Larkhaven Books

Catalina Rivas killed her first man at nineteen and has run her family's southern territory since. Bruno Gallo killed his at seventeen and has spent a decade pretending he's the reasonable one. Their families have been at war over a stretch of highway. The old men broker peace the usual way: Catalina marries Bruno, the highway gets split, and neither of them gets a say. They argue about everything. Dinner. Death. The east wing. Whether Bruno's new hotel is a front or a future. Then a truck burns on the highway with two cousins inside, and both families start loading guns. Catalina and Bruno have to work together for the first time to prove it was a third party - and they come back from a motel on the state line with the broker's ledger and one shared gun. At the peace table, they present it as one voice, cancel the renegotiation clause, and move into a house on the highway neither family owns. Their families are furious. They are not.

Nia Calder was a xenobiologist before she was a scout, and neither one prepared her for being a war-prize. Commander Vor'rak claimed her on the deck of his ship in front of his own crew. His telepathic navigator Torn has been dreaming of her for cycles. His exiled surgeon Sarrek needs her blood to save the men he loves. The fleet is dying of a plague, the rite is a lie, and the men who took her are the only ones standing between her and House Verrick. Nia has one chance to write her own claim. Three Kesh warriors. One cure. No surrender.

He rejected her in front of two packs. Then he bit her and left her for dead. Sloane Merrick wasn't supposed to survive. Rejected mates don't, and a reject's bite is worse. But she did survive - harder, colder, and suddenly Alpha of the pack that humiliated her. Two years later, Rhys Calloway comes home. He expects an apology, a place at the table, maybe a mourning mate still waiting. He gets a hallway of wolves who take orders from a woman who no longer flinches, and a shut door that won't open for him. But the shifter council is watching, and two broken packs aren't enough to keep the borders. On a mission to the ruins of the treaty village, Sloane and Rhys have to fight shoulder to shoulder again, and every mistake he made is out loud between them. He wants his bond. She wants a bond worth having. Somewhere in the ash between the two, something new is going to have to be built - and only one of them gets to be Alpha.

Fünfzehn Jahre lang hat Ivy Sorensen die Telefonseelsorge in Seattle besetzt und auf eine Stimme gewartet, die sie nie hren durfte: die ihrer Schwester in der Nacht, in der Freya ermordet wurde. Dann beginnt jeden Abend um drei Uhr ein neuer Anrufer, Morde zu beschreiben keine Geständnisse, sondern Proben. Die Polizei hält es für einen Scherz. Die Leichen widersprechen. Und der Anrufer weiß Dinge, die nur eine einzige Person wissen kann: Ivys Kosenamen für ihre Schwester aus Kindertagen. Den Namen der Straße, in der Freya starb. Die Wahrheit darüber, was Ivy in dem Sommer tat, als sie dreizehn wurde. Um ihn zu stoppen, muss Ivy den Fall wieder aufrollen den Fall, den ihre Familie begraben hat, den der Detective begraben hat, und die Erinnerung, die sie ihr ganzes Erwachsenenleben lang zu verschweigen versucht hat. Manche Anrufer wollen gerettet werden. Dieser will gehrt werden. Ein absolut fesselnder Psychothriller mit einem Twist, der alles verändert für Leserinnen und Leser von In ihren Augen und Sag mir deine Lügen.

Theo Halliday war fünfzehn Jahre nicht mehr in Vermont. Er kommt zurück für eine Beerdigung, ein Testament und einen Verkauf. Sabine Okafor führt die Halliday-Obstplantage allein, seit Theo damals ging. Jetzt steht das Grundstück auf beider Namen, und das Testament verlangt, dass sie bis zur Ernte dort wohnen. Ein Haus. Zwei Erben. Sechs Wochen Regen. Sie hält ihn für einen Aasgeier. Er hält sie für eine Mauer. Die Plantage kümmert das nicht - sie braucht Pflücker, Most und einen Stand beim Herbstfest, ob sie nun miteinander reden oder nicht. Und je länger sie das Land bearbeiten, das ihre Schwester geliebt hat, desto schwerer fällt es, sich daran zu erinnern, warum sie jemals auf verschiedenen Seiten standen. Manche Erbschaften sind zum Teilen bestimmt.

