Zwei Jahre Asche. Ein Keller. Eine Saatgutbank, für die Menschen tten. Hester Vane hält den letzten Steinobstbestand im Nordwesten am Leben in einem Erdkeller unter elf Fuß grauem Schnee. Die Regeln sind einfach: keine Fremden, keine Karten, keine Ausnahmen. Dann stürzt Ivo Corrigan durch die Schneewehe, mit einer Kiste Saatkartoffeln und einem Mund voller Fragen, die sie sich nicht leisten kann zu beantworten. Sie bringt ihm bei zu veredeln, zu schweißen, durch Stoff zu atmen. Er bringt ihr bei, genau einem Menschen wieder zu vertrauen. Was sie nicht weiß: Jemand hat ihn bereits geschickt. Als die Gruppe vom Government Camp den Grat hinunterkommt, um den Tresor zu holen, muss Ivo sich entscheiden zwischen dem Geschäft, das ihn ernährt, und der Frau, die ihm beigebracht hat, wofür eine Veredelung gut ist. Er entscheidet falsch, dann entscheidet er richtig, und beides hat seinen Preis. Eine langsam brennende Postapokalypse-Liebesgeschichte für Leserinnen und Leser, die eine Liebe aus Arbeit, Wetter und der letzten funktionierenden Handpumpe am Berg wollen.

Two years of ash. One cellar. A seed bank worth killing for. Hester Vane keeps the last stone-fruit stock in the Northwest alive in a root cellar under eleven feet of grey snow. The rules are simple: no strangers, no maps, no exceptions. Then Ivo Corrigan falls through the drift with a crate of seed potatoes and a mouth full of questions she can't afford to answer. She trains him to graft, weld, breathe through cloth. He trains her to trust exactly one person again. What she doesn't know is that someone else already sent him. When the crew from Government Camp comes down the ridge for the vault, Ivo has to choose between the deal that keeps him fed and the woman who taught him what a graft is for. He chooses wrong, then he chooses right, and both have a cost. A slow-burn post-apocalyptic survival romance for readers who want a love story built out of work, weather, and the last working hand pump on the mountain.

Nova Ashgrave is not a shifter. She forged her way into Blackveil Academy to prove who killed her mother - and by the end of her first week, three wolves have bonded to her. Bram, heir to the pack she wants to burn. Silas, the healer who knows her secret and won't say it out loud. Dain, who has been thrown out of every other school and would burn this one down for her. The bond pulls them into the same dream every night: a field, a howl, blood on her hands. Somewhere behind Blackveil's old stone, the truth is written down and signed. When the pack-mother opens her blood at the ceremonial ring in front of the whole hall, Nova's lie spills across the stones - and three wolves choose her over their own names. She was going to leave with proof. She's leaving with the northern wing on fire.

Frosthold Academy takes disgraced heirs. Ines Varady isn't an heir-she's a forgery. When a binding spell misfires, she's tethered to three men who should have ruined her: the ice-fae whose family owns her debt, a shadow envoy pretending to be neutral, and a groundskeeper's son with hidden power. The tether shares everything. Magic. Pain. And every secret the dean buried under the lake. Someone wants Ines dead before midwinter. Her three bindings have other plans. She came to Frosthold to survive one semester. She's leaving with three tethers and a list.

Lena Ortiz is three months into a job at a Fairbanks daily when her roommate is found dead on the Chena River with paw prints in the snow around her. The police call it an animal attack. Lena calls it the story that saves her career, right up until a man in a Midnight Sun cut pulls her off the crime scene and something old and electric sparks across both their wrists. Aleksander has been riding this highway for two hundred years without a mate. He does not want one now - especially not a human reporter with a camera and nothing to lose. The rogue pack killing Fairbanks locals is hiding inside his own club. And the man leading it used to call him brother. A fated mates, urban paranormal MC romance set in a winter that doesn't end.

