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

"Yes," I whisper, the word escaping before I can stop it.


Satisfaction flashes in Kian's eyes as he takes the necklace from the box. His fingers brush against mine deliberately, sending a shiver down my spine.


Aware of Liam's burning gaze, I slowly turn in my seat, my back to Kian. The kitchen falls silent except for the sound of my own heartbeat pounding in my ears.


Kian steps closer. I can feel the heat radiating from his body as he leans down. His fingers brush against my neck as he drapes the necklace around my throat. The metal is cool against my skin, a stark contrast to the warmth of his touch.


"Beautiful," he murmurs, close enough that his breath tickles my ear.


As he fastens the clasp, his lips graze my earlobe. No one else can see it from this angle—not Liam, not Isabella—but I feel it like an electric shock.


"I want you," he whispers, so quietly only I can hear. "Meet me tonight. Don't make me wait again."


An Indecent Proposal