✔ Dark Romance ✔ Enemies to Lovers ✔ Bully Romance ✔ Contemporary
These twelve dark romance novellas pack the heat. Our bestselling authors showcase a variety of contemporary romances featuring bully and enemies-to-lovers themes. There may be triggers, so be warned that these aren’t your average love stories.
Blackmailed by Sam Crescent and Stacey Espino The Seal’s Obsession by Lila Fox A Spark Without Air by D.C. Stone Ignite by Beth D. Carter Tutoring the Beast by Jade Marshall Rage’s Claim by Winter Sloane Pretty Little Deceiver by Lacee Hightower Love/Hate Games by Sofia Aves Confliction by Roe Valentine The Ice Man’s Melt by Lee Ann Sontheimer Murphy Blood Red Rose by Elyzabeth M. VaLey What’s His Problem? by Lily Harlem
Galina is about to marry a monster. A bully. The guy who made most of her high school life miserable.
Mikhail Belsky is the son of the man who rules the Belsky Bratva. He’s a dangerous man, but what he wants, he gets. When it comes to Galina, he will not allow her to marry anyone else. She will belong to him. Gone are the cruel jokes, the mocking laughter, and in its place is a man determined to have her at his side.
Mikhail has never hated Galina. He bullied her because he couldn’t have her. When he learned who Galina was meant to marry, he knew he couldn’t allow her to fall to that fate, so he gave his father an ultimatum.
If his father wanted the Belsky Bratva to flourish, then he’d get Galina, but if his father gave her to someone else, Mikhail would see to it that the Belsky name crumbled.
Galina belongs to him.
Excerpt:
In a shocking twist of events, she and Mikhail were the same age, well, a year apart. She was twenty-one, Mikhail was twenty-two, but she already knew he was considered one of the scariest men around. Rumor had it, he had his first kill at twelve years old. The circumstances surrounding that kill were a little confusing, but even still, she had looked in those eyes while he’d been threatening her, and known. His eyes were those of a killer.
For years this man had bullied her.
They didn’t go to a normal school, but one specifically for members of the Bratva, known as Belsky High. Yep, the school was owned by him, so no matter what he did or said, Mikhail was in charge. Teachers were afraid of him. They had no choice but to go to a private school, because the Belsky Bratva trusted no one. They rarely allowed outsiders in, and if an outsider went to high school with them, they were in for a rough ride.
Mikhail had hated her on sight. She didn’t know if it was because of the way she looked, seeing as she wasn’t a slender blonde, but even at a young age, she’d been … fat. Ugh, she hated that word, even her mother hated that word, and insisted she wasn’t fat, she was curvy.
She heard a lot of people talking, and knew many insisted she was fat.
Mikhail, her future husband, grabbed her hand and locked their fingers together. She had no choice but to follow his lead, as he lifted their raised hands.
The Nikitins and Belskys had always been close. Their fathers were the best of friends, and she had gotten used to Mikhail being around her home quite regularly. Mikhail was friends with her brother Peter, even though there was a five-year age gap, and Peter was the older of the two.
Boris, Mikhail’s father, was suddenly there, nudging them onto the dance floor. This was the last thing she wanted. Her smile was starting to hurt her face.
The music started up, something slow, romantic, which made Mikhail put his arms around her and pull her close. She wanted to cringe.
“I never knew you would look forward to marrying me,” Mikhail said.
There was nothing she could do while they had an audience. Her mother had told her to be very careful with her stance, especially at events like these. There were too many vultures waiting to surface, and she had no choice but to keep a smile on her face and look like the doting, loving, fiancée she’d become.
“I don’t want to marry you. Trust me, this is not for me at all.”
He leaned in close and tutted against her ear. “Come on, Galina, you don’t have to be that way. I always knew back in high school you were tempted by me. You couldn’t resist me.”
“In your dreams.”
“And now your dreams are becoming a reality.”
She wasn’t going to slap him. Her parents would be so pissed with her if she did. Mikhail was doing this on purpose to get a rise out of her.
