Her Father Died and the Mafia Called Her a Spoiled Heiress—Then the Ruthless Boss Who’d Loved Her for Ten Years Put His Ring on Her Finger

eight months pregnant and thrown into the snow by her husband, she fled to her dead father’s abandoned lodge—and found the room he had kept…

The cedar bowed beneath Parker’s hand but sprang partly upright when the gust eased. It was holding. Barely. Parker crouched lower and watched the snow…

The wind seized Thaddeus before both knees had cleared the vestibule. Snow struck his face so hard that opening his eyes became nearly useless. He…

  Mara Quinn’s car died three feet from the gates of the most feared man in Bellador. The ancient blue hatchback coughed twice, shuddered violently,…

  The first man to insult Elena Lane that morning did it with a smile. Corbin Hale leaned back in his leather chair, looked openly…

The wind caught the door before Thalia had opened it a foot. She braced both hands against the wood. Snow burst through the gap and…