Ivy Calloway spielt, als hätte sie nichts zu verlieren. Genau das ist das Problem. Ash Merrick hat seit fünf Jahren keine Bühne mehr betreten. Jetzt unterrichtet er Kammermusik an einer Schule, an der er nichts zu suchen hat - und die erste Geigerin ist siebzehn, furchtlos und spielt genau die Phrase, für die er die Welt aufgegeben hat. Er müsste kündigen. Er hätte schon in der ersten Nacht gehen müssen, in der sie länger blieb. Stattdessen fährt er mit ihr nach Norden, durch einen Schneesturm, zu einer Hütte, in der er endlich aussprechen kann, warum er die Bühne verlassen hat. Und Ivy, die ihr Leben lang gesagt bekam, wer sie ist, sagt es ihm zurück. Ein heißer Age-Gap-Akademie-Roman über zwei Menschen, die ihr Tempo an einem Ort finden, der eigentlich totenstill sein sollte.

Ivy Calloway plays like she has nothing to lose. That's the problem. Ash Merrick hasn't touched a cello in front of an audience in five years. Now he's coaching chamber music at a school he has no business setting foot in, and the first violinist is seventeen, unafraid, and playing the exact phrase he wrote off the world for. He should resign. He should have resigned the first night she stayed late. Instead he drives her north through a snowstorm, to a cabin where he can finally say out loud the reason he left the stage. And Ivy, who has spent her whole life being told what she is, tells him back. A sizzling hot age gap academy romance about two people who find their tempo in a place that should be deathly quiet.

Nadia Almeida summoned a demon and got the wrong one. She wanted a grunt; she got Astaroth, grand duke of a hell she does not believe exists, bound to her kitchen floor by a mistranslation neither of them can fix. He cannot leave until she fulfills the contract. She has no intention of fulfilling it. She has a list of humans who killed her sister, and she intends to use him for every one of them. Eleven months of shared coffee, shared curses, and shared arguments about whether humanity is worth saving later, Nadia finds the fine print. The summoner pays. He has known since the first hour. He never told her. By the time their enemies reach the door, she knows exactly what the price is, and she is going to pay it, because that is what she does. What she does not know is what he will do to stop her. A dark enemies-to-lovers fantasy romance with claws.

Delphine Ocampo runs the best brunch pop-up in Austin. She's killed three mimosas, one ex-boyfriend, and - accidentally - a vampire who owed money to people he shouldn't have. Now three factions want her: a slick land vampire who sees her daylight glow and thinks of weddings. A former stuntwoman who thinks of protection. A basement podcast host who thinks of a cohost he can finally call at any hour. Delphine thinks of a business plan. She opens a private brunch club where every faction has to sit down, sip, and behave. When a fourth faction tries to take her off the board, the three who want her discover they'd rather share the table than lose the girl. She doesn't pick. She pours. A dark modern vampire reverse harem romance with a Texan twist.

Nora Whitfield swore she'd never set foot in Coldbrook again. She made it twelve years. Now she's the new physical therapist for the Coldbrook Frost, and the first player on her table is the one she left behind. Rhett Sandoval is thirty-two, held together by tape and spite, and he has not forgiven her for anything. He says so in front of the entire locker room. She takes the job anyway. He doesn't want her help. He doesn't want her in this town. He definitely doesn't want her knowing that his knee is worse than anyone has told the GM, or why he never left Coldbrook the way she did. But the season is long, the ice is bad, and the boy who waited two years for her is still here - older, angrier, and no better at letting go. She didn't come back for him. That's what she keeps telling herself.

Hazel Moore has kept a secret for eight years: her son Leo's father is Cole Bennett, the man who left Maplewood without looking back. Now Cole is back, and one look at Leo tells him everything. As they navigate co-parenting, old sparks reignite. But Cole's life is in the city, and Hazel can't leave her bakery. When Cole gets a job offer overseas, he must choose between his career and his newfound family. A cozy fall romance about second chances, forgiveness, and the sweetness of coming home.

Vor neun Jahren verließ ich Port Alder mit einer Narbe, einem Geheimnis und dem festen Vorsatz, nie zurückzukehren. Die Beerdigung meiner Mutter brachte mich heim. Das Rudel schickte Tobias Kaine, um mich zu holen. Tobias war mein Bodyguard in dem Sommer, in dem ich achtzehn wurde. Er ist der Vater meines Sohnes. Er hat ihn nie kennengelernt. Vier Tage genügen ihm, um es herauszufinden Mateo hat seine silbernen Augen und hrt einen Hirsch, bevor ich ihn sehe. Das Rudel will meinen Jungen als Besitz. Ihr Alpha hat ein Jahrzehnt lang meine Briefe gestohlen, um Tobias ungebunden zu halten. Meine Mutter starb nicht an Altersschwäche. Jemand hat sie vergiftet, um mich nach Hause zu bringen. Tobias muss sich entscheiden zwischen der einzigen Familie, die er je hatte, und der, von der er nie wusste, dass er sie geschaffen hat. Er entscheidet sich für den Jungen. Er entscheidet sich für mich.

