She ran because she wanted him to chase.In the mist-veiled ridges of the Scottish Highlands, Moira holds fast to her ancestral lands and the solitude that keeps her secrets safe. But Calum tracks her through the glens with the patience of something that does not need to hurry. Every time she slips his grasp, he learns her better. Every time she doubles back to taunt him, she finds the terrain marked in ways that make her pulse trip.Their families have warred for generations...

She came to the cabin to escape the family name, not to inherit something else entirely. But the man waiting among the pines has no patience for the walls she has spent years constructing. He is rough with his hands, hungrier than anyone has ever been for the parts of herself she keeps locked away, and from the first night he takes her on the cabin floor she understands that surrender will not be simple or clean.The breeding is what she needs to secure what is hers. He makes it som...

She married the right man, the safe man, the man who made her sign away her womb along with her name. But nobody warned her what happens when a woman is told she cannot have something her body was made for.He was supposed to be nothing. A contractor fixing the guest house, sweat on his shoulders, rough hands that did not ask permission. The first time he caught her watching, she did not look away. The first time he touched her, she did not pretend to mistake his meaning. He wanted ...

She finds the spring by luck or exhaustion, her mouth dry as sand, and him already there watching. The guardian of this water does not offer help. He studies her the way men do when they have not seen a woman in months, his hands still dirty from digging irrigation trenches, his eyes cataloging what she has and what he wants. She has killed for less. She has killed for water alone. Yet something stalls her knife hand. Perhaps the way he stands between her and the spring without raising a w...

She needs the money too badly to say no.When a ruthless billionaire offers her a way out of financial ruin, the price is simple: her body, his rules, and nine months of carrying his child. She tells herself it is just a contract. Just numbers on paper. Just his seed and her surrender, nothing more.He has other plans.From the first night in his penthouse, she learns what he wants is not compliance. He wants her broken open. He wants the sounds she makes when she forg...

She has spent years being the good sister, the one who never rocks the boat, never takes what is not hers. But living under the same roof as her brother's best friend has worn her down to nothing but want. He is everywhere - in the kitchen at dawn, in the hallway after midnight, his eyes finding hers with a knowledge that makes her ache. She tells herself it is safer to want from a distance. She tells herself until the night he finally stops pretending he has not noticed.He has wan...

She never wanted this marriage, but from the first night he locks the bedroom door, she learns what it means to be truly taken. He needs an heir, and he has chosen her body to get one. Every rough hand on her hip, every hot whisper of what he is going to do to her, every thick inch stretching her open and spilling deep where it counts, strips away another layer of the good girl she used to be. She tells herself she is only submitting to the terms of the contract. Her trembling knees and so...

She has spent years in that manor, alone with her emptiness, her body untouched, her womb unclaimed. The fog rolls through the estate like a living thing, and she moves through it like a ghost of her own making, mistress of nothing but her restlessness.Then he arrives.The estate's new man does not knock. He does not ask. His hands bear the roughness of real work, and his eyes strip her bare before a single garment falls. He knows what she is—starved, waiting, furious with n...

She thought the will would be simple signatures and lawyers. Instead it demands she carry an heir, and the only man who can give her one is the one she's spent years hating.Grayson Harrow has managed her family's estate since she left for college, and every terse email between them crackled with something neither would name. Now the fog has them trapped together in the main house for the fertile window the lawyers specified in clinical detail, and she has thirty days to submit to h...

She came to his estate needing a job, a roof, something steady for once in her life. What she found was a man who looked at her like he already knew how she would sound when he finally broke her patience.He never hid what he wanted. The interview lasted ten minutes before his hand closed around her wrist and he told her exactly which room would be hers, and exactly which bed he would be using once the staff slept. The salary was generous. The nondisclosure agreement was specific. T...

She has tried everything to conceive, and the mountain estate is her last hope, shrouded in fog and secrecy, staffed by men who know exactly how to give women what they need. The protector assigned to her does not ask permission. He watches her with heavy-lidded eyes, waiting for the moment she stops pretending she came only for the child.Their first night, he does not explain the rules. He shows her. His hands span her waist and press her open, his mouth at her throat while he wor...

She came for the land, not for him. The paperwork was supposed to be simple: inspect the property, contest the will, fly home to her city life. Then she met the man living on it.He does not ask permission. He takes. His hands leave dirt on her skin, his mouth leaves marks, and every time she tries to leave, he gives her another reason to stay just one more hour. She tells herself she hates him. She tells herself she will not spread her legs for a brute who talks with his body inste...