My name is Tanner Simpson and I'm gonna be a father. I never intended for it to happen, but one thing led to another and now Millie Robinson and I are connected for life. I have no problem with this as she’s the woman of my dreams and her being the future mother of my child is the icing on the cake. There's just one small snag. She can't stand me. Shocking, I know, but nevertheless a problem I must solve, preferably before the baby arrives. So when she needs a new place to live, an opportunity presents itself for Millie to become my neighbor. When I'm not on the road fighting for a spot in the post season, I'm with Millie morning, noon and night. She wants ice-cream, I’m getting it. Chocolate brownies, no problem. Navigating impending fatherhood is nothing compared to convincing Millie to take a chance on me. On Us. She’s been my Home Run since the first day I laid eyes on her. Now I need to prove to her I'm as lovable as everyone says I am, and the one she needs around forever.

My name is Tanner Simpson and I'm gonna be a father. I never intended for it to happen, but one thing led to another and now Millie Robinson and I are connected for life. I have no problem with this as she’s the woman of my dreams and her being the future mother of my child is the icing on the cake. There's just one small snag. She can't stand me. Shocking, I know, but nevertheless a problem I must solve, preferably before the baby arrives. So when she needs a new place to live, an opportunity presents itself for Millie to become my neighbor. When I'm not on the road fighting for a spot in the post season, I'm with Millie morning, noon and night. She wants ice-cream, I’m getting it. Chocolate brownies, no problem. Navigating impending fatherhood is nothing compared to convincing Millie to take a chance on me. On Us. She’s been my Home Run since the first day I laid eyes on her. Now I need to prove to her I'm as lovable as everyone says I am, and the one she needs around forever.

People Always Leave. They’ve proved it time and time again for as long as I can remember. You’d figure I’d be used to it, but that feeling, the one of losing someone you love, it can be unbearable. That’s why it’s easiest to never let people too far in to begin with. It’s the cardinal rule that I broke with one look into his deep blue eyes. I let him in. All of him. His touch, his love, his secrets, his lies. I thought it was the fairytale that I never believed in. I thought that we were soulmates. But how could he be my soulmate when my soul was broken from the start?

From New York Times bestselling author Samantha Towle comes an unexpected love story between two unlikeliest of people... A new town. A new identity. Pregnant and alone. And far away from a past that can never find me. River Wild. Moody. Sullen. Jerk. And my new neighbor. I have no interest in befriending River. And he definitely doesn’t want to be befriended by me. Then, he helps me rescue an abandoned dog. And, that day, I see something in his eyes that reflects back in my own. Sadness. Pain. Loneliness. I know all of those things well. An unwanted and unexpected friendship that somehow works. Then, without warning, it turns into something more. River and I both have our secrets, and that’s okay. Because I understand him. And he understands me. For the first time in my life, I have something I never thought I would have—happiness. But happiness isn’t forever. Not for people like me. Especially not when my past is waiting just around the corner, ready to come and take it all away.

From New York Times bestselling author Samantha Towle comes an unexpected love story between two unlikeliest of people... A new town. A new identity. Pregnant and alone. And far away from a past that can never find me. River Wild. Moody. Sullen. Jerk. And my new neighbor. I have no interest in befriending River. And he definitely doesn’t want to be befriended by me. Then, he helps me rescue an abandoned dog. And, that day, I see something in his eyes that reflects back in my own. Sadness. Pain. Loneliness. I know all of those things well. An unwanted and unexpected friendship that somehow works. Then, without warning, it turns into something more. River and I both have our secrets, and that’s okay. Because I understand him. And he understands me. For the first time in my life, I have something I never thought I would have—happiness. But happiness isn’t forever. Not for people like me. Especially not when my past is waiting just around the corner, ready to come and take it all away.

—Christian— Rule Number 1: You ride in my truck; you let me open the door. Another problem was the last thing I needed. Unfortunately, Cassandra Parker was mine. But the biggest problem of all? It wasn’t the beautiful stranger sticking her nose in my operations. It wasn’t the bulldozer she was driving over my way of life. And it definitely wasn’t the fact that she was living in my house. My biggest problem? The engagement ring on her finger. —Cassandra— Rule Number 1: If you’re going to kill someone, make it look like an accident, cry at the funeral, admit to nothing, and deny everything. To be clear, I didn’t want to be Christian Griffith’s problem. But there I was: exiled from New York, stranded on a cattle ranch, and desperate to salvage what was left of my career. Living with a single dad and his children was a downgrade from my high-rise office and city comforts, but I agreed to it for one simple reason: to save my job. A hot cowboy wasn’t going to lasso me into staying a second longer than necessary.