Junie Baker roasts the best coffee in Portland and owes nothing to anyone - until the rent triples and her twin brother lands in a cardiac unit on the same Tuesday. The only person who offers to help is Ivan Halden, forty-four, silver-haired, sharper than a tax code, and the kind of man who buys a failing business to fix it or bury it. He'll consult for free. He'll keep his hands off the roastery. He'll keep his hands off Junie. He says all three out loud. He means two of them. When Junie finds out he's been buying her neighbors' leases behind her back, saving her block without telling her, she has to decide whether a man who fixes everything can be trusted with the one thing she never wanted fixed. A steamy age gap boss romance about coffee, contracts, and the second Tuesday that changes everything.

Ein Sommer machte sie zu Brüdern. Eine Nacht machte sie unverzeihlich. Zwlf Jahre später führt Vance Aldrich einen Fonds, der Unternehmen zerschlägt und sein erstes Ziel ist die Rowe-Holding, die inzwischen rechtmäßig seinem Stiefbruder gehrt. Cassian Rowe betritt sein Büro und erwartet einen Krieg. Stattdessen bietet er eine Fusion an. Vance nimmt an unter drei Bedingungen: drei Wochen, keine Wiederholung, und der Name Rowe verschwindet am Ende vom Gebäude. Es sollte sauber sein. Ist es nicht. Denn jemand hat noch das Band von damals, und der Mann, der sie zu Brüdern machte, hat mehr verborgen als eine Ehe. Ein düsterer Milliardärs-Stiefbruder-Roman mit Biss besitzergreifend, kalt und darunter lodernd.

Ferry Kettle braut den besten Masala Chai in Bristol, führt einen gleichgültigen Teeladen und hütet nebenbei eine Laterne, die zwei Welten nach Einbruch der Dunkelheit trennt. Tagsüber ist der Bellwether Park voller Tauben und Hundespaziergänger. Nachts ist er der Laternenwald ein Dickicht aus langsam sprechenden Bäumen, hflichen Füchsen und Türen, die niemals offen stehen dürfen. Als eine junge Frau schlafend unter der ältesten Eiche gefunden wird und eine Woche aus ihrem Leben fehlt, weiß Ferry: Jemand hat eine Tür aufgestemmt. Gegenüber erffnet eine neue Kaffeebar, geführt von einem lächelnden Fremden, der viel zu viel über die Grenze weiß. Er verkauft Zugänge. Er hat eine Käuferliste. Und einer der Namen darauf gehrt Ferrys Schwester, die vor zweiundzwanzig Jahren verschwand. Eine gemütliche Fantasy mit einer Wendung, einem Teeladen, einem sprechenden Fuchs und einem Mitternachtsfest, bei dem der Docht in beide Richtungen brennt.

Junie Okonkwo found the seed pod three hours before the trustee's body turned up on the same path. Campus police call it coincidence. Dr. Marcus Vane, who runs her department and has a career built on not being reckless, calls it evidence. So they meet after hours, in the herbarium nobody locks, comparing her pod to specimens older than either of them. He's forty-six. She's twenty-two. He's her committee chair. None of that stops the room from getting smaller. Then her key card puts her at the scene, and the only person who can vouch for where she really was is the one man whose answer would end him. An age gap academy romance with a mystery at its spine.

Ferry Kettle makes the best masala chai in Bristol, runs an indifferent tea shop, and moonlights as keeper of a lantern that keeps two worlds from mixing after dark. By day, Bellwether Park is pigeons and dog-walkers. By night, it is the Lantern Wood - a tangle of slow-talking trees, polite foxes, and doors that should never be left open. When a young woman is found sleeping beneath the oldest oak with a week missing from her life, Ferry knows a door has been propped. Across the street, a new coffee bar opens, run by a smiling stranger who knows far too much about the boundary. He is selling entrances. He has a buyer's list. And one of the names on it belongs to Ferry's sister, who vanished twenty-two years ago. A cosy fantasy with a twist, a tea shop, a talking fox, and a midnight festival where the wick burns both ways.

Four years as the Ashwood pack's healer earned Lila Thorne a mate bond and a broken heart. Under the blood moon she catches her alpha, Rowan, with a visiting luna-and she tears their bond open in front of the whole pack. She leaves with a duffel bag, a dead grandmother's grimoire, and a scar on her wrist that won't stop bleeding. Three states south, in a bayou town where the wolves are outcasts, she builds a practice, a fighting circle, and a life no alpha can take. Then the rival pack raids her clinic and takes three of her patients hostage. She sends one call, knowing exactly whose wolf will answer. Rowan comes. He goes to his knees in her clinic and stays there for six months of small mercies. Lila doesn't need him to save her. She needs him to prove he can kneel while she does it herself.

