I’m not one for holding grudges. But when Vincent Forde, billionaire perfume tycoon, crashes his shiny overpriced car into mine? Yeah, I’m holding that grudge. With his flashy car, tailored suit, and brooding glare—everything about him screams entitled bosshole. And then he acts like the fender bender was my fault! Seriously, who does this arrogant, sculpted devil think he is? He covers the damages—but with a request that has me fuming—and I figure that’s the last I’ll ever see of Mr. Rich and Ridiculous.

I’m Jade Rivers, Devil Incarnate’s Club princess. This isn’t your typical love story. I have a crazy ex who won’t let me go. A mafia prince who has signed his death warrant, an obsessive Cartel enforcer, and last but not least, the senator's son, who I’m not sure if he wants me dead or alive. Junior year of college at Whitestone Academy was supposed to be my year of freedom from club life. But when Dario, Spade, and Jameson come bulldozing themselves into my life, taking me by storm. Making me feel things I’ve never felt before and want out of this criminal underworld.

JESSE REEVES wants to live life to the fullest. After a Kawasaki Disease diagnosis and an ICD implant, she's determined to make every moment count—including tackling her carefully curated bucket list. First on the list? A no-strings-attached one-night stand. Enter ASHER JAMISON, a charming stranger who helps her check that box. Their night together is everything she hoped for, and then some. But the surprise comes the next day when she discovers Asher isn't just a stranger, he's her best friend's brother.

Gabriel Sinclair would forever be my first. My first best friend, my first kiss, my first love…and my first heartbreak. The accident that nearly took his life ripped the memory of me from his grasp—and for the last decades, I’ve let the guilt of that one terrible night keep us apart. It took me years to make peace with the fact that he would no longer be in my life, so when he shows up as the architect for my new home, my world’s tossed upside down. Now, I’m trapped in a loveless marriage, raising a child, while Gabriel stirs up feelings I thought long buried.

I’m Vallie, but BookTok knows me as @CurvyandBooked. Dark romance is my jam, peanut butter, and marmalade. Mafia. Bully. Why choose? You name it, and I want to sit in my beanbag with my battery-operated boyfriend and read it. Look, if I don’t need a chöochie ice bath after a romance, was it even a love story? If someone didn’t bleed for looking at her, was the hero really that into her? But it’s just fiction. Until it’s not. So, when I find a masked man in my living room skimming my favorite romance novel, all my dark desires become very real nightmares.