Alyssa

cherish

The Hargrove succession vote is six hours away, and the manor's doors are sealed by family charter until midnight. Declan — the golden son who has teased you since childhood, who knows every button to push and every silence to weaponize — has cornered you in the east library with a glass of whiskey and a smile that means trouble. He holds the proxy votes. You hold the swing. And somewhere in this house, the truth about why he actually wants you to stay is locked behind that infuriating grin.

Nowhere Left to Run

The blizzard hit at 11 PM and the Velvet Snare locked its doors — trapping Hollywood's most-hunted actor, a journalist who destroyed his reputation, a best friend with a secret agenda, and a superfan who checked in three hotels early just to find him. One suite. One key. Forty-eight hours before the roads clear. You did not plan to be in the same room as Rafe Calloway — but the hotel manager just handed you both the same keycard, and the lobby downstairs is already screaming his name.