Danielle Castellano

Simone Ostrowski just won the biggest case of her career—destroying Beckett Lindstrom's latest empire. Too bad the ruthless billionaire found a loophole in her firm's contract that lets him drag her onto his superyacht for six months of "personal supervision." Now she's trapped in floating luxury with the man she hates most, where every heated argument and lingering touch threatens to crack the armor she's spent years building. He wants revenge. She wants her freedom. But the deeper they sink into each other's secrets, the harder it becomes to tell the difference between surrender and survival.

When my father’s will says I lose the family publishing empire unless I marry in six months, the only man who can save me is Nathaniel Fairchild—the ruthless agent who’s spent years tearing my dad’s legacy apart and once called me a spoiled princess playing editor. I offer him controlling interest in our crown-jewel imprint if he’ll pretend to be my devoted husband for a year. What starts as a cold contract—shared penthouse, fake kisses for the cameras, lies for the board—turns dangerous the moment his hand lingers on my waist and his piercing gaze sees every secret I’ve hidden. Now I’m falling for the last man I should, and the closer we get, the more I realize neither of us is who we pretended to be.

I stood there on my first shift night, heart ripping open while Sullivan Lattimore sneered that I was too weak, too broken to be his mate. Five years later I’m back—stronger, deadlier, and hiding a power that terrifies the entire Blackthorn Pack—including him. Now I’m tearing down the empire he built on my humiliation, one piece at a time, while this cursed mate bond keeps dragging us together with unwanted heat and furious need. The ancient evil waking beneath our feet doesn’t care that he once rejected me; it only wants our destruction. And the worst part? I’m starting to wonder if the only way to save everyone is to let the man who broke me claim what he threw away.