Cian Donnelly is my Da's bitter enemy. He's also the man who won me—and my virginity—in a single hand of cards.Now, he's come to collect.Except I'm tired of being a pawn in a game I have no wish to play. Maybe it's time to make my own rules. The only thing I have to lose is my heart.CW: Attempted SA (not by hero)

He's the God of Death. She's the bride sent to kill him. Their union may be the end of them both.The Everfrost is ruled by the King in his castle of ice. Some call him the Ice Phoenix, others the God of Death. The clans survive by one law alone: pay the King the homage he is due and never take what belongs to him. But when Sunnëva Morkhàn’s brother falls gravely ill, she will have to do exactly that.Against every warning, she sneaks into the castle to steal the one thing that would save him—a magical rose. When the Ice Phoenix discovers her theft, the consequences leave her mourning and enraged. To spare the clan from his wrath, Sunnëva’s father offers her as a bride, and for a reason she cannot fathom, the King accepts.Revenge is a delicate game Sunnëva is determined to play, even if killing the God of Death is no easy feat. But as secrets unfold around the alluring King, and dark threats emerge from the shadows, Sunnëva struggles to hold on to her hatred—and her heart.Inspired by Beauty and the Beast, King’s Bride is the first book in Beck Michaels’ companion prequel series, the Chronicles of Urn—each a dark tale of powerful Kings and the Queens that bring them to their knees...

A pretty woman meets a broody billionaire with a secret past and a double life, who saves her life more than once.She doesn't believe in love. He doesn't believe in second chances. When Vivian Mason, a struggling college student with no family left who barely makes ends meet, runs into a handsome stranger on the streets of Manhattan one November night, she has no idea who he is.A man of a few words, a body made of steel, and eyes brimming with fire, the mysterious stranger saves her life more than once.Soft and delicate and a moving target, she falls for the broad-shouldered man, not knowing who he is.He pulls away from her, and then one morning, she finds herself in the boardroom of a multi-billion dollar corporation waiting for the company's owner to commence his speech when the door opens, and a tall, dark-haired man sporting a designer suit walks in.She stares at his back for a few long moments before he slowly turns around to face the audience, and then her heart stops.AUTHOR'S NOTE:Struggling college student, broody billionaire, secret past.A heartwarming HEA at the end of the series.The enigmatic male lead makes an appearance in the Golden Heir Series.Spoilers of Shade's story (the lead man in the Golden Heir Series) are present in the Shades of Love Series.This book ends in a CLIFFHANGER.Three books in this series. All available. The story is complete at the end of the last book of the trilogy.

When Persephone was born, Zeus received a troubling prophecy. Some day his beautiful innocent daughter would be taken captive by Hades, the dark god of the underworld. Determined to protect her, her father hid her away in the human world where she would be shielded from her fate.
Hades learned of this betrayal nine centuries ago. He’s been searching for his destined queen ever since. And when he finds her, no power on earth or below it will stop him. He will take her. He will corrupt her. And Zeus will suffer for daring to keep her from him.

An action-packed dark fantasy romance perfect for fans of Raven Kennedy, Krista Street, and Sarah J. Maas.Desperate to escape marrying a brutal king, Eleanor makes a deal with a Fae Prince…“I can spin gold,” Eleanor lies.With her life at stake, she has no other choice.She gets one chance to turn her lie into truth, and she’s shocked when she succeeds.But now the cruel human king demands she become his wife—passing between his bed and being locked away in a tower, spinning gold until her last breath.Her only way out is to summon him.A brutal Fae prince.The deal she strikes is sickening, but it’s the only way she’ll live after she’s caught escaping.Eleanor’s new captor drags her back to his realm.A place of profound beauty and savage cruelties.As wicked fairies play sadistic games, the prince is her sole protector.He’s not just protecting her, though. He’s guarding his own secrets.She should hate him. But their pact shows her a side his court never sees.There is more behind his monstrous mask.She can’t stop herself from looking.Especially when she learns what he really wants with her.The Court that Bleeds Gold is the first book in a dark fantasy romance trilogy. This enemies to lovers series has shades of Rumpelstiltskin and Beauty and the Beast, with a dark hero who will absolutely burn this damned world to the ground for our sharp-tongued heroine. Expect steam, violence and plenty of barbed exchanges.

"You want to bite someone, baby, bite me. I like it."Rachel offers herself to Stone, the president of an outlaw motorcycle club, as collateral for her family's debt, and becomes the target of a rival club. Wildman, president of the Red Devils, wants her, but so does Stone--and he’ll do whatever it takes to protect her from the evil bastard who calls himself her step-father.Excerpt - Other than a dozen or so motorcycles backed up at the front of the bar, all seemed quiet for an early Friday afternoon. Stone pulled in at an angle, backing into a spot close to the entrance. He cut the engine and held his hand back, to help me off, I assumed. Once I was standing I reached up to undo my helmet. He dismounted and swung my way, watching me. I tried not to let his silent scrutiny bother me, but that was hard to do when I was pretty sure that what I saw in his dark eyes was arousal. I finally got the strap undone and offered him the helmet, staring right back at him while ignoring the slow heat that was crawling up my neck and spreading to cheeks.He took the helmet, set it on his seat, and then opened the saddle bag for my bag. As he did this the three men who’d been traveling with us walked up. I wasn’t afraid to meet their eyes, dealt with assholes like them every day, and I wasn’t about to let them intimidate me. They simply smirked at me, and one of them reached for the door.“Pit Bull.” Mutt or Jeff, I couldn’t tell which, halted and turned back to us. Stone held my bag out to him. “Put this in my room.”Pit Bull’s smirk turned into a full-fledged grin, and he winked at me, taking the bag from Stone. The bastard! I knew what he was thinking. I waited until he’d disappeared inside before returning my gaze to Stone. Like Pit Bull’s, I knew that the sexy smile on his face was at my expense. He knew what was going through my mind, and I could tell that he was waiting for me to react.I slammed my hands on my hips. “Your room? And just where will you be sleeping?” I wanted to make it clear from the start that it wouldn’t be with me.He leaned against his bike and crossed his arms. “I barely have enough rooms for my men, so we’ll be sharing, sweetheart.”“Like hell we will! I’ll sleep on a couch somewhere.” There was no way that I was sharing a bed with him. Something told me that if I did, we wouldn’t be getting much sleep. I wasn’t stupid. When he’d kissed me back at Maddie’s it may have started in anger, but it had ended in full-blown passion, and there’d been no denying that he’d had a serious hard-on.I could tell that Stone didn’t like me arguing with him. Well, that was just too damned bad! He could lean against his big-ass Harley with his bulging arms crossed over his massive chest and that smoldering look in his eyes till it snowed. I may want him, because he was hot as hell, but he didn’t have to know that. I wasn’t here to provide that kind of service.Eyes the color of black coffee took a slow ride over my body, and I got the impression that Stone was sizing me up—not for a fight, but for something entirely different. It was sexual. I kept my hands on my hips in a silent challenge, even as my nipples peaked beneath his hard look. The traitors were actually tingling, and that sharp feeling of need zeroed right down to my sex, which was still buzzing from the bike ride there.Holy shit, I should have never glanced down at the front of his pants, because now I was on fire. “No way are we sharing a bed,” I repeated, in a tone that was clearly a little weaker than before.“Then you can share a room with one of my brothers, but you won’t be sleeping on any couch out in the open where any man can claim you.”“What kind of choice is that?”“The only one you’ll get here,” he snapped back.