Avery Quinn has rebuilt every engine in the Quinn Motor Works and not one of them has ever let her down. Men are a different story. Grayson Vaughn owns the largest rideshare company in America, the land under her family's garage, and a motorcycle phobia he will not admit to. He also offered her the one job she could not refuse. Six weeks, one borrowed helmet, and one long ride down a county road later, Avery learns that the grumpiest man she has ever met is terrified of the thing her whole family worships. And Grayson learns what it costs to want something that everyone who owns you says you can't have. When the board votes, he has to choose between the company he built and the woman who taught him to ride. The first book in the Vaughn Hub series.

Sera Vane has spent her whole life avoiding the vampire court her mother was promised to. So of course her last catering job is the Vaskari Winter Ball. Halfway through the evening, the great doors seal with an ancient blood-lock and three hundred guests - human, fae, vampire - are trapped inside until dawn. Including Sera. The court's three hosts know exactly who she is: the witch's daughter a treaty named before she was born. Dmitri, the cold heir, wants her to sign the treaty her mother refused. Lucien, his exiled brother, wants her to sign nothing. Marta, the half-fae enforcer, wants her alive long enough to choose. Trapped with them in a ballroom of snow-windowed glass, Sera negotiates: an alliance, a place at court, a name she never claimed - and, before sunrise, a bond sealed three different ways. She came in as staff. She'll walk out as one of them.

Nera Balduin is the only human omega on Meridian Station, and her boss has filed for her transfer twice. Ryx Il-Vaas doesn't want an omega in his department, doesn't want the way his glands wake up every time she crosses the floor, and definitely doesn't want the ninety-day clock on her residency. Then a corporate audit exposes a smuggling network inside the Authority's own terminals. The only way to break it is to go in as a bonded pair. One forged bond-mark. One shared apartment. Three weeks of pretending. Ryx refers to her as his bondmate with his whole chest. Nera sleeps two feet away with her suppressants failing. Neither of them is pretending by week two. When the audit committee scans her throat and finds a forgery, Ryx does the one thing he swore he'd never do again. He bites. A slow-burn omegaverse sci-fi office romance with a widowed alien alpha, a heroine on a visa clock, and a bond that starts as a lie.

Sloane Reyes tows broken things for a living and doesn't fix any of them. Then a shot-up Harley lands in her yard with an outlaw alpha bleeding on her passenger seat, and her wolf - silent for a decade - sits down inside her chest and refuses to get up. Ash Corrigan lost his club to his cousin Vance. He doesn't want a mate. He needs a place to heal, a place to hide, and a tow truck with a driver who doesn't ask questions. Two weeks. His bed, her yard, no feelings. Vance starts burning Sloane's lot down to smoke him out. Blackrock land was stolen from Sloane's grandmother three generations back. Turns out they've both got something to take back. An alpha shifter biker romance with bite.

Duke Brennan has been the Iron Hares' sergeant at arms for eleven years and the man who stopped smiling for two. He eats at the same diner every Tuesday, orders the same thing, and says nine words to the only woman in three counties who treats him like a person. Hollis Rae has been sliding a second slice of pie into his box since the first week. She knows who he rides with and she doesn't care. Then a shipment goes missing, the club turns on its own, and the trail runs straight through the diner - and through the name of a brother Hollis buried six years ago. Duke has one loyalty left to spend. He is going to spend it on the woman who never asked him for anything, even if it costs him the only family he has ever had. Some men break. This one chooses.

The night the Moretti family bonded its wolves, I stood in the front row and watched my mate tell three hundred people he'd never bind himself to a woman whose hands were dirty with his family's work. He was right. I was the cleaner. I was also nineteen. I left for Marseille and got paid, for six years, to do exactly what I used to do for free - put the pieces back together after men like him break things. Now the don is dead, the war with the Caruso family is wide open, and the ledger he inherited doesn't reconcile because someone on his own council has been stealing for four years. He flew to France to ask me to come home. I made him ask twice. I came back for ninety days, on paper, with a return ticket in my drawer. I'll name the thief. I'll settle the peace. I'll sign his bonding contract if it survives my amendments. The ticket stays valid either way. A rejected mate capo romance.