On the night of their engagement party, her father had told her they were going to a formal event. From the moment they walked through the main doors, it had been one surprise after another.
Galina tried to ignore him, but Mikhail had always been a master at getting under her skin.
“You know what this means?” Mikhail asked.
“What?”
“That I was right when I said one day soon, I was going to fuck you until you begged and screamed for it. I was right.”
After a health scare, Hector Carter needs a vacation. He finds a little house in a relaxing small town. His neighbor, though, is a sexy woman he bullied when he was younger.
Following the success of her social media channel, Verity Hill is offered the opportunity to write her very own cookbook—her dream come true. She signs off from the world and relocates to a cute rental next to a very sexy neighbor she’s determined not to like.
He is no longer a bully.
She can’t keep thinking of him as her bully, and when Hector comes to her with a request to teach him how to cook, she can’t deny him. He can’t get her out of his mind, but there’s no way she should want him. Hector finds out about the cursed houses, and he wonders if he should give in and fall for his neighbor or walk away.
Have the cursed houses struck again? Or has their luck in love finally ran out?
Excerpt:
“I don’t stalk her.”
“You watch her in her garden and it’s all innocent.”
“Screw you,” he said, but he was smiling.
He and Sean could do this. They could scream at each other, but they never allowed it to affect their friendship or the way they ran things. They didn’t allow the past to eat at them.
“Verity and I spent most of our time studying. Every now and again, we’d help each other out. We’d have a few laughs, but other than that, nothing. Why? Does she want more?”
“No. She just wanted me to tell you she said hi, and asked how you were doing.”
“What’s going on, Hector?”
He sighed.
Verity would be around in ten minutes to get set up for dinner. So far, that was all they did together. Cook. He didn’t mind. He was happy for any excuse he could get to spend time with her, but in the process, he wanted things to develop.
Around Verity, he lost his edge.
He knew he was a dick to her back in the day, but that guy was long gone. There was no way he was going to hurt her, in any way.
“I … like her,” Hector said, cringing as he spoke it aloud.
“Right, and that’s a problem?”
“How do you … you know, get a woman to realize that you … like her?”
“You tell them? This is just a guess. Since when is the great Hector Carter afraid of women?”
“I’m not afraid of women. I’m just used to them fawning all over me, and well, Verity doesn’t strike me as the begging kind.” He groaned. “Damn it. You know what, I want you to forget this whole conversation. I’m good. We’re good. I’m taking care of myself. I’m learning to cook, and I’m not under any kind of stress.”
There was a knock at the door, letting him know Verity had arrived.
“I’ve got to go.”
“Wait, Hector—”
He hung up, not wanting to have Sean on the phone while Verity was here. When it came to his neighbor, he was selfish and he wanted her all to himself, and he wasn’t ashamed to admit it.
Opening the door, he saw Verity with Cutie in her arms.
“Cutie wanted to come and say hello.”
He held the dog in his arms, kissing the top of her head. Staring at Verity, he noted the wrap dress she wore. It crossed over her full tits and tied at the back. She always looked sexy in every single item she wore.
So beautiful.
Cutie wriggled in his arms, and he leaned down to put her on the floor.
“Are you ready to cook?” she asked.
In his mind, he pulled her into his arms and kissed her. His cock liked that idea.
This was bad.
“Lead the way.”
He didn’t know what was happening to him, but when it came to Verity, she was really messing with his head. What was worse, she didn’t even know it.
“Did you use the tofu we marinated?” Verity asked.
“No. You told me not to, and I wanted top points off the teach.”
Verity laughed, opening his fridge. He loved how at home she seemed at his place. She hadn’t invited him over to hers, but then, she was teaching him how to cook.
With an apron on, he moved in close beside her, taking a deep inhale.
Vanilla. No matter what she cooked, he always got the scent of vanilla, and she made his mouth water.
With how close he was, Verity kept bumping into him. They had only gotten the ingredients and the few saucepans out, but he just … he didn’t know what came over him, but he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
He had to have her.
“I’m sorry, but I’ve got to do this.” Without any other warning, he cupped her face, tilting her head back, and slammed his lips down on hers.
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