Novels by Ellie Wynters

The SUV cruised smoothly down the highway, the late morning sun casting warm streaks of light across the seats.Roman kept one hand on the wheel, the other curled around Blair’s fingers resting on the center console. Keira and Sutton sat in the back, the latter scrolling through her phone while Keira hummed along to whatever pop track was playing softly through the speakers.She was so glad that her sisters liked Roman. It made everything so much easier. She wasn’t looking forward to today, but with Roman and her sisters by her side, she would get through it. But when this was over, she wouldn’t be helping her aunt and uncle out anymore. They could only take gratitude so far, and she was all out. After the way they had treated Sutton when she had come home pregnant, but their total acceptance of Laura’s pregnancy and the fact that they had said Laura couldn’t help falling in love with Blair’s fiancé... The lies people told themselves to make it okay. Her cousin was a slut.Blair glan

Blair stood in front of the vanity mirror, the soft hum of activity echoing faintly from downstairs as preparations for their departure continued. She adjusted her earring, watching her reflection with a mix of dread and determination. The engagement party was being held today. Dan and Laura’s. And somehow, she had to get through it with her head held high.Behind her, Roman moved about the room, buttoning the crisp white shirt that clung to his chest and arms in all the ways that made her thoughts stray from anything remotely appropriate for public.Blair bit her lip as her eyes lingered on him. He was effortlessly gorgeous, confident, powerful, every inch of him a distraction she didn’t need right now. But God, did she want him? Since the accident, since the moment Ethan had pulled her out of the way of that falling concrete, they hadn’t touched each other sexually. The mild concussion had taken precedence, and Roman hadn’t pushed. He had been gentle. Thoughtful. Patient.But this m

Roman sat behind his desk at the office, the light coming in from the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him cast him in shadow to anyone entering the office. His phone was on silent, though his gaze kept flicking toward it every few minutes. He’d told himself that leaving Blair with his family was the smart move. Eleanor and Rose were both fiercely capable, but it didn’t make being away from her any easier. He was constantly worrying about her.He should be focused. Peters had sent over a folder of updates that morning, and Roman had already skimmed the contents twice. No obvious threats. No strange activity flagged with her family. No signs of who might be targeting Blair. And yet, the pit in his stomach hadn’t gone away. So who the hell was doing this?He scrubbed a hand over his face, frustrated. Whoever was behind this was careful. Too careful.A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts. Kara poked her head in. “Roman? The catering team confirmed they have arrived at the estat

Blair barely had time to prepare herself before Roman’s mother, Eleanor, enveloped her in a warm embrace the moment she got within reaching distance. The embrace was warm and welcoming, and it surprised the hell out of Blair.“Blair, darling,” Eleanor said as she pulled back, keeping Blair’s hands in hers as she scanned her over with a keen eye. “It’s so good to finally meet you face to face, though I wish it were under better circumstances.” Curving an arm behind Blair’s back.Before Blair could respond, James Kingston stepped forward, his presence just as commanding as his son’s, though far less intimidating. “You gave us all quite the scare,” he said, his sharp gaze flickering to Roman. “I assume you’re handling this situation.”Roman gave a curt nod. “It’s being handled.”James sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “I trust you are taking every precaution? This wasn’t just a random accident, not after it happening twice within twenty-four hours.”“I know that,” Roman said tightly.

Blair exhaled in relief as she stepped outside the hospital doors, the cool breeze brushing against her skin. Roman was beside her, his hand resting possessively on the small of her back, guiding her toward the waiting car. She was exhausted, her body still sore, but at least she was going home. It amazed her really that she was so tired. She had slept, but she was still tired. But during the time it had taken the nurses to come around with the paperwork for her to sign, all she had done was think. About why someone would want to kill her? And who had so much hatred toward her that they would go to such extremes?Ethan opened the back door of the sleek black SUV, nodding to Roman before stepping back into position. Roman helped her inside, making sure she was settled before joining her. As soon as the door shut, sealing them inside the quiet comfort of the car, she leaned her head back against the seat with a sigh.“God, I hate the smell of hospitals,” she murmured.Roman smirked, re

