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

Kian Vance is an enigma wrapped in a mystery, sealed with a lock that I don't have the key to. The man drives me crazy in every possible way—both good and frustrating.


For the past week, I've been trying to get him to talk about his past, specifically about who Clara is. Every time I mention her name, he either changes the subject or distracts me with his body. And God help me, the distraction works every time.


"Kian, we need to—" My words dissolve into a moan as his lips trail down my neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against my sensitive skin.


"Need to what?" he murmurs against my collarbone, his hands sliding beneath my t-shirt. 


We're spending the weekend at his penthouse, and it's Sunday morning. We've barely left the bed except for necessities.


I try again. "We need to talk about—"


His mouth captures mine in a deep kiss that makes my toes curl. When he pulls back, his dark eyes glitter with satisfaction at my dazed expression.


What's Mine Is Yours