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“Hush…” Aurora snapped. “It’s your turn. Truth or dare?”
“Truth.” I leaned closer, I rested my arm on the couch.
She smirked, “Tell me a secret…something you’ve never told anyone.”
I hesitated, smiling. “I’ve never fallen in love.”
Surprise flickered in her eyes before she masked it.
I smiled. “…Truth or dare?”
“Dare.” A hint of mischief danced in her eyes.
“I’m not going to be the only one revealing secrets tonight. I dare you to also tell me a secret….something that no one knows of?”
“Come o...

Emerald Isle MC is a romantic suspense series that follows the motorcycle club's five officers as they navigate club life in Cascade Falls, North Carolina while finding love amidst running several local businesses, operating an underground fighting ring, and supplying guns to the Russian mob.
She is his ol’lady— his queen . . . and no amount of scars would ever change that.
Finn "Shamrock" Adair
Fifteen years ago, I became the President of the Emerald Isle MC . . . at the ripe age of twe...

Stella Moore only wanted Revenge.
Ten years ago, her family was murdered by King's corporation.
Forced into hiding, she and her aunt fled to another country, taking on new identities to escape their enemies. Now she's back– to make every one of them pay.
As the president's secretary, she can access the corporation's secrets. Step by step she gathers evidence to bring down King’s corporation. But there’s one problem in her way–the president–Liam Carson.
Handsome, charming, and kind, he stirs f...

Mandy Lawson mistakes Jason Cole's intentions as a power grab and, in her anger, attacks him and flees. As the truth slowly emerges, their relationship becomes increasingly strained, and the identity of the real mastermind remains shrouded in mystery.

Yes, I jumped from that rooftop. Wind screaming in my ears as I fell, thinking it might finally earn me one fucking tear from them. Instead, all I got was "she's so dramatic."
Now I'm staring at fifteen-year-old skin in the mirror. Downstairs, their fake voices call my name—identical to that "welcome home" afternoon three years ago.
Yvette rushes to hug me, sugar-sweet venom dripping from her lips: "Remember who the princess is." I give her the same plastic smile right back.
I hear the voice in ...