Earth has one bargaining chip left, and her name is Wren Adair. She's a junior translator. She's never held a weapon, never left the atmosphere, never wanted to. Now she's the human bride in a Vethkan exchange treaty, married in orbit to a captain who doesn't speak her language and didn't ask for her either. Captain Sohr needs the treaty to keep his clan alive. Wren needs to survive the ceremony, the crew, and the translation implant that turns every apology into an insult. Then she finds the annex. The one that calls her a hostage, not a partner. Sohr didn't know. When the council orders him to hand her over anyway, he refuses - and now they're both mutineers, running a blockade with a damaged ship and a bride whose only weapon is a clause she translated herself. The council wrote the treaty to trap them. Wren is going to read it out loud.

Mariam Bello buried her husband on a Tuesday and inherited his job on the Wednesday. She is now the neutral courier between two families who would happily kill each other and occasionally her. The condition of her protection is Tarek Aziz - twenty years older, silent on the ferry, impossible to read, and the only man who ever told her husband to walk away from the deal that killed him. Twice a month, cabin 4B, Marseille to Algiers and back. Nine crossings is a long time to sit across from someone who knows the truth. Long enough for Mariam to decide she wants it. When she gets the name of the man who ordered the hit, Tarek does not stop her. He simply stands where the knife is going.

Ada Whitlock washes dishes at the Roadhouse. From the kitchen door, she sees the Iron Wolves bury one of their own in the field behind the bar. She should not have seen it. She knows it. Two nights later, three men come to collect her. Trick, forty-five, president, wants her gone. Walsh, sergeant, wants her watched. Iker, the youngest, wants her kept. They compromise: Ada lives at the clubhouse, works the kitchen, and is never alone. What starts as a babysitting rotation becomes something she is steering - three shifts, three men, and the same careful attention for each. When the reason for the burial comes looking for the witness, the rotation stops. Ada takes the patch. Three names, one kitchen, one compound. An age gap reverse harem MC romance about the woman they kept for safety - and who kept them.

I had three rules for my new job. I broke all three in a month. Jae runs the company and is marrying someone else. Minho runs the legal department and keeps every secret but mine. Sung runs the actual work and nobody notices. They are the Kim brothers. They are all my bosses. And one of them is about to sign a merger built on a lie. I can keep my job, keep my mouth shut, or keep all three of them. I've never been good at keeping my mouth shut. A why choose office romance with three rules, three bosses, and absolutely no self-control.

Simone Okoye came back to school for a piece of paper, not a teacher. Dr. Elias Vance has been teaching Victorian literature for twenty-five years, has one good book in him left, and absolutely will not be lectured to by a thirty-two-year-old undergrad in the front row. By October they've made each other miserable. By November Simone has read the draft of his manuscript that nobody was supposed to see. By December she's done something reckless with it - and the department is already circling. He's her professor. She's his student. There's a rule for this, and there's a right way through it, and Elias Vance is the only man in the building who would actually take it. It takes a whole semester. Then it takes coffee.

Rosa Marchetti is twenty-two years old and she has just inherited forty thousand dollars of bad debt, a funeral bill, and a marriage contract her father signed eleven years ago in someone else's handwriting. Tommaso Casazza is fifty-one. He was at her christening. He is not going to pretend either of those facts isn't true. What he is going to do is marry her, move her into a house with more locks than rooms, and put her to work keeping his ledger. She thinks she's a hostage. Then the couriers start dying in the order they sat at her wedding. Somewhere in the columns, Rosa is holding proof that the man she married has been protecting her from his own family for over a decade, and the man who wrote the contract is still sitting at the table.

Lady Bridget Aston was meant to spend the season dancing. Instead, she's running a Baltic wolf empire from her aunt's drawing room. It starts with a mistake at Vauxhall - a kiss in a bower meant for someone else, delivered instead to Aleksandr Verenkov, the visiting Lycan envoy from Saint Petersburg whose family runs half the fur trade and half the rumors. Her brother forces the engagement. Aleksandr accepts because the treaty leaves him no choice. Both of them intend to manage the other and neither of them expects the bond that flares at the altar. But someone in Petersburg wants Bridget dead. She learns wolf politics, decodes threats, and outvotes her husband's own council in fluent French. When the assassin finally comes, it isn't Aleksandr who pulls the trigger. A Regency alpha. A Russian wolf lord. A bride with a pistol in her writing desk.

