The gods commanded me to kill the child who might destroy them… and in obeying, I lost the woman I loved. For years, I was their weapon—the Earth Gods’ assassin, bound by compulsion. When they called, I answered. I had no choice. But then they whispered a new command: kill the boy born of Death and Life. The child whose very existence terrified them. In giving that order, they didn’t just sentence the boy—they condemned me. Because the moment Daphne learned the truth—who I really was, what I had been sent to do—I lost her. Her trust. Her love. And the only chance I had to ...

To escape her violent ex, Charlotte flees her home in the middle of the night with nothing but the cash in her pocket and a paper map leading her north to Alaska. She sheds her old self along the way: dyeing her hair, scrubbing off her fake California tan, and pawning all her jewelry. None of it is worth anything if she can't stay alive. Alone in the wilderness, Charlotte feels safe at last. Even if she's lost, even if she's only got a burner phone that lost its last bar miles ago, and even if she missed her turn and can't find the cabin she was promised by a friend.

It was a one-night stand with a bratva boss. I never expected to end up pregnant. Or run into him again three years later at my friend’s wedding. He knows I’m hiding something, but he has no idea that 'something' is his son. Before he can question me, the wedding is ambushed. He forces me to go with him so he can keep me safe. I need to escape so I can get home to my son. Whatever happens, I can’t let him find out about Sasha.

The first day that she walked onto the surgical floor that Chevy Clayborne spent most of his time on, he knew that he’d do anything to make her his. For two years, he played the long game. He slowly insinuated himself into her life, and the moment that she needed him, he swooped in like the knight in shining armor that he only pretended to be but most assuredly wasn’t. He’s no real knight. In fact, he’s the villain in everyone’s story but his own.

I may not know much, but I am an expert in two things: Heartbreak. And hedonism. I've been chasing escape from one bed to the next, finding distraction in all the wrong places. Like with my roommate's sister. And my billionaire boss's lover. You could say I'm lucky in lust but very unlucky in the other L-word. By the time I arrive in Mermaid Beach, Florida, I've decided I'm done with flings. I'm over chasing women I can't have.