Irrevocably Yours Series by Stephie Rose

Never mix business with pleasure—especially when it’s your brother’s ex. She’s an artist—pure fire and untamed chaos, drowning in debt and desperation. I’m control and rules, with no room for mistakes—until she makes me want to break every one of them. When Marina storms back into my life, determined and defiant, I see the perfect solution to both our problems—a year-long marriage contract. She gets the lifeline she needs, and I get the fiancée to protect my empire and silence the doubters... moreNever mix business with pleasure—especially when it’s your brother’s ex. She’s an artist—pure fire and untamed chaos, drowning in debt and desperation. I’m control and rules, with no room for mistakes—until she makes me want to break every one of them. When Marina storms back into my life, determined and defiant, I see the perfect solution to both our problems—a year-long marriage contract. She gets the lifeline she needs, and I get the fiancée to protect my empire and silence the doubters. It was supposed to be strictly business—no emotions, no risks. But the fire between us blazes out of control, and keeping my hands off her becomes the one rule I can’t follow. Just as the lines between real and pretend start to blur, my brother strikes, a headline explodes into scandal, and one unexpected twist changes everything—a baby we never saw coming. Now, breaking my own rules isn’t just a mistake—it’s a gamble that could cost me everything. My empire, my heart, and the one woman I swore I’d never fall for. less

Finding my fiancé with another woman wasn't in the society wedding playbook. Neither was escaping in a billionaire's helicopter. .. or melting for his touch and carrying his twins. My parents arranged the perfect merger marriage. Too bad I found their chosen groom with his secretary. Enter Rowan Sinclair – Manhattan's most eligible silver fox CEO, who offered me freedom in his helicopter and safety in his penthouse... moreFinding my fiancé with another woman wasn't in the society wedding playbook. Neither was escaping in a billionaire's helicopter. .. or melting for his touch and carrying his twins. My parents arranged the perfect merger marriage. Too bad I found their chosen groom with his secretary. Enter Rowan Sinclair – Manhattan's most eligible silver fox CEO, who offered me freedom in his helicopter and safety in his penthouse. One look at how this ruthless billionaire melts around his daughter, and I'm lost. His heated glances set my skin on fire. His protective touch makes me forget my own name. His tender kisses promise everything I was never supposed to want. But my family's ultimatum is return to their chosen groom, or they'll destroy the man I actually love. Just one tiny complication they didn't count on? I'm carrying the next heirs to both our empires. Now, it's not just my heart at stake – it's the legacy growing inside me. less

Eight years of resisting temptation. One Silver Fox CMO. Now turbulence is about to change everything. I've perfected the art of keeping my distance from Cameron Sinclair. Sure, he's Manhattan's most devastating CMO—the man who makes boardrooms and bedrooms surrender with a single look. And yes, those knowing smiles and rolled-up sleeves star in my midnight fantasies. But rules are rules. And "don't fall for your strategic partner" was at the top of my list... moreEight years of resisting temptation. One Silver Fox CMO. Now turbulence is about to change everything. I've perfected the art of keeping my distance from Cameron Sinclair. Sure, he's Manhattan's most devastating CMO—the man who makes boardrooms and bedrooms surrender with a single look. And yes, those knowing smiles and rolled-up sleeves star in my midnight fantasies. But rules are rules. And "don't fall for your strategic partner" was at the top of my list. Until turbulence throws me into his lap at thirty thousand feet. Now we're trapped in a Nashville hotel suite while tornados tear the city apart. His heated looks are melting my control. His gentle touches are destroying my resistance. He says he's been holding back for eight years. He says professional distance was never our destiny. He says he's done watching me run. But as our passion ignites, tabloid scandals threaten everything we've built, and our future together begins to crumble. Falling for Cameron Sinclair isn't just breaking rules anymore—it's risking my entire heart. less

