Rosabelle Wolff had a plan. Now she wants revenge. To save her sister she needs to get back home and destroy the system that created her. Rosabelle’s greatest strength is her ability to deaden her mind and body; it’s the only way to survive the surveillance state of Ark Island. But lately her heart has been beating harder; her thoughts are spiraling; her defenses are coming undone. And there’s only one person to blame. James Anderson had a plan. Now he has nothing but problems. Rosabelle might be the ally they need in a fight against The Reestablishment, but no one wants to trust an enemy assassin. It doesn’t help that Rosabelle’s not much of a talker, doesn’t work well in groups, and kills people on instinct. Taking her side has cost James nearly everything—but keeping her alive might help save his world. If only he could convince his older brother. Aaron Warner Anderson has a headache. Something dark is coming, and Rosabelle’s arrival is just a prelude. In her, he sees shades of himself he can’t trust, and worse: he can no longer get a read on the girl. She’s a dead battery, emanating no emotional feedback. At least not until James walks into a room… Volcanic tension, breathless reveals, breakneck action—and a dystopian world that never stops raising the stakes: Welcome back to The New Republic.

He’s a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer’s smile and a predator’s gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn’t ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forged in blood, meant to stop a war. But there’s nothing peaceful about my new husband. He’s ruthless chaos incarnate—a Machiavellian psychopath with a thirst for violence. He craves control, but I was born to defy. His darkness terrifies me even as it calls to mine. His touch consumes me even as it burns me alive. We aren’t a happy ever after. We’re a collision-course disaster. And “till death do us part” isn’t a vow. It’s a declaration of war. Emperor of Havoc is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

He’s a dark storm wrapped in tattoos and muscle. A mafia prince with a killer’s smile and a predator’s gaze. Takeshi Mori doesn’t ask for anything. He takes it. Including me. Our marriage is a weapon forged in blood, meant to stop a war. But there’s nothing peaceful about my new husband. He’s ruthless chaos incarnate—a Machiavellian psychopath with a thirst for violence. He craves control, but I was born to defy. His darkness terrifies me even as it calls to mine. His touch consumes me even as it burns me alive. We aren’t a happy ever after. We’re a collision-course disaster. And “till death do us part” isn’t a vow. It’s a declaration of war. Emperor of Havoc is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

To protect everything I love, I’m forced to marry a monster. I made a huge mistake, and caught the attention of a lethally beautiful villain. Damian Nikolayev is brutality incarnate. A psychopath wrapped in tattooed muscle and tailored charm. Heir to a Bratva empire built on blood and control. And now, I’m his. His fiancée. His plaything. His obsession. He owns my darkest secret. And he’ll keep it, for a price: All of me. Now, Damian has me bound to him, in more ways than one. The harder I fight, the tighter his ropes ensnare me. But his games are getting darker. The line between lust and darkness is blurring. And I’m starting to realize, there’s only one thing more dangerous than fake marrying a monster: Really falling for one. Emperor of Lust is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

To protect everything I love, I’m forced to marry a monster. I made a huge mistake, and caught the attention of a lethally beautiful villain. Damian Nikolayev is brutality incarnate. A psychopath wrapped in tattooed muscle and tailored charm. Heir to a Bratva empire built on blood and control. And now, I’m his. His fiancée. His plaything. His obsession. He owns my darkest secret. And he’ll keep it, for a price: All of me. Now, Damian has me bound to him, in more ways than one. The harder I fight, the tighter his ropes ensnare me. But his games are getting darker. The line between lust and darkness is blurring. And I’m starting to realize, there’s only one thing more dangerous than fake marrying a monster: Really falling for one. Emperor of Lust is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

I'm trapped by a beautiful psychopath. A devil with a soul as black as his heart. He knows what I did. Now he won't stop, no matter how fast or how far I run. They say fairytales are just pretend. But monsters? Those are real. And they never, ever let go... Emperor of Rage is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

I'm trapped by a beautiful psychopath. A devil with a soul as black as his heart. He knows what I did. Now he won't stop, no matter how fast or how far I run. They say fairytales are just pretend. But monsters? Those are real. And they never, ever let go... Emperor of Rage is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

