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

"Welcome to my playground, Little Red."


My whole body still trembled from the earth-shattering orgasm Kian had given me in the garden. The cool night air had dried the sweat on my skin, but my limbs felt heavy, my core still pulsing with aftershocks. In Kian's strong arms, I felt weightless and completely at his mercy.


As he carried me through his house, I noticed how his demeanor shifted. At the entrance, he paused to toe off his shoes and placed them perfectly aligned against the wall. The action seemed strikingly meticulous for someone so wild.


"You're surprisingly tidy," I murmured against his neck.


"Military training never quite leaves you," he replied, his voice rumbling through his chest.


I expected him to take me to his bedroom, but he walked right past it. We stopped at a door at the end of the hallway.


"Most people don't get to see this room," Kian said, his eyes dark with promise. "Consider yourself special."


Kian's Private Playground