In the sultry streets of New Orleans, where jazz hums through the night and shadows conceal deadly secrets…

The Quadroon Ball is a gateway to power—and peril.

When Clara Duval receives an invitation to this elusive gathering, she is thrust into a world of forbidden desire, treacherous alliances, and dangerous deception.

Haunted by her father’s mysterious disappearance, Clara must navigate a labyrinth of lies to uncover the truth. James Harrington, a journalist chasing justice, hides ambitions as perilous as his secrets.

André Rousseau, a charming smuggler, offers his protection, but his allure masks a darker agenda.

In a city where shadows dance to the rhythm of jazz, Clara must tread carefully in a world of suspicion and intrigue—where loyalty is fleeting and survival is never guaranteed.

They say every rose has its thorn, but in New Orleans, the thorns are deadly.

Suspenseful, romantic, and steeped in the rich mystique of New Orleans, Roses Are Red is a gripping tale of forbidden love, deadly conspiracies, and the fight to preserve history—no matter the cost.

Rugged. Tattooed. The town's notorious wild card returns.

Evan Chase is back, and I'm trouble in a small package, scribbling my life away in solitude. I have no time for bad boys with good hearts.

An abandoned barn brings us together, hard walls masking soft souls. My canvas. His refuge. We fuel a fiery collision of pasts in hiding. Sparks fly, kindling a flame neither of us can extinguish.

As we strip back layers and past regrets, art becomes our lifeline, love our unexpected masterpiece. But old wounds linger, shadows waiting to catch up. Will our budding canvas unravel? Or will we paint a future we both never saw coming? Destination unknown.

"In the heart of the storm, a rebel and a dreamer find a love that will never let go."

Landon

I’ve always thrived on breaking the rules—living for the thrill of the deal, the chase of rare treasures, and the art of negotiation. As one of the most notorious art dealers in the business, I don’t just sell masterpieces—I control the market, bending it to my will.

Then Claire came crashing into my life like an unframed masterpiece. The quiet librarian with fire in her eyes and a wit sharper than any collector’s bid. She’s everything I’m not—steady, deliberate, bound by rules.

Fate forced us together, two opposites locked in a battle of wills. Her calm against my chaos. Her secrets running deeper than any forgery I’ve ever uncovered. But with every clash, I feel my carefully constructed world start to shift.

Claire isn’t just a challenge—she’s a rebellion against everything I thought I wanted. Her quiet defiance makes me want to break every rule I’ve ever followed, even the ones I swore I’d never cross.

But some truths can’t be hidden forever, and secrets have a way of ruining even the most valuable connections. Can a rebel like me find something real in a woman who’s afraid to let anyone in?

You might ask, What do you get when such opposites attract? My answer? "The Rebel Effect."

Ivy

I’ve always found solace in the pages of a good book.

At the women’s shelter where I volunteer, I prefer the quiet corners and the comfort of helping others heal.

My heart is guarded, carefully stitched together after years of feeling unseen and overlooked.

But then he walks in.

Tall, brooding, and impossibly quiet, Kaleb Harrington is nothing like anyone I’ve ever met.

He’s here for reasons I can’t begin to guess, and yet something about him pulls me in.

His steady presence unnerves me, but it also makes me want to stay.

And I’m not sure I know how to handle that.

Kaleb

I didn’t come to the shelter to meet someone like Ivy Sinclair.

I came here to make amends, to try to fix something—anything—after failing the one person who needed me most.

My sister has been in a coma for years, and the guilt of not being there for her that night eats me alive.

Ivy shouldn’t want anything to do with me.

She’s soft-spoken, thoughtful, and far too good for a man like me.

But the more I see her, the harder it is to walk away.

She has a way of making me feel things I thought I’d buried a long time ago.

And that scares the hell out of me.

In the quiet corners of the shelter, our worlds collide.

We’re both carrying wounds that run deep, but maybe together, we can find a way to heal.

If only I can find the courage to let her in.

And if she can see past the walls I’ve built to the man I’m trying to become.