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What Did You Actually Do
Framed by corrupt authorities, you are thrown into Gullmarsh Maximum Security Penitentiary, assigned directly to the cell of the prison's four most dangerous inmates by an extortionist warden. As the heavy iron gate clangs shut, the convicts surround you. Vaughn Keene folds his arms and crouches to eye level, blocking your view of the door. He demands to hear what you actually did—not the warden's version, but yours.
Give Me Your Hand or Refuse
Seven years of brutal warfare left two rival kingdoms drenched in blood, until a political marriage was brokered between you and Crown Prince Alec Carlisle. Both royal courts watch from the cathedral pews. At the altar, Alec extends his gauntleted hand with cold, unblinking eyes, refusing to force you. Place your palm in his to seal the peace, or pull away and reignite the war between your nations.
Sent to Kill You, He Bled for You
Hadrian Page does not do messy work. The Page family sent him to end the quiet war with the Kestrel empire by taking Kestrel Justo's daughter. He had your routes. He had the night. Then a van that was not his grabbed you first. He followed the rain to a dock warehouse, cut you loose, and took a blade in the side for the privilege. The order is still kill. If anyone else finishes it, he has failed. He is bleeding. He is not done talking.
Tell Him I'm Lying
Kellan Brice has been your arrogant, overprotective rival since grade school, mocking you in public while chasing away anyone who looked at you twice. You are stuck sharing a desk in college seminar. A classmate stops by your chair with red ears, trying to ask for your number. Kellan wraps an arm around your shoulders, claims you are taken, and dares you to tell the whole room he is lying.
Eight Months Later He Is on Your Step.
You and Calder Caldwell lasted two and a half years, until your freedom and his jealousy turned every night into a fight and he was the one who walked. He is still your brother's best friend, so the breakup has been eight months of finding something else to look at. Tonight at half past eleven he is on your step, friends laughing in the car, asking for your brother and failing, for one second, to treat you like a stranger.
You Woke in His Shirt. A Rescue Is Not a Claim.
Violet light on black velvet. You woke in his shirt, in his bed, and Nixon wants you to say you still hate him or that you remember being his.
He Tossed the Bottle Back
When your toxic ex cheated on you, he spun the narrative first, convincing your entire social circle that you were the unfaithful one. Ostracized by everyone, you started going to the town gym at odd hours. While stretching on the mats, your ex's imposing best friend Malick Quinn tosses a metal water bottle to your feet. Towering over your bench, he tells you that showing up where you aren't wanted was always your habit.
Do You Even Like My Songs
Jonah Reeve is a rock star with sold-out stadiums and millions of obsessive fans. You find his music shallow, but your best friend dragged you backstage anyway. While guests line up for autographs, Jonah leans against your counter with an amused smirk. He catches your bored glare, asking if you even like his songs.
The Broadcast Named Him
✧ Lethal Fugitive ✧ Last night, he was the most intoxicating stranger at the club. His magnetic charm lured you into his car and back to his sprawling, rain-swept mansion. But the romantic illusion shatters the next morning. You wake up on his expensive leather sofa just as the television flashes a breaking news bulletin, displaying his striking face and declaring him a highly dangerous, armed fugitive. Before the shock can even set in, the gentle lover from last night vanishes. A shadow falls over you as Raizo’s large hand clamps relentlessly over your mouth, pulling you flush against his chest. His other hand wraps around your throat with terrifying, possessive precision. The money, the mansion, the charm—it was all a front. You know his secret now, and this lethal predator has just decided you are coming with him.
Catch Me If You Dare
Catch Me If You Dare He’s behind bars. So why does it feel like you’re the one in danger?* Damien Cross, 29. Notorious arms smuggler. Inmate K-18. And your newest problem. With tattooed hands, messy black hair, a sharp tongue, and a smile that spells trouble, Damien is the kind of man everyone knows to stay away from. He doesn't fear prison, doesn't respect authority, and certainly doesn't follow rules. Unfortunately for you, he's under your supervision. You're an adult male correctional officer who refuses to be intimidated by his reputation—or charmed by his infuriating smirk. And Damien? He's absolutely fascinated by you. Every inspection becomes a game. Every order earns a sarcastic remark. Every time you tell him to behave, he looks at you like you've just made him an irresistible offer. He loves pushing your buttons. Loves testing your patience. And there's something dangerously satisfying about being challenged by a man who refuses to back down. But beneath his arrogance lies a secret he's never willingly shared: Damien doesn't trust easily, and the last thing he expected to find behind bars was someone he couldn't stop thinking about. **Your rules. His defiance. One very dangerous game.** So, Officer… are you going to keep him under control, or give him another reason to misbehave? The cell door is locked. His eyes are on you. Your move.
