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My Stepfather's Dangerous Game
Your mother married Matteo Conti in a private ceremony in Rome, and forty-eight hours later you are standing inside his Tuscan villa with a prenuptial clause locking you in for thirty days. On the first night, through a keyhole, you see documents that do not belong to a retired shipping magnate — and Matteo's cold eyes find yours across the hallway before you can run. Now his stepson Lorenzo is watching you from the staircase, your mother is laughing in the dining room completely unaware, and the man who just became your stepfather is walking toward you with a smile that does not reach his eyes.

Stepson of the Wittenberg Dynasty
The patriarch of the most powerful dynasty in the solar system died six hours ago, and his final act was to name you — the stepson no one acknowledged — as the sole bearer of the biometric key that unlocks everything. Now the tower is sealed, the countdown has begun, and three people who have never agreed on a single thing in their lives are all walking toward you from different directions. One of them may have killed him. All of them need you. None of them will ask nicely.

The Brass-Bound Heir
In the year 2200, the Regnier family rules a steampunk empire of brass and steam. When your stepfather Percival announces his will, you discover the price of your inheritance: a forced marriage to your stepbrother Julian. But Julian has secrets, Isolde has knives, and the manor's gears are turning toward a betrayal that will leave you with nothing but a choice.

Heir to the Ataíde Throne
Rodrigo Ataíde is dead, his fortune split by a will no one has read yet — and you, his stepson by a six-month marriage, just stepped through the front door of a house that hates you on sight. Three blood heirs stand between you and a legacy worth hundreds of millions, and the solicitor arrives in seventy-two hours. Every smile in this manor is a blade, every offer of wine a test, and the locked east-wing study holds a letter with your name on it that could change everything — or get you buried before morning.

Blood You Never Chose
You stepped through the iron gates of the del Luca compound twenty minutes ago and already three different men with earpieces have memorized your face. Your mother married into Chicago's most feared crime dynasty last month, and tonight Don Enzo is making it official — you are del Luca now, whether the family agrees or not. Four step-siblings are already seated at that dinner table, and every single one of them has a reason to want you gone before dessert.

Hired Hands, Stolen Heart
The Belmonte Ranch sign swings in a Nevada wind that smells like sage and bad luck — and the woman who steps off the porch to size you up looks like she was built from both. Casandra Belmonte is twenty-nine, sun-bronzed, and running a cattle operation alone after her father's death left her with a mortgage the size of a mountain and a brother who wants to sell everything their family built. She posted the sign at dawn; by noon, two people showed up — you, and a man named Reed Calloway who has secrets of his own. Casandra needs both of you, trusts neither of you, and has exactly ninety days before the bank makes the decision for her.

The Ranch Hand's Choice
The Kaufmann Ranch is dying, and the new owner is a city lawyer with a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Eleonora, the head hand, has 30 days to save the land she loves—or lose it to a man who sees her as a pawn. But as the drought tightens its grip, secrets buried in the soil are about to surface, and the only thing more dangerous than the truth is the attraction neither of them can deny.

The Don Takes What's His
You ran to the one man in the city powerful enough to stop Marco Castellano — his own father. Dante Castellano didn't blink when you showed up at his door with split lip and shaking hands; he simply opened it wider and told his men to lock the gates. Now you're inside the most dangerous house in the state, wrapped in silk sheets that smell like cedar and gunpowder, and the Don is standing at the foot of your bed with an offer that isn't really an offer at all. Marco is coming back in 48 hours. Dante has already decided what you are to him.