She fixes pools. I own hotels. She thinks she can disappear—she's wrong. Riley Hayes shows up with attitude, work boots, and zero tolerance for my arrogance. She calls me out, challenges everything, and makes my perfectly ordered world feel empty without her. I tell myself it's just attraction. That I can ignore the fire in her eyes, how she makes me crave more than just her defiant mouth under mine. When Hurricane Marcus traps us together, control snaps. One kiss ignites everything... moreShe fixes pools. I own hotels. She thinks she can disappear—she's wrong. Riley Hayes shows up with attitude, work boots, and zero tolerance for my arrogance. She calls me out, challenges everything, and makes my perfectly ordered world feel empty without her. I tell myself it's just attraction. That I can ignore the fire in her eyes, how she makes me crave more than just her defiant mouth under mine. When Hurricane Marcus traps us together, control snaps. One kiss ignites everything. One night claiming her completely, and she owns my soul. She thinks my world won't accept a girl from a trailer park. I'll destroy anyone who makes her feel small—including my own board. Then two pink lines change everything. She vanishes with our baby, thinking distance will protect us both. My foundation thinks they've won. They don't know what I'm capable of. I didn't build an empire by accepting defeat. She can run. I'll hunt. I'll find her. I'll make her mine—again. less

He's standing thirty feet away and already pulling all the oxygen from the room. Sell-your-soul-for-one-night devastating. Silver at the temples. Steel in his eyes. A jaw with a scar I want to trace with my tongue. My thighs clench before I even know his name. Rhys Thornton watches me like he's already decided how this ends. Like I'm the only person in the room worth his attention. I rescue dogs. I clean up my father's messes. I fix broken things. I didn't expect him to be one of them... moreHe's standing thirty feet away and already pulling all the oxygen from the room. Sell-your-soul-for-one-night devastating. Silver at the temples. Steel in his eyes. A jaw with a scar I want to trace with my tongue. My thighs clench before I even know his name. Rhys Thornton watches me like he's already decided how this ends. Like I'm the only person in the room worth his attention. I rescue dogs. I clean up my father's messes. I fix broken things. I didn't expect him to be one of them. He offers a fake engagement. I tell myself it's business. Then he touches me like I'm the first real thing he's wanted in years. He says my name like he's tasting it. Looks at me like I'm ruining twenty years of planning. I stop pretending this is business. I stop pretending I don't want him. But he knows too much. Wants me too fast. And something behind those steel eyes tells me this was never supposed to be real. It is now. And that might destroy us both. less

Bodyguard. Billionaire. I don't do feelings. Until her. Ex-Delta Force. CIA. I've killed enough people to be very good at keeping others alive. Twelve years ago the last woman I let in died because of me. I don't make that mistake again. Then she opens the door at 2am—blonde hair messy, bare feet, ratty robe—and refuses to run. Stubborn. Reckless. A journalist who wrote the story no one else would touch. Now a cartel wants her dead. Seventy-two hours. Maybe less. She should be afraid of me... moreBodyguard. Billionaire. I don't do feelings. Until her. Ex-Delta Force. CIA. I've killed enough people to be very good at keeping others alive. Twelve years ago the last woman I let in died because of me. I don't make that mistake again. Then she opens the door at 2am—blonde hair messy, bare feet, ratty robe—and refuses to run. Stubborn. Reckless. A journalist who wrote the story no one else would touch. Now a cartel wants her dead. Seventy-two hours. Maybe less. She should be afraid of me. She's not. I don't give her a choice. My safe house. One roof. No way out. She doesn't ask permission. Just walks through my walls like they were never there. When I teach her to fight, I tell myself the contact is necessary. Hands on her hips. Her back against my chest. I'm lying. I kiss her like I've been starving. She kisses me back like she's not afraid of what I am. I tell myself I'll ruin her. She tells me it's too late. She's right. I take her like she's mine. Because she is. But here's what keeps me up at night. When everything goes sideways, I know she'll trade her life for mine. And that's the one thing I can't protect her from. less