To stop a war, I’m forced to marry a monster. Charming and seductive. Cold-blooded and merciless. Kenzo Mori, the wrathful king of the Mori Mafia family, is a sinfully beautiful devil with a heart of ice. He’s an enemy who's had a target on my back for years. Now, he’s my new husband. Our marriage of inconvenience is supposed to end the violence between the Bratva and the Yakuza. Little does he know, the real war has only just begun. Kenzo thinks I belong to him. I think he’d better sleep with one eye open. But while the enemy in my bed might be slowly dominating my nights and darkest fantasies, my heart is a battle he’ll never win. They say all’s fair in love and war? Well, ours has just begun. Emperor of Wrath is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

To stop a war, I’m forced to marry a monster. Charming and seductive. Cold-blooded and merciless. Kenzo Mori, the wrathful king of the Mori Mafia family, is a sinfully beautiful devil with a heart of ice. He’s an enemy who's had a target on my back for years. Now, he’s my new husband. Our marriage of inconvenience is supposed to end the violence between the Bratva and the Yakuza. Little does he know, the real war has only just begun. Kenzo thinks I belong to him. I think he’d better sleep with one eye open. But while the enemy in my bed might be slowly dominating my nights and darkest fantasies, my heart is a battle he’ll never win. They say all’s fair in love and war? Well, ours has just begun. Emperor of Wrath is a standalone dark mafia romance with a smart, untamable heroine, and an ultra possessive psycho hero with "look at her and I'll unalive you" energy. Readers are STRONGLY advised to read the TW inside. No cliffhanger; HEA included.

Everyone knows not to cross the campus d-bags. On or off the ice. You don’t sneak into their house, thinking no one’s watching. You don’t ransack their bedrooms, tripping over hockey gear as you rummage through their things. And you definitely don’t get caught with your head under one’s bed and your size-sixteen backside pointed right at their camera. Unless, of course… you’re me. I was so desperate to get my hands on their brotherhood’s Book of Sins that I did all the above. I was in search of proof that could incriminate Tate, my soon-to-be stepbrother and former member of the frat. But not only do I come up empty, I’ve now unknowingly invited three shadows to darken my world. The most broken and twisted of them all—Micah, Vince, and Ash. They promise no one has to know I trespassed on their territory. My secret is safe with them, safe from the others, but there’s a cost. Their silence for my freedom. I’ll be theirs to control, to own—these sick devils with perfect smiles masking their cold hearts. And if I can’t find a way to beat them at their game… they’ll break my world and my soul into a million tiny pieces.

Everyone knows not to cross the campus d-bags. On or off the ice. You don’t sneak into their house, thinking no one’s watching. You don’t ransack their bedrooms, tripping over hockey gear as you rummage through their things. And you definitely don’t get caught with your head under one’s bed and your size-sixteen backside pointed right at their camera. Unless, of course… you’re me. I was so desperate to get my hands on their brotherhood’s Book of Sins that I did all the above. I was in search of proof that could incriminate Tate, my soon-to-be stepbrother and former member of the frat. But not only do I come up empty, I’ve now unknowingly invited three shadows to darken my world. The most broken and twisted of them all—Micah, Vince, and Ash. They promise no one has to know I trespassed on their territory. My secret is safe with them, safe from the others, but there’s a cost. Their silence for my freedom. I’ll be theirs to control, to own—these sick devils with perfect smiles masking their cold hearts. And if I can’t find a way to beat them at their game… they’ll break my world and my soul into a million tiny pieces.

It’s off to the races in the explosive eighth book in the Dungeon Crawler Carl series. As chaos and mass panic spread outside the dungeon in the wake of Faction Wars, Carl and Donut find themselves on the tenth floor, where they’re forced to compete in a surprisingly normal set of tasks. Well, normal for the dungeon. Races. Get from point A to point B, and don’t come in last. After each race, they pick an upgrade for their vehicle and the track gets more challenging. It all seems a little too normal, a little too simple. Ignore those strange glitches that are occurring with increasing frequency. Don’t listen to those whispers about what’s happening on the mysterious eleventh floor, something the system AI calls A Parade of Horribles. Nobody, not even the showrunners, knows what that means. Just that the AI has ominously dubbed it “a coming-out party for the ages.” Everything is fine, Crawler. I repeat, everything is fine. Carl hates that it’s business as usual. The rules of this floor have taken away his agency. That just will not do. So Carl is planning a party of his own. It’s a plan so dangerous, so insane, he can’t even consult his friends lest the AI put a stop to it. Because if it goes wrong, it’s not just the end of Carl and Donut. No. The stakes are higher than they’ve ever been.