—Christian— Rule Number 1: You ride in my truck; you let me open the door. Another problem was the last thing I needed. Unfortunately, Cassandra Parker was mine. But the biggest problem of all? It wasn’t the beautiful stranger sticking her nose in my operations. It wasn’t the bulldozer she was driving over my way of life. And it definitely wasn’t the fact that she was living in my house. My biggest problem? The engagement ring on her finger. —Cassandra— Rule Number 1: If you’re going to kill someone, make it look like an accident, cry at the funeral, admit to nothing, and deny everything. To be clear, I didn’t want to be Christian Griffith’s problem. But there I was: exiled from New York, stranded on a cattle ranch, and desperate to salvage what was left of my career. Living with a single dad and his children was a downgrade from my high-rise office and city comforts, but I agreed to it for one simple reason: to save my job. A hot cowboy wasn’t going to lasso me into staying a second longer than necessary.

Fourth Wing meets The Hunger Games in this spicy, page-turning romantasy where humans and direwolves forge unbreakable bonds and fight for survival at all costs.  Only the worthy survive the Bonding Trials.  She’ll risk her life—and her heart—to be one of them.   Meryn Cooper has always hated the Bonded, elite warriors who form mental links with the massive, vicious direwolves they ride. While they live in luxury, Meryn struggles to keep her family out of poverty. When her little sister, Saela, is kidnapped—stolen across the border by the immortal monsters her country has spent centuries fighting—Meryn’s world falls apart.   Desperate to cross the front and save her sister, Meryn enlists in the army and is thrown into the deadly Bonding Trials, where any mistake will cost her life.     Now Meryn must survive four months of training at the castle. She is bound to a feral direwolf who refuses to communicate. The other trainees would love to spill her common blood. And her cold and beautiful instructor, Stark Therion, is eager to punish any weakness.   Everything is a competition, and everyone is out to get her—everyone except the dangerously handsome crown prince, whose attention adds another target to her back. In the castle, every smile hides a knife…and the halls hide dark secrets.   It’s bond or bleed. Duel or die. Failure is ruin.  Dire Bound contains mature content including depictions of graphic violence, and is therefore recommended for readers 17+. For a full list of tropes and TWs, please visit the author's website.   Readers are already falling in love with  “ONE OF THE BEST READS OF THE YEAR! This book was insanely good.” Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐   “Stop it right now... I’m actually quite feral for the next book…” Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐    “The plot was THICK, the tension and banter? Flawless. And the world with the wolf bond, and trials??? NEED MORE NOW.” Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐“I just finished and still trying to mentally and emotionally recover to what just happened to me. You need to read it IMMEDIATELY.” Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “If you’re into dark romantasy with high stakes, fierce characters, and just the right amount of emotional wreckage, Direbound is your next obsession.” Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “What an incredible read!! … I am blown away. … The romance, the anguish, the BANTER! I love a book with good banter and this was FULL OF IT!” Goodreads reviewer ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ “I. Am. OBSESSED. … Left me spiraling in the best way possible. The morally grey anti-hero? Perfection. The slow-burn tension? Electric.

You'd think being abducted by aliens would be the worst thing that could happen to me. And you'd be wrong. Because now, the aliens are having ship trouble, and they've left their cargo of human women—including me—on an ice planet. And the only native inhabitant I've met? He's big, horned, blue, and really, really has a thing for me...

My name is Dove Hendry. Mine is Kingston Axton. I was captured by darkness. She has always been ours… They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control. She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn’t know it yet... But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture. A culture that she is about to become the center of. The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts. Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason… Mind-tricks. Stunts. Deceit. Power. But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me. And maybe lived under your bed… When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded. His whispers were silenced. His shadow dissolving without a trace. I wondered why that was. She didn’t have to wonder for long…

She was everything that I wanted. He was everything that I despised. Until she wasn’t. Until he wasn’t. Killian Cornelii was a walking calamity. He reached inside of me and touched every single inch of my ruined soul, but he didn’t just touch it. He caressed, petted, and captivated it. He tailored me to fit into the palm of his hands. The same hands that possess so much cruelty, were the very same that comforted me. I thought I knew him. He thought he knew me. This isn’t a fairy tale, or some achingly beautiful story about two soul mates who instantly fall irrevocably in love with each other. This is a story about a love so painful, so rich, that it destroys everything and everyone around it. Including ourselves. Midnight Mayhem is the platform to which Killian performs his tricks on, but the greatest trick wouldn’t come from him. It would come from me. Tricksters don’t have hearts. They just pretend that they do. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.

My name is Dove Hendry. Mine is Kingston Axton. I was captured by darkness. She has always been ours… They groomed me for Midnight Mayhem. Like a trained possession, weak against their control. She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn’t know it yet... But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture. A culture that she is about to become the center of. The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts. Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason… Mind-tricks. Stunts. Deceit. Power. But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me. And maybe lived under your bed… When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded. His whispers were silenced. His shadow dissolving without a trace. I wondered why that was. She didn’t have to wonder for long…