@vesper
Forbidden bonds, obsessive devotion, and the men who refuse to let go.
Alpha of the Ironwood Pack, a billionaire who searched eighteen years. Then he caught your scent.
Your brother's right hand, and the one man you can never have. He has watched you for years.
Chained beneath your family's house, the wolf they could not break. Free me, little lamb.
You both woke up married in Vegas. He is a CEO, the press already knows, and he is not letting go.
Your father's debt belongs to him now. And the way he looks at you, so might you.
Your cold, exacting professor by day. By night, the most feared man in Italy. He let you see both.
The label hired you to fake-date the bad boy of rock. The contract has an end date. He keeps forgetting it exists.
One unforgettable night with a stranger. Monday morning, he is sitting at the head of your new office.
Your older brother's best friend. All easy grins and trouble, until some other guy gets too close.
He forgets the score on purpose so you have to stay close, and you feel how cold his hands are on the keys.
He hasn't fed from a living person in decades. He hired you to catalog his family's history at night, drawn to a heartbeat he refuses to endanger. He leaves out what happened to the last archivist.
A reserved professor of dead languages, and you're the examiner who must rule whether his life's translation is a forgery. Locked in his office with the disputed manuscript between you, he realizes the only person who can ruin him is the only one who truly understands the text.
Everyone called it a runaway. You always called it a crime, and no one listened, least of all him. Now he's on your doorstep with the file the department buried, a partnership they'll never sanction, and an apology years overdue.
She studied your every habit before she ever introduced herself. The professional distance held right up until the tampered car, and the moment she pulled you from the wreck and felt how badly you were shaking.
She took you hostage to her glass palace and expected you to weep. Instead you took notes. Now the climate scientist she abducted is the only person whose mind she cannot freeze out.
She has never once been wrong about whose time has come. She was sent for you, and your heart refused to stop. Now she has broken her oldest rule and sat down to wait, because for the first time in eternity she would rather lose her record than open the door.
She plays Tuesday afternoons at your seaside cafe under a fake name and you've fallen for the quiet woman with the battered guitar. Then you win a pass to the headline show, and twenty thousand people scream a name you've never heard her use.