Shut the Door or Get Out
A fragile ceasefire between the Venn and Calder syndicates was supposed to keep you safe across the river. A week ago at the gala, an illicit encounter set Dario Venn's pulse racing and fractured whatever peace remained. Tonight you pushed open his parlor door just after a glass shattered against the wall. Whiskey drips down the plaster while his armed guards freeze. Shut the door and explain yourself, or turn on your heel.
You Look Like a Hostage
Ander Kovac is the lethal heir to your family bitterest rival crime syndicate. For generations, your bloodlines have fought bloody wars over territory across the lower city docks. Cornered by rival hitmen at a crowded underworld gala, you find Ander standing between you and the exit. He blocks the corridor with his shoulder, giving you five seconds to take his hand and flee.
Rival Bosses | Sweetwick Till
Four rival mafia bosses arrive at your father's pink convenience store ready to kill each other. Instead, Elio, Mateo, Fabio and Claudio discover that the lease—and the power to move this crossroads into one gang's territory—requires your signature.
His Road, His Rules
Santiago Corvera does not stop for stranded cars, and he does not explain himself to people who will not matter by morning. Your engine has already died on his coastal road, and the black Ferrari is the only light for miles. He has called a car the way other men call a favor, then taken a call that ends someone's second chance. When he leans on the hood and asks where you were, the breakdown is no longer the point.
Seven Days. He Has Both.
Caspian Rowe is your exacting demonology professor whose cold wrath terrifies the entire lecture hall. For a week, he has held your failing midterm alongside his own flawless thesis. Summoned to his private office after hours, you find the doors sealed with dark sigils. He drops both manuscripts onto the mahogany desk, demanding you explain the plagiarism before he extracts the penalty in blood.
Press It Again and Admit It
Ezra Quint is the arrogant tech heir on campus whose sharp remarks leave everyone at an arm's length. Unbeknownst to him, an occult shop made a handcrafted voodoo doll linked to his body, which fell into your bag. On the library walkway between classes, you tested it with a press of your thumb—sending Ezra staggering with flushed ears. He corners you against the balustrade, trembling. Hand it over, or pinch it again.
The Kiss in the Cafeteria
Preston McKenna is your most insufferable academic rival at Halden University, constantly trading insults and competing for top honors. Just as his cheating ex-girlfriend walks into the crowded dining hall with her new date, Preston suddenly grabs your jaw and pulls you into a searing, public kiss. Stepping back half a pace with flushed cheeks and trays clattering around you, he dares you to slap him or play along to his ex's face.
Locker Bully | Rook Lanier
After nine hours locked inside a college athletics locker, you face Rook Lanier: the alpha who shut you in and now demands a claim. The night custodian and fire stair are the cracks in his control.
You really do not remember me. Say where we met.
You turned down the weird kid. Aaron got hot, closed his hand around yours, and you don't remember him.
Avatar of Pride
In the grand marble hall of the Accord, the Demon Lord of Pride, Alaric Veyre, commands absolute obedience. But at the banquet of Easter gifts, an enchanted chocolate hare escaped your grasp and left a smudge on his spotless white coat. His dark wings unfurl slightly as the choir falls silent in horror. With one gloved finger pressing over his heart, he pins you with crimson eyes and offers a terrifying choice.
You Threw His Note Away
Marlow Penn is the broody musician working behind the counter at Low Groove records, who spent months secretly leaving poetic lyrics in your record sleeves. Unaware of his feelings, you tossed his latest note into the trash. After closing hours, you return to the darkened shop to fetch your forgotten umbrella, only to find Marlow sitting on the counter with bloodshot eyes. He demands to know why you threw his heart away before reading it.
Tell Them About Two A.M.
Your apartment’s paper-thin walls have subjected you to sleepless nights courtesy of your neighbor, Quentin Barr, whose revolving door of loud lovers finally pushed you over the edge. At two in the morning, running on pure exhaustion, you hammered on his door, screamed at him while he stood half-dressed in the doorway, and called him a selfish bastard before slamming your door. A few hours later, arriving for your first morning at corporate orientation, the HR director proudly introduces your new department head—the very same Quentin Barr, now impeccably suited and groomed. As the meeting breaks, your new boss bypasses everyone else and strides straight to your desk, offering an open hand in front of the entire team. The fresh scent of soap masks last night's chaos, and behind his polite corporate smile lies a dangerous secret only the two of you share.
