She chose her marriage. He found her anyway. Lena Monroe thought one night with Daniel Carter was a mistake she could bury. Then she became Mara Black — and he saw straight through it. Dark, explicit, and achingly honest. This is not a love story. Not yet. 🌶️🌶️🌶️

Note to readers:
This novel was previously published under the title Hostile Takeover in the Forbidden Passion series. It has been revised, re-edited, and repositioned as Mine.

If you have already read Hostile Takeover, you have encountered an earlier version of this story.

She said no. He knew she was lying.

Lena Monroe chose her marriage. She went back to Mark, back to her life, back to everything safe and suffocating.

Daniel Carter let her go.

For about forty-eight hours.

Now he’s watching from across Geneva — her new photos, her new name, her hunger bleeding through every post. Mara Black. His fingerprints all over her brand-new skin.

She thinks she can write about desire without living it. She thinks she can keep texting him at 2am and still belong to someone else.

She’s not in control. She never was.

Yours is the surrender book. The one where the line doesn’t hold, the choice gets unmade, and everything they’ve been pretending becomes devastatingly real.

Some things you can’t unlearn. He’s one of them.

🌶️🌶️🌶️ Explicit. Dual POV. Mature readers only.
📚 Book 2 of the Carter Dynasty Trilogy.

I was Daniel Carter’s perfect submissive. Until he left me broken, used up, and hollowed out.

Now I’m stitching myself back together one medical residency shift at a time. Healing. Control. I swore no man would ever own me again.

Then Mark Monroe strides back into my life. CEO of Geneva’s most powerful medical empire, my former boss, and the man I always secretly admired, even before everything changed.

He wants revenge on Daniel for stealing and discarding his wife. I just want Daniel gone from my mind forever.

Mark has become harder over the years, crueler, the kind of man who takes what he wants, including other men’s wives. I know I should stay away.

But this weekend, when his voice drops low and he says, “On your knees, baby girl,” every promise I made to myself crumbles.

I’m terrified of surrendering again. Terrified of how much I still want him.

Yet the way he touches me, protects me, claims me, it isn’t just dominance. It’s something deeper. Something that makes the broken parts of me feel whole.

Mark Monroe doesn’t want my submission.

He wants to own me. Completely. Mind. Body. Soul.

And the most terrifying part? I’m starting to believe I was always meant to be his.

BROKEN RULES is a dark, obsessive romance packed with corporate medical intrigue, healing through raw power exchange, and a possessive CEO who’ll burn the world down for what’s his. Spicy. Gritty. Emotionally brutal. HEA guaranteed, but you’ll bleed for it.

He should’ve let her go.

Instead, he watched her walk away, still imagining her taste, still craving her body.

Three years later, Sophie Dubois is back in Geneva. Fiercer, sharper, badder than before, and she’s got only one thing on her mind: destroy everything Liam Morel has built to keep her out.

Liam’s life is perfect on paper. He’s got Elise, the “good girl” he promised to protect, and a glittering city that worships at his feet. But none of that keeps him up at night. Sophie does. The filthy memories. The bleeding need. The unspoken truth—that he’d burn the world for another taste.

She wants him obsessed.
He wants to keep his promises.
But when Sophie’s lips brush his ear and her fingers slide up his thigh, even loyalty starts to look like a kink.

Torn between craving and conscience, Liam has to choose: stay in the light, or follow Sophie into the dark.

Almost Yours is a sinfully addictive, morally grey romance where loyalty is nothing compared to lust, and desire always gets the final say.

He made his choice. She walked away. Neither of them survived it.

Sophie Dubois still wears Liam’s mark, a memory inked into her skin, a wound that never healed. He thought leaving her would make him whole.
He thought he’d stop needing the addiction he swore off.

He was wrong. About everything.

Geneva is ice and gold. Liam’s life is all routine, loyalty, guilt. But midnight drags him back to the one thing he can’t get out of his blood: Sophie, and every filthy memory of her.

Sophie’s smarter now. Harder, sharper, and done believing in apologies. But when Liam knocks at her door, he isn’t asking for forgiveness. He’s here to start what he never finished.

His oath is starting to crack.
And this time, he’ll ruin everything just to have her, one more time.

Never Enough: Because some love stories aren’t lessons. They’re punishments.

He kidnapped me for my brother’s debt.
One night to prove I’m worth keeping.
I should run.
I should hate him.

But Callan Russo doesn’t chase women, he owns them.
And I just became his favorite game.

He gave me until sunrise to escape.
I ran.
He’s faster.

Dark mafia erotica. Explicit content. Kidnapping. Obsession. No safe words.

Russo Control #2

I ran from Callan Russo.

New city. New name. New bar where nobody asks questions. I was finally breathing again.

Then he walked through the door.

He didn’t drag me back. Didn’t make a scene. Just sat at the end of my bar, ordered a whiskey, and looked at me like I’d never stopped being his.

He gave me an address. Told me where to find him.

Said he wasn’t asking for anything.

We both knew that was a lie.

You ran. I came after you. Now choose — but we both know you already did.

You’re Not Fast Enough is a short, steamy dark mafia romance with a possessive alpha hero, a feisty heroine who should know better, and an ending that will leave you breathless. Part of the Russo Control series — reads best after Go Ahead. Run.

Triggers: explicit content, power imbalance, dubcon elements, possessive hero.

I never planned on surviving him. Or myself.

Callan Russo should be dead. Instead he’s alive and furious, locked in a battle with doctors, enemies, and his own heart. And I’m the only thing in the world he wants to keep.

But Julia Rossini wasn’t coming for Callan.

She was coming for me. For the brother I’ve been hiding for five years. For the secret I buried so deep I almost believed it didn’t exist.

Now it’s all surface. All burning.

There’s nowhere left to run. Not from Julia. Not from the truth.

Definitely not from Callan. I tried that. All it got me was heartbreak and a bullet wound.

The only way out is through.