Ava Reed

Aurora Crestwood has been in love with her best friend Liam for ten years. Ten years of being his shoulder to cry on, his late-night phone call, his emotional support through every breakup. Ten years of watching him chase the same toxic woman who keeps breaking his heart.

When Selena Beaumont announces her engagement to someone else, Aurora thinks she's finally free. But Liam has other plans. He wants to crash the wedding, make one last desperate play for the woman who's never truly wanted him. And he wants Aurora to help him do it.

Against her better judgment, she agrees. What she doesn't expect is to meet Kian Vance.

Liam's estranged brother is everything Liam isn't—dangerous, direct, and completely uninterested in playing games. He's also friends with the groom, which makes him the biggest threat to their sabotage plan. But when Kian looks at Aurora, he doesn't see Liam's reliable best friend. He sees a woman who's been hiding her true self for far too long.

"I'm going to steal her from you," Kian tells his brother with cold certainty.

When Kian proposes a wager—if the wedding falls apart, Aurora belongs to him—she should walk away. She should focus on helping Liam win the woman he's obsessed with. She should stick to being the good girl she's always been.

Instead, she shakes hands with the devil himself.

Now Aurora is caught between two brothers, a wedding that might not happen, and a dangerous man who sees right through her carefully constructed walls. Kian promises to show her what it means to be truly wanted, but his interest comes with a price.

As the wedding weekend spirals toward chaos, Aurora must decide: will she keep playing it safe, or will she finally embrace the fire she's been hiding?


Claimed By The Wrong Brother

(Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit content and is intended for mature readers.)


On my knees before Kian, I swallow hard, staring at the bulge straining against his boxer briefs. His fingers remain firmly wrapped in my hair, controlling my movements with a painful grip that sends shivers down my spine.


My hands tremble as I hook my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and pull them down. His erection springs free, thick and intimidating. I've never been this close to him before, never seen him this exposed.


"Take it," he demands, voice rough with desire. "Show me how much you want it."


I wrap my hand around him, feeling the silky skin stretched tight over rigid heat. He's bigger than I expected, and a flutter of nervousness runs through me.


Kian's impatience builds. He tugs my hair sharply. "Open."


I part my lips, and he guides himself into my mouth. The taste is foreign yet intoxicating—salt and musk and pure masculinity.


His Demands, My Surrender