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

The door slams behind Zara, leaving a heavy silence punctuated only by my ragged breathing. I can still feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins, making my hands tremble.


"She forgot her keys," Kian says casually, picking up a set of car keys from the coffee table amidst the debris of broken glass and spilled champagne.


I stare at him in disbelief. "That's what you're focusing on right now? Her keys?"


He shrugs, pocketing them. "She'll figure it out."


I look around at the destruction—the bloodstains on the carpet, the shattered champagne glasses, the aftermath of my uncharacteristic violence. A wave of shame washes over me.


"I've never done anything like that before," I whisper.


Kian's eyes find mine, dark and intense. "Everyone has a breaking point, Aurora. You just found yours."


"And you enjoyed watching it," I say, my voice carrying an edge of accusation.


"Yes." No apology, no qualification. Just a simple admission that sends a shiver down my spine.


A Wicked Proposition