Josie Bell left Greyhaven twelve years ago with a broken bond and a shredded heart. Alpha Whit Carroway rejected her in front of the whole pack and married another woman for the good of his bloodline. She built a bakery, a life, a self that didn't need him. Then Whit's wife died in a rogue attack, and the pack called Josie home. The bond Whit severed is reopening - stronger, hungrier, impossible to ignore. Josie arrives determined to refuse him. But Whit doesn't demand. He doesn't beg. He just asks her to stay long enough to train his wolves and defend the border from the rogues massing in the hills. She stays for the pack. She fights beside him. And slowly, she learns the truth: he rejected her because his father threatened to kill her family if he didn't. Now the rogues are at the gates, and Whit is bleeding in her arms. Josie has one chance to decide: forgive him, or lose him forever.

Six years ago, Selah Briar ran from the pack with a secret in her belly. Kaine Rennick let her go because he didn't know what he was losing. Now he does. When their son shifts for the first time in a human schoolyard, the pack's enforcers find them in a week. Kaine is alpha now - harder, older, and burning with six years of grief he never let anyone see. Ash is his heir. The last of the Rennick line. Selah will do anything to protect her son. Even mate the man who couldn't fight for her then. But old enemies want Ash dead before he can grow into his wolf, and the only way to keep him safe is to stand beside Kaine - as his mate, in front of the whole pack. Selah swore she'd never shift again. When they come for her son, she shifts anyway. And she remembers exactly what her teeth are for.

Cora Voss just wanted to sell a creepy lighthouse and go back to her life. Then midnight struck, the gavel rang, and three impossible men fell through her window - a vampire who collects debts, a forest warden with antlers he can't hide, and a storm-fae with a mouth that never stops. They've been bound for centuries. They were promised brides. And Cora? Cora is the auctioneer. To set them free she has to put herself on the block at the Night Market, outbid the fae court that has enslaved them, and survive the crown prince who wants her blood on the ledger. Cora has one plan, three monsters, and a hundred years of unpaid interest. Bound by fate, bought by no one - until the auctioneer bids herself.

Wren Calloway didn't plan to go viral. She planned to keep her scholarship, graduate, and never think about Ashgrove Academy again. Then a fifteen-second clip of her kissing a boy in the bell tower made her famous, and the internet decided the boy was Roman Vey - the tall, silent groundskeeper's son everyone whispers about. He isn't the groundskeeper's son. He's the groundskeeper. Sponsors are calling. The dean is watching. And Roman wants absolutely nothing to do with any of it. Six weeks of staged appearances, one signed contract, and a breakup post scheduled for the end of term. That's the deal. The problem is that Roman, who has never once performed for anyone, is the only person who has ever looked at her like she was real.

Kestrel Ash has been a Roth by marriage for six weeks, and her four stepbrothers have already planned her ruin. They don't know she bought their plan in advance. Cassius wants to inherit Ironhaus. Damian wants to bury her transcripts. Silas wants to prove she's a fraud. Lev wants to kiss her and post it. Kestrel wants the school itself - from her father, from her new stepmother, and from every brother who thought a rich girl was easy to break. One term, four stepbrothers, and a founders' gala where the votes will be counted. She isn't trying to survive Ironhaus. She's trying to own it. A dark stepbrother reverse harem academy romance.

One summer made them brothers. One night made them unforgivable. Twelve years later, Vance Aldrich runs a fund built on tearing companies apart, and his first target is the Rowe family holding - now legally his stepbrother's. Cassian Rowe walks into his office expecting a war. He offers a merger instead. Vance accepts on three conditions: three weeks, no repeats, and the Rowe name off the building by the end. It should be clean. It isn't. Because someone still has the tape from that summer, and the man who made them brothers has been hiding more than a marriage. A dark billionaire stepbrother romance with teeth - possessive, cold, and burning underneath.