Twenty-two-year-old Ken is a community college dropout living in a 12-square-meter Tokyo apartment with no working stove. A lawyer in a thousand-dollar suit knocks on his door and informs him his estranged grandmother - whom he last saw at age four - has died and left him controlling stake in the country's oldest confectionery empire. The catch: a 1923 trust clause requires the heir to marry into one of the four founding rival families within ninety days or the entire holding dissolves

Mira wakes up in a bed she has never seen, wearing a wedding dress she did not choose, married to the High King of the Winter Court. He is taller than any man has a right to be, eyes the color of a frozen river, and absolutely furious that the bride contract has bound him to a mortal he has never met. He was promised someone else. Mira went to sleep in her apartment in Brooklyn. By Fae law she cannot leave the court until the moon turns. By Fae law he cannot harm her either, though he very clear

1881, the Texas-Mexico border. Sister Inéz watched cattle barons burn her mission and her family. She left the habit, kept the rosary, and bought a Colt. Now she's working her way north through the men who ordered it, one prayer per body as she reaches the man responsible. An ultraviolent revenge western about faith collapsing into vengeance and back into something colder than either.

LADY GOLD COIN – THE BLUE KINGDOM The Blue Kingdom wanted transformation. What it got was Lady Gold Coin. Fresh from the collapse of her previous kingdom, she arrives carrying a vision, a reorganization chart, and a contact list suspiciously full of familiar names. Executives see a seasoned leader. Employees see an incoming weather system. Her first lesson is simple: "The first victory is convincing people the change was their idea." Soon, the old IT leadership finds itself attending surprise meetings with HR. Security gains a new director. Infrastructure gains a new strategy. Development gains a consultant whose primary deliverable appears to be invoices. Like a ranch owner claiming new territory, Lady Gold Coin fences off Security, Infrastructure, and Development, filling each pasture with loyal hands who understand the importance of alignment, discretion, and never asking why the same vendors keep winning. Server vendors arrive. Network vendors arrive. Integration vendors arrive. Coincidentally, they all seem to know where the executive dining room is located. As dashboards glow green and executives celebrate "momentum," engineers quietly notice that the engine appears to be melting underneath. Fortunately, nobody is looking under the hood. Why would they? The paint job is magnificent. In a kingdom where PowerPoint slides are mistaken for strategy, procurement is mistaken for innovation, and consultants reproduce faster than rabbits on a Montana ranch, Lady Gold Coin masters the oldest trick in corporate politics: Make everyone applaud the solution before they understand the problem. But every kingdom leaves tracks. Every contract leaves signatures. Every transformation leaves clues. And somewhere deep inside the Blue Kingdom, a compliance officer opens a thin folder and discovers that coincidence is becoming increasingly organized. A darkly funny corporate saga about power, loyalty, and executive flair Because every kingdom loves a leader

Iris Lee is the NYPD Major Cases division's consultant on art-related crime. She has a PhD in art history she barely references, a desk at One Police Plaza she rarely sits at, and a business card that mostly opens doors at galleries, auction houses, and the back rooms of museums after closing. Each issue is a new case in the city's vast and very strange art world. A Basquiat surfaces at a flea market that has no business holding it. A Madison Avenue gallerist is murdered the night before her big

The kingdom's most feared sorceress hires an idealistic knight to protect her from the countless heroes trying to kill her, forcing sworn enemies to slowly fall in love while questioning who's really the villain.

A romance-novel editor dies at her desk and wakes inside the worst manuscript she ever rejected, cast as the villainess slated for execution in the final chapter. She is the only one alive who has read the whole book, so she weaponizes its plot holes against her own scripted doom. But every time she derails the story, the narrative drags her back toward the gallows. Her only escape is to rewrite the ending into something genuinely good before the last page, and the one variable she cannot predict is the second male lead the author abandoned half-written. CHARACTERS SHOULD BE EXTREMELY ATTRACTIVE.

1893, a storm-bitten lighthouse off the Cornish coast. New keeper Margery — sent away from London for "unsuitable affection", finds the previous keeper drowned and the light still burning. The witch who lives in the sea below the rocks has been waiting two hundred years for a bride who'll keep the lamp lit. A gothic sapphic romance about exile, devotion, and the geometry of saltwater love.

A crew of teenage thieves doesn't pick locks, they pick dreams. By ingesting a specific elixir, they walk into the sleepscapes of the wealthy and extract passwords, secrets, and memories. But during a routine heist on a corrupt politician, the crew accidentally steals a nightmare that follows them back into the waking world.

A professional matchmaker has an incredible success rate......except with herself.Every client teaches her something about love while she unknowingly falls for the investigative journalist trying to expose her business.

A struggling actor gets hired through a secret app where wealthy women pay men to play "the perfect boyfriend" for weddings, reunions, holidays, office parties, and family dinners. One client keeps requesting him—not because she's falling for him, but because she's hiding something much bigger.

Saltwater Gods. A retired oceanographer in coastal Maine realizes the deep-sea creatures she catalogued in the 1970s are surfacing again, because something older is waking up beneath them. Make this a nautical theme.