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With a knife in his gut, Rowan figured he was destined to become just another corpse littering the slums of Taureen. So he was fairly surprised to wake up in the back of a moving wagon with a couple of adventurers. Turns out that Rowan had been given something most street rats can only dream of—a second chance.

The night she showed up at my bar with a fake ID, I kicked her out. On her birthday, the following week, she showed up again. Except this time, she was demanding a job and willing to do whatever it took to get it. Against my better judgment, she got her way, but I'm not going to make it easy on her. Neither are the guys at my bar. I have two choices: Pretend she's mine to protect her. Or deal with the consequences when her five older, overprotective brothers find out what their little sister is up to.

We were friends, she and I. Best friends. It was easy, simple, and comfortable; that was our dynamic. We had a system, an understanding, an unspoken arrangement. We were there for each other through thick and thin. We had an unbreakable bond. Nobody understood our friendship. Because a guy and a girl couldn’t just be best friends without emotions getting involved, right? Without noticing, everything shifted, and I was experiencing all these new feelings....

She was my best friend's little sister, which meant she was off limits, but I couldn’t help myself. I never could when it came to her, and in the end, I left town and made something of my myself. Ten years later and I'm one of the richest men in the world. I have everything I ever wanted...except for her.

Having survived his first year at Faebrook, all Rowan wants is to continue adventuring, learn more magic, and perhaps enjoy a nice apple pie every now and then. Instead, he is swept into the political turmoil that seems to follow Morgana everywhere she goes. With assassins lurking in the shadows, dungeon dives growing ever more dangerous, and rumors of dark deeds going unpunished in the Fae homeland, it will take all of Rowan's ability just to survive.

Once upon a time...there was a little girl who believed in fairy tales and happily ever afters. Hoping. Praying. Waiting...for her prince to come. Together they’d conquer the world. Slaying dragons, demons, and villains. Until her Prince Charming let his demons prevail. She cried and begged and prayed. She hated him. She loved him. She couldn’t save him. “I’m sorry.” “I love you.” Those were five words she despised more than anything. Her fairy tale had become her worst nightmare. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She didn’t know love could turn into hate.

Trust. Loyalty. Family. The tangled web of mafia life. We grew up together. Me, Eden, my brother Tristian. He was always the safe bet, the sure thing, the good guy. And me? Well, I was the Casanova, the killer who flirted with anyone and anything, breaking Eden’s heart again and again. We both loved her. Mind. Body. Soul. Until I gifted her to my brother as if she meant nothing, when she meant everything to me. Tristian was safer. Better. Could give her the life I never would be able to. But things changed. We changed.

Living in a world where I was worth more dead than alive was a choice. I was a bad man; I never claimed to be anything else. I've done things I'm not proud of, seen things that can't be unseen. I've caused pain that I can't undo. It was all my choice. Every decision. Every order. Right and wrong never mattered. Until her. She was under my protection, until she became my obsession.

Blackmail isn’t the most romantic way to propose, but with the history between us…I had no choice. Long story short: I broke her heart and pushed her away. Years later we reconnected, and this time she walked away. Neither of us knew she was pregnant. So, when we had a second chance to be a real family, I led her to believe our marriage was fake—that one football season by my side was the only way to prevent another scandal for my career.

Once upon a time...there was a girl with long, golden hair who had the truest, bluest eyes that turned white when she cried. She lived in a kingdom far, far away in a tower made of stone, but her mind was made of glass that she kept sharp as knives. Where her memories hid behind her darkest doubts. Her deepest thoughts. Her diary became the only thing she could rely on. No one saw through her looking glass. No one cared. No one tried. Until the villain presented himself as the hero in her life. He took and took and took some more.

We were together since we were fifteen, and we were supposed to be forever. But sometimes love isn’t enough. I couldn’t let her go without one last night, to remind her that every part of her body and soul still belonged to me - she belonged to me. For better or worse, she’s mine. The day we go before the judge to make it official, I find out…She’s pregnant. All she wanted was a family, all I ever wanted was her. No way in hell, I’m losing them both.

It was complicated, it was also just the beginning. A decision. A simple choice. There is always that one moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road. A different life. It was easier to pretend that we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy. Pretending was better than knowing the truth. I. Ruined. Us. I had her. I lost her. I love her. All I did was complicate us.

What happens when you make a pact with your boys to stay single and never fall in love? Well, you get the Playboy Pact. I was the playmaker. The one with the best moves, the best lines. I was the best at everything - and I mean, everything. There was no woman immune to my charm. To my looks. To my bed-hopping ways. It was supposed to be easy. A quick, fun, mind-blowing night where she screamed out my name in ecstasy. No feelings. No past. No strings attached. But I broke the rules.

From USA Today best-selling author M. Robinson comes a contemporary romance duet filled with all the feels of a epic love story. What do you do when you meet your soulmate at seven years old? You give.... You live.... And you love.... Together. Forever. To have and to hold. Until you hear the words, “I just don’t love you anymore.” Putting an end to me. To you. To us.

A single glance. A fleeting moment. A solitary touch could make everything worth it. This was my breaking point. This was where I lost myself completely. I did the only thing that made sense. The only thing I had left to give. I begged her.... To take me with her.

After two decades of fighting for my country, all it takes to finally bring me to my knees is a woman half my age. She's got herself mixed up with the wrong people: my enemies. Now, the only way to save her life is to pretend we're married. Forcing her to play my twisted little game will make her hate me even more. She'll follow my rules, and I'll take her hate because her love is what could destroy us both.

The only thing I was looking forward to more than marrying my enemy was seeing her pregnant with my baby. But I guess that’s why I’m the bad boy of my family—but she’s always played the good girl. If they only knew the things she begged me to do all those years ago, when I was sneaking in through her bedroom window. Before I left. Before I broke her heart. Before she hated me.

I didn't know darkness and evil lurked inside me until I had to murder to survive, forced to become my own worst enemy. With so much blood on my hands, I was surprised I could still see my own skin. I killed, I tortured, I loved. I played God while I was rotting in a fiery inferno. Thriving on control and power was the only way I knew how to live. There were no other options. If you weren't my friend, you were my foe. If you weren't with me, you were against me - traitors, as I called them. There were no imaginary lines. I'd crossed them all.

From Wall Street Journal and USA Today best-selling Author M. Robinson comes a coming of age, enemies to lovers, contemporary romance filled with angst and all the feels.

You never forget your first love…and I hadn’t. Not her kiss. Not her taste. Not her touch. Every stolen moment we had between us was forbidden. She was off limits, especially to me. I wish I could say I followed my own rules. I didn’t. I couldn’t. I lost her trying to make her mine. Because in the end…she was always my brother’s best friend.