Everhart Adventures Series by Mariyam Hasnain

Madeline:. Two years ago, he worshipped me like fire—hungry, reckless, sacred. Now, our marriage runs on missed calls and unread messages. I still ache for Kabir’s hands, his voice, the way he could make an ordinary night feel like a fever. But love like ours doesn’t fade—it smolders beneath every silence, waiting for one spark to set it ablaze again. Kabir:. She’s my wife. My rival. My obsession. I can’t stop thinking about the taste of her, the way her breath stutters when I touch her... moreMadeline:. Two years ago, he worshipped me like fire—hungry, reckless, sacred. Now, our marriage runs on missed calls and unread messages. I still ache for Kabir’s hands, his voice, the way he could make an ordinary night feel like a fever. But love like ours doesn’t fade—it smolders beneath every silence, waiting for one spark to set it ablaze again. Kabir:. She’s my wife. My rival. My obsession. I can’t stop thinking about the taste of her, the way her breath stutters when I touch her. I swore to fix what we broke… but when she’s near, I want ruin more than repair. Hearts on Fire — a sensual, emotionally charged romance about two people who have everything to lose… except each other. less

Some storms break you. Others teach your heart how to burn again. I came to Maine to rebuild a lighthouse… not my life. But the moment Jamie Everhart looks at me—with that quiet hunger, that impossible gentleness—I feel something I thought was dead ignite again. I’m older, shattered, guarded. He’s sunlight after years of storms. And when his hands brush mine over blueprints, when his breath warms my neck as we work…. I can’t decide what terrifies me more—wanting him, or trusting it... moreSome storms break you. Others teach your heart how to burn again. I came to Maine to rebuild a lighthouse… not my life. But the moment Jamie Everhart looks at me—with that quiet hunger, that impossible gentleness—I feel something I thought was dead ignite again. I’m older, shattered, guarded. He’s sunlight after years of storms. And when his hands brush mine over blueprints, when his breath warms my neck as we work…. I can’t decide what terrifies me more—wanting him, or trusting it. She walked into this project with a spine of steel and eyes full of ghosts… and I’ve been falling since day one. I was supposed to manage a restoration. Not crave the woman restoring me. Every night she sleeps upstairs, every morning she avoids the heat between us—and every instinct in me don’t rush her… but don’t let go. Because some hearts aren’t meant to be tamed. Some are meant to be unbound. Book 4 in the Everhart Series— again, like rest of the books can be read as a full standalone. Because when Jamie’s touch becomes the only place Rhea feels safe… and the only fire she wants to burn in—there’s no going back. Some hearts don’t just fall. They ignite. less

A fake-dating holiday romance that burns hotter than a Christmas fire. I only agreed to be Caleb Everhart’s fake holiday girlfriend to survive Thanksgiving. But the way he looks at me—like he’s imagining my legs around his waist… the way his voice drops when he says my name… the way his thigh accidentally brushes between mine and ruins my sanity—. There’s nothing fake about the fire between us. I should be thinking about my future. Instead, I’m thinking about his hands. His mouth... moreA fake-dating holiday romance that burns hotter than a Christmas fire. I only agreed to be Caleb Everhart’s fake holiday girlfriend to survive Thanksgiving. But the way he looks at me—like he’s imagining my legs around his waist… the way his voice drops when he says my name… the way his thigh accidentally brushes between mine and ruins my sanity—. There’s nothing fake about the fire between us. I should be thinking about my future. Instead, I’m thinking about his hands. His mouth. And the way he whispers don’t stop like he’s the one losing control. She was supposed to be a temporary distraction. Until the night she kissed me under the Christmas lights and every rule I set went up in flames. Now I want her in my bed, in my home, in my future—. But she might leave for India on New Year’s. This holiday, we’re playing pretend…. and falling dangerously in love for real. less