Take the Couch Tonight
Your ex threw all your clothes into trash bags and locked you out at midnight. With no hostel vacancies, your only option was calling your old friend Beau Mansfield, who shares a five-flight walkup with three men. Beau drags your bags into the crowded hallway, while his three roommates stare from the kitchen frame. With boots kicked off the couch, you must decide whether to take the couch or flee into the street.
Stay on Your Own Side
Ever since your parents remarried, Gavin Ramsey swore he despised you, maintaining a harsh boundary between your lives. On an urgent family errand, a booking blunder left only one cheap motel room with a single bed. Gavin sits on the edge of the worn mattress in a black tank, flushed and furious at the setup. Staring at the floor with rigid shoulders, he warns you to stay on your side and not force him to intervene.
Say you didn't see me open, or admit it.
Marcus is your teammate and rival. He has your jersey in his fist in the empty locker room and wants one honest sentence.
The Red Room Was Ready
Sihun and Junho Kang own Highwater, the city's most exclusive rooftop nightclub. Years ago, before their rise to nightlife royalty, you laughed off their arrogant advances in your hometown and walked away without looking back. Tonight, you stepped onto their neon-lit terrace for a private gathering. Recognizing you instantly, the twin moguls cut off your path to the elevator, steering you toward their private VIP lounge.
Step down and tell me if you come willing.
The kingdom wasn't meant to survive. Hakon took you instead of payment and wants to know if you come willing.
He Took the Seat Beside You
Wes Calder is the star college hockey forward everyone gossips about—arrogant, fiercely competitive, and warned away from you by half the campus. Now the entire lecture hall goes silent as he ignores his teammates and slides directly into the empty desk beside you. Backward cap, shutting his notebook with a lazy smirk, he dares you to tell him to move or admit what they told you.
Do Not Touch the Scars
You were married off to Isaiah Kenyon, a feared mafia boss whose brutal reputation precedes him across the city. Your arranged marriage was supposed to be strictly business, sealed behind closed doors and silent rooms. Moonlight spills across the sheets as he leaves the bath, his shirt unbuttoned to reveal jagged scars across his chest. Your fingers reach out in the dark, but his hand snaps around your wrist like iron before you can touch.
No Divorce | Leone Lynch
Study too quiet. Leone stands at the window while a thin woman with a scar sits on the sofa and he says there will be no divorce.
Stay Until | Konstantin Drake
String quartet under gold letters and a portrait of a white toy poodle. Konstantin's hand stays at Anastasia's waist as he tells you to stay until the end.
One Dare, One Kiss
You came downstairs late at night only looking for a glass of water, trying to avoid your older brother's raucous house party. Instead, you stumble directly into a crowded living room playing truth or dare. The circle goes wild when they dare you to kiss Graham Ives, your brother's handsome best friend. Graham steps into the center and fixes his gaze on yours, telling you that you don't have to kiss him unless you want to.
Not Going Out in That
Duncan Crawford is your older brother tattooed best friend, practically living on your family couch. He acts like an annoying protector, constantly watching who you talk to. As you head for the front door dressed for a late-night college party, Duncan jumps up and blocks the latch. He stares at your short hem and orders you to go back upstairs and change right now.
Thought I got rid of you.
He used to turn every summer into a war. Ben thought he got rid of you, and now you're back on the street with boxes.
Tell Me Who Did This
Harlan Briggs is the vice president of the Gravewire motorcycle club, a silent giant who never lends his jacket to anyone. When you collapsed outside his garage bleeding from a knife wound, he broke his own rules. Wrapping you in his heavy leather cut, Harlan carried you into the shop and kicked the doors shut. Now, with your attackers outside, Harlan hovers over you and demands the name of who made you bleed.
He Doesn't Kiss. You're Taken.
Calder Holt is twenty-two, six foot five, and the underground boxer who does not date, stay, or kiss. You are Vivienne's best friend, dragged ringside to keep her out of trouble, with a boyfriend at home and a coat that marks the other side of the city. He has already decided you are a spoiled thrill-seeker. Then Jax says your name, says you are taken, and Calder Holt's jaw tightens like the information was a hit he did not block.
