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

I watched as confusion flashed across Aurora's face, quickly replaced by defiance.


"Apologize for what?" she asked, her naked body still pressed against the bathroom wall.


"For the slap. For the lawyer. For thinking you can play games with me and not face consequences." I kept my voice low, controlled. The bulge in my pants throbbed painfully, but I wasn't about to give in so easily.


Her eyes narrowed. "You want me to grovel?"


"That's exactly what I want." I stepped back, creating space between us. "On your knees, princess."


For a moment, I thought she might refuse. Her chin tilted up, that stubborn streak I found so infuriating—and intoxicating—shining through.


Then, slowly, she sank to the cold bathroom tiles. The sight of her naked on her knees sent a jolt of electricity through my body.


"I'm sorry," she said, but her tone lacked genuine remorse.


I clicked my tongue. "Not very convincing."


Aurora's eyes locked with mine. "I'm sorry I slapped you."


Provocative Punishment