Buck Vescari promotes rodeos, launders money, and has never been taken seriously by his family. That's fine. He likes his life fine. Then Marisol Reyes walks into his trailer with a broken shoulder, a bad attitude, and a talent that could make them both rich. He offers her a sponsorship. She takes it. What happens next is not in the contract - a motel room in Abilene, eleven days of pretending it's temporary, and a confrontation with Buck's older brother that ends with Buck walking out of his own bloodline in a rodeo parking lot. They're broke. They're in Odessa. The only way out is for Marisol to ride harder than anyone, and for Buck to watch from the stands with everything he has left in his pocket. The arena is the only family that ever paid on time.

Nora Quinn has one rule: never lie to a client. Then she meets the new owner of the boathouse she's been hired to save - the boy she loved before he moved away to become a billionaire, and the father of the son he's never met. Grant Whitlock is rebuilding the lake house for his daughter. He doesn't know that Nora's boy Theo has his eyes. He does know that hiring Nora is the first thing that's felt right in two years. As summer burns down to its last swallows, the renovation uncovers old beams, old letters and an old mistake. When Maisie finds the photograph, everything collapses. Grant has to decide what kind of father he wants to be - and whether the family he didn't know he had is worth more than any fortune.

Three years ago, Wren Halloway buried her brother and stopped asking questions. Then Dax Kessler walks into her motel with a bullet in his shoulder and a confession on his lips: he killed Toby. He was president of the Ashborne Vipers, Toby was dirty, and the club voted. Wren should hate him. She does. She also knows the Vipers are still bleeding, and the man who set her brother up is still wearing a patch. So she makes a deal with the devil on a Harley - go undercover as a new old lady, find the traitor, and watch the man who killed Toby tear his own house down. She doesn't expect the heat. She doesn't expect the nights. She doesn't expect Dax to put her first when it costs him his chair. Some betrayals you survive. Some you ride out of.

Three wives went north through the fire before her. None of them came back. Ilaria is the youngest daughter of a southern king with no use for daughters, and the lot has fallen to her. She is being sent north to marry the cold-blooded lord of the fae court, behind a wall of fire that has separated their kingdoms for two centuries. She doesn't intend to be furniture. She breaks into his treasury within a month and finds the boundary ledger - and her mother's name in it. Caelan doesn't punish her. He asks what she found. Together they learn the wall was never meant to protect the south from him. It was meant to protect the north from the kings who wanted to buy the fire. A dark enemies to lovers fantasy romance for readers who want their marriage-treaty book to end with a wedding on the ashes of the wall.

She came back to sell a cannery. She found three wolves already living in it. Luca Marchetti hasn't been on the island since the night her mother drowned off the breakwater. She came to sign the deed and leave before dark. But the cannery's been occupied for months by the pack's three remaining brothers, and none of them intend to let her - or the town - go on pretending. Briar wants the building. Keel wants the truth: he and Luca's mother were lovers for two years, and he knows who pushed her. Hollis wants Luca, and says so on the first day. The harbor records prove the selectman drowned her mother to bury a Boston laundering scheme that ate the Marchetti name forty years ago. Luca has one night to decide whether to press charges quietly or burn the whole town's silence on the breakwater's dedication night. She burns it. A why-choose lycan romance about salt, secrets, and a town that should never have been allowed to forget.

Lira was sold to end a war. Her groom has already refused three wives, sleeps in the locked wing of his own castle, and will not look at her in daylight. Alone in a court that watches her every meal, Lira learns to be two women: the obedient bride at the high table, and the quiet thief in the corridors after dark. What she finds behind the third locked door is worse than a betrayal. It's proof - of what her brothers did, of what her father ordered, of the lie that started the war. Rhys finds her reading it. He doesn't kill her. He hands her a second key. Some marriages end wars. This one plans to end two families. A dark enemies-to-lovers fantasy romance for readers who want the lie to hurt before the truth does.

At Marrowgate, everyone wears a mask. Sera Vane intends to use hers to murder the man who killed her mother. Then three upperclassmen take her as their training asset: a masked heir, a charming forger, and a quiet assassin with a contract on her life. Marrowgate's final exam is the Midwinter Masquerade. Unmask a traitor, or be unmasked before the faculty. Sera's going to pull off both. And when the headmaster's mask hits the floor, so does the academy.