’s clothing. I did what I thought was the right, logical thing... I ran. Little did I know nothing was ever going to be that easy and he had no intention of letting me go. Him—The day she left she took a piece of me, hell she took everything I ever was and ever dreamt of being. I've always been a little...different. Inflicted with a chronic need to fixate on things.

Creating our fantasy jars filled with love notes of our secret desires was a way to revive the monotonous routine that had become our marriage. But pulling that little piece of paper with my husband's most desired secret was a shock I wasn’t prepared for.

Unhinged. Obsessive. Possessive. Stalker. The words others would probably use to describe me. But I’m not. I’m not unhinged. I’m not crazy. Obsessive? Possessive? Very much so. But what’s love if not a burning obsession for another? I’m absolutely obsessed with her and even though she doesn’t know it yet, we’re meant to be. And after this she’ll be mine and everything that’s wrong will be right.

Ivory couldn’t contain her excitement when she was finally hired as an intern in one of the most prestigious hospitals in the state. Though she didn’t have many friends, she decided to celebrate and dive into the wild side a bit before starting her residency, so she went to one of the hottest nightclubs in town, Anges Amoureux, with every intention of losing herself in a crazy night of celebration.

Buried deep below the everyday life of our society lives an underground world of nightmares—of violence and murder no one dares speak about. Contracts and laws weave the web of our culture together. Our Masters walk amongst us. They can be our friends, or the ones to make us disappear forever. Where I once had found peace within my existence, it all ended with the death of my cruel, yet caring owner. My world shattered and I was taken back to the one place I had hoped to never see again—the cells of Whitlock—a subterranean fortress for slaves who await their new placement.

I had everything, a family, safety, comfort, I was the heiress to my fathers empire, but that all came burning down, leaving me scarred and alone. If that wasn't enough, the lies started coming to the surface. The betrayal blindsided me and I was left broken and lying on the ground of my own personal hell. My enemies were now lined up, waiting for the chance to make me bleed. My former friends had their hands wrapped around my throat, trying to snuff out the last of my family's bloodline, all for revenge.

I am a pervert. After failing to confess my feelings to my childhood friend, I locked him up. My favorite thing to do every day is to force him to stammer out that he loves me. I thought he would hate me until I heard his inner thoughts.

In retrospect, it might not have been the wisest idea to hand in my V-card to a hot librarian I picked up at my mother's cocktail party. In my defense, the man has a French accent, gray hair, and knows a lot about books. I was probably naïve to expect a call after that, but when he didn't, it hurt to accept he didn't feel that same connection I did. If that isn't a sign you need to make a change, I don't know what is. Too bad the change I get is six months in a remote French chateau, working as a nanny to an adorable little girl—who happens to be the daughter of the single dad I had sex with.

I see her jotting down notes in her little notebook. Psychopath. Deranged. No empathy to be found. She doesn't yet understand just how right she is, but she will. I'm obsessed with her. She consumes my every waking thought. The problem is, she's my therapist. Can she break through to me, or will I end up breaking her?

When my father died and I stepped into his shoes as leader of Enigma, I vowed to protect the gang he’d built. And I won’t break that promise—no matter what I have to do to keep it.

I felt his eyes on me everywhere I went. I recognized his smell lingering within my home. I even sensed his presence in my sleep. It was too late by the time I found the monster hiding under my bed. He had wedged himself into my life, cornering me with nowhere to run. The worst part? The world adored him, but no one knew the devil lurking underneath the beautiful mask—no one except for me.

It was a sinister game of submission. The Hunt. She’d run. I’d chase. And when I caught her… Primal. Untamed. Merciless. I’ve been watching her. Stalking her. I will become the beast from her darkest fantasies. Hunting her from behind a stag’s mask made of bone. Preying on her secret need for primal play.

This isn't the first time I've imagined tearing Jenna's clothes off and reddening her ass with my belt, then pinning her to the bed and taking her so roughly she can't help screaming my name. But it's the first time it's about to really happen. Teaching my daughter's nineteen-year-old best friend all the ways a billionaire mobster can make a girl like her blush and beg and come would have been over the line even for me.

Ronan: This world was never meant for me—a shadowed figure wandering, fueled by carnal desires until I am destined for hell. And I embrace it wholeheartedly. But then she came into the picture after my successful hunt at a local coffee shop. She offered me a simple act of kindness, and in that moment, I was consumed by her. My obsession with Everly knows no bounds, and there is no escape. Her fate is to become one with me, bound by darkness and consumed by our twisted desires.