Lana Steele

When billionaire CEO Ethan Asher hires the brilliant but unassuming Brandon Nate Daniel as his new Personal Assistant, neither expects a casual dare to ignite a passionate romance. As playful flirtations turn into undeniable passion, Ethan and Brandon find themselves entangled in a steamy, forbidden relationship that threatens to unravel their carefully constructed lives. With secrets surfacing and office politics heating up, they must decide if their love is worth risking everything.

After serving three years for a crime I didn't commit, I discovered the devastating truth on my release day: Chase Grayson, my husband, had divorced and betrayed me, marrying my younger sister. Worse still, he sold me to Axel Blackwood, a powerful and feared stranger. Heartbroken and trapped in Axel's world of secrets and lies, I faced a new prison that threatened to consume me.

Content Warning: If you can't handle intense chemistry, explicit heat, and a little consensual kink that leaves you breathless, this book isn't for you. You've been warned. *** Harper Sullivan has spent her entire life putting everyone else first. After losing her parents, she sacrificed her own dreams to raise her younger sister. Fresh out of college, she gives herself one week in Las Vegas with no responsibilities, no expectations, and no regrets. Then she meets Hudson Whitmore. Billionaire CEO. Genius inventor. A man addicted to control. Harper doesn't know his name, doesn't care about his money, and refuses to be intimidated by the man everyone else fears. For seven unforgettable days, they live by one rule: No names. No promises. No future. Just fun and exploring the world of pleasure. When Hudson asks for more, Harper disappears before sunrise. Months later, she walks into Whitmore Robotics chasing the career she's fought for, only to discover the stranger she left behind is now her boss. Hudson remembers every touch, every rule they broke and worse, the emptiness he felt when she disappeared and how he couldn't get her off his mind. Now the woman who escaped his control is the only one capable of undoing it. As desire collides with ambition, their battle for power becomes impossible to separate from the growing trust and passion between them. Because some people are impossible to command. Some desires refuse to be denied. And some women were never meant to be controlled. They were meant to be chosen, pleasured, and surrendered to.

I thought Christmas had already broken me. Betrayal, loss, and a miscarriage that shattered everything I’d built. So I did the only reckless thing a heart in ruins could do: closed my eyes, jabbed a finger at a map, and bought a ticket to wherever it landed. No plan. No hope. Just a wounded heart running from the wreckage. I wanted quiet. Snow. A place to breathe and heal. I found him instead. A man who feels too wild for this world, all heat and muscle and dark, hungry eyes. He kisses like he’s claiming something. Touches like he’s learning every secret my body holds. His strength borders on impossible. His presence, addictive. He calls me his naughty little Christmas gift. And every time he drags his mouth down my throat, I forget every reason I had to stay guarded. But the deeper I fall, the stranger things become. The room around him feels alive. The night listens when he speaks. His eyes flash with an animal glow that shouldn’t exist, and the sound he makes when he’s holding back, low, guttural, trembling the air between us doesn’t belong to any man. I should run. Ask questions. Save myself. But I’m far too gone. Even willing to be ruined by whatever he is. So I ignore the question whether I’m losing my mind, or whether the fear curling beneath the heat is real. And let him keep unwrapping me like the gift he thinks I am. Because whatever lives inside him…it’s the first thing that’s made me feel alive again.

Family was meant to be sacred. Untouchable. Azriel was supposed to be my stepbrother. Instead, he became my ruin. I should have kept my distance. But whenever he’s near, my body recalls what he has done to it. His wolf lurks beneath the surface, and it’s drawing me in closer than I’ve ever dared to approach. He’s mine—not by name or claim, but in the way my blood ignites a fire within him. Each touch, every hushed growl leaves me trembling, yearning, and afraid. I know this isn’t safe. The heat between us could burn us both, yet I can’t stop leaning into it. Some rules were never meant to be broken. Some bonds were never meant to exist. And some desires… can’t be denied.

Freya Parrish was orphaned at age three by her family's rival pack, which forcefully took power from the Blue Moon Pack, murdering everyone except 'lucky Freya.' After the death of everyone in her pack, Freya was supposed to be the ruling Omega being the only survivor, but she suffered from amnesia, leaving Alpha Hero Ian at advantage. The Omegas were never seen as worthy or relevant. They were the bitches and their pack was the most fragile. This implicated anyone from their pack because their hate came naturally. Alpha Hero Ian turned Freya into a slave for his pack, the Blood Moon Pack. For some reason, everyone felt intimidated by Freya, even though she was fragile. This led to everyone hating, humiliating and maltreating her, including the Alpha's rude and spoilt son, Dante Ian. As the governing rule of the Blood Moon Pack states, 'All slaves must be set free on their eighteenth birthday,' Freya got sent far away into the human world without any orientation or shelter. Dante on his path took over as the Alpha after the death of his father. For him to become a True Alpha, he must also bond with his 'destined' mate.

Dante believed the past was sealed, buried deep enough that time itself would forget it. The murder the were never to speak about. He convinced themselves it was over, that love was strong enough to build something new on top of old ruins. But the past does not stay buried. The very thing he's hiding is back with claws to ruin not just him but his marriage as well. There's drama, murder and someone trying to financially ruin them. The book one is STUCK WITH MR. BILLIONAIRE FOR CHRISTMAS. But, you can enjoy this one as a standalone.

"Part those legs for me, you little wh*r*," Miles whispered in Meredith's ear. He entered a finger into her throbbing member before adding a second one. "You'll be the death of me, Miles," she moaned. "No, Meredith, you'll be the death of me. I never wanted to own something so badly until I met you. Now, I want to own every inch of your beautiful body." - The story of a girl who lost all hope when her long-time boyfriend decided to end things. She is subjected to taking care of a billionaire who underwent a heart transplant. Their encounter started as a whirlwind of chaos and hate for each other. Slowly, they began to fall in love until they couldn't deny their feelings. However, Meredith was in search of her missing brother she needed answers to his disappearance. Miles and Meredith's relationship is entwined and one of the soulmates. One holds the answers to so many unanswered questions. - Note: Don't forget to like, share and comment if you love the story. Kindly send me moon tickets if you find them interesting enough. Your support means the world to me.

I despised Dante Moretti long before he slid that ring onto my finger. Arrogant. Controlling. The kind of boss who could ruin my day with a single clipped order. I hated the way he spoke to me. I hated the way he watched me more. But walking into my hometown with his ring and watching my ex-husband’s face drain of color felt wickedly perfect. The elders wanted to see real love before selling their land. So Dante and I lied. We played the sweet couple. Except Dante didn’t touch me like a man pretending. At the Christmas market, his hand slid down my spine and stopped right where it shouldn’t. At dinner, he whispered against my ear, “If he’s watching, spread your legs a little. Let him see who owns you now.” I should have slapped him. Instead, my body answered him before I could breathe. He kissed my temple too slow and held my waist too tight. When the lights dimmed, he murmured, “Open for me.” “Keep your eyes on me.” “I want you shaking for me, not for him.” Somewhere between hating him and wanting him to wreck me, everything blurred. Because the man who barked orders in boardrooms had me whispering his name in the dark, Christmas lights flickering over his bare shoulders while he swallowed every sound I made. My ex wanted me broken. Dante wanted me ruined, but only beneath him. And the worst part was how easily I let him. Santa didn’t bring me a miracle. He gave me a sin in a three piece suit and I tore the wrapping off with trembling hands.

Not all who ride on horses and save you are your Knight in shining armour. Some are responsible for your pain. Emma had to learn that lesson a hard way when she gave her heart to the one responsible for the disasters in her past. Emma after working hard to become a detective to solve the mysterious murder of her family stumbles on a new truth. Werewolves do exist and she has just fallen for one. Not just anyone. The Alpha! More than she wants to have anything to do with this supernatural world, this Alpha holds the key to her long-term quest.

Thane Slade was hockey’s crown jewel—fast, brutal, and untouchable. Until the cheers turned into gasps and the headlines turned against him. One brutal scandal. One devastating hit on the ice. In seconds, his world fell apart. Now disgraced and broken, Thane has nothing left but pain and a past that won’t let go. Then comes Madison Wallace—a nurse with calm eyes, steady hands, and a quiet fire he can’t ignore. She’s not impressed by fame, and she definitely doesn’t believe in fairy tales. But as she works to rebuild Thane’s body, she begins to see something deeper. Not the legend—but the man. Flawed. Wounded. Desperate to be seen. Madison didn’t come to save him. But somewhere between the silence and the scars, he scored something far more dangerous than a goal—her heart. When the truth behind Thane’s downfall resurfaces, dragging Madison into the crossfire, the game changes. And this time, it’s not about victory. It’s about survival.

Without reading the contract, Alexia signed a deal to be the pretense girlfriend of the devil, Jason Wale. However, things took a wrong turn when Jason’s family asked him to marry, so he would acquire the family’s inheritance. And who was to be his pretense wife besides Alexia? Alexia, bonded by her contract, either has to give in or find a way out. ** Craig Archer was more of a nightmare than a daydream for those who encountered him. As a billionaire who was hot, handsome, and powerful, every woman wanted to bear his last name. Due to his terrible experiences with love and women before his success, he lost his desire for things like relationships, marriage, and love in general. What mattered to him was wealth, power, and his ego. Not once did he think a woman would belittle him. After he spent a night with decent Alexia, he got a taste of his own. He was invested in finding and teaching her a lesson for disappearing on him. Going against his rule, he searched for the mysterious Alexia only to realize she needed saving from the tight grasp of Jason Wales, a man out to use Alexia to attain his selfish objectives. ** Will Craig help Alexia, or would he use her misfortune to his advantage? If she gets rescued by the man she thought wouldn’t see her face again, will Alexia accept the man who not only wants to own but dominate her? Would Alexia escape the tight claws of Jason Wales by choosing the sharp strike of Craig Archer? Or, would she have to endure a year of contracted marriage with an intolerable man rather than choose a possessive one? They say, “The devil you know is better than the angel you don't know.”