Seeing Sutton standing here waiting for him hadn’t surprised him. If it had been his sister Rose, he would be demanding answers as well. He had expected this conversation. He exhaled slowly, bracing himself.“What is it?” he asked, keeping his voice even.Sutton studied him for a moment before speaking. “I need to know something, and I need you to be honest with me, Roman. Is there any reason, any at all, that Blair would be in danger because of you?”Roman’s jaw tightened. “No. Well... I’m not one hundred percent sure, but it wouldn’t be business. Everything I do within business is legitimate. I have my men on it. They will not leave one stone unturned, and neither will I, Sutton. You have my word.”Sutton didn’t back down. “Are you sure you didn’t make an enemy in business? Someone with a grudge? Someone that lost out in a deal? Something from your past? Because I swear to God, if you have knowingly put her in danger—”Roman cut her off, his voice firm but calm. “I would never put B

Grace’s POVBy the time lunch rolled around, I was ready to scream. I hadn’t been able to focus all morning. Hunter had been in and out of his office, and we had hardly spoken. I had timed dropping off his morning coffee well. He had been on a call with the Asia office.Currently, my inbox was full, my schedule stacked, but nothing I did could slow my racing thoughts. Everything about this day felt off, like I was standing on the edge of something I didn’t understand, and the ground was already shifting beneath my feet. Was it just last night or was it everything?I knew now I had made a mistake moving in with them. But seeing Helena with that man... her lover had thrown me off balance. My need to tell Hunter to show him that Helena didn’t deserve the pedestal he had put her on conflicted with my need to protect him.My morning was focused not on work but on my problems and how the hell I was going to get myself out of the shit pile I had landed myself in.So, when Quinn texted me tha

Grace’s POVThe doors slid open, and I stepped in first, ignoring the sound of his footsteps behind me, ignoring the way my body immediately locked up, tense and too aware. How was I going to cope with living and working with him? How was I supposed to pretend like everything was normal when everything inside me felt like it had changed overnight?I kept my eyes forward, watching the numbers light up one by one, pretending like each floor might be the one that set me free. But the air in the lift grew heavier, thick with something I didn’t want to name. I hadn’t even made it past floor three before I heard Hunter shift beside me. Not much. Just enough that his arm brushed mine and my entire body stiffened.“I didn’t mean it,” he said, his voice low.I didn’t look at him. “Mean what?” So very thankful we were in the lift alone.He was quiet for a beat too long. “What I said last night. About bringing you into our home… whatever issue I have, Grace, they’re not because of you. None of t

Grace’s POV I woke up with a sharp gasp, my body trembling, burning hot, my heart slamming against my ribs. My skin felt too tight, like I was going to burst from the heat inside me. I was aching and… wet. The kind of wet that shouldn’t be possible for a virgin.I barely had time to process it before the memory of the dream hit me in flashes. It was dark, raw, dominant. It had involved Hunter. Oh god.But not the composed and unreadable Hunter I saw at work. Not the man who sat across from me at dinner last night. This Hunter had been something else entirely…sexy, demanding and dominant in a way that made my thighs tremble even now.“You’ve been teasing me, sweetheart.” His voice still echoed through my brain, deep and filled with something dark and dangerous.I gasped, pushing off the sheet off, but it didn’t help. I was drenched, my body still pulsing; I understood the reason. I had come in my sleep. I had just woken up from an orgasm. Over him. My sister’s husband. This was so ba

Grace’s POVI couldn’t sleep. I didn’t expect to, not really.After leaving Hunter in the garden, I went straight to my room, shut the door, and tried to breathe. The walls felt too close, the weight of everything pressing in on me.Helena would have left by now, off to wherever she was really going, and Hunter… well, I had no idea what he was doing. I didn’t want to know.But an image of him lying in bed flashed across my mind, his bare chest, the sheets barely covering his hips. I squeezed my eyes shut, heat spreading through me.God.I should have turned on the TV, played some music, done something to distract myself. Instead, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, my mind stuck in an endless loop of everything I wanted to forget.Helena. Her lies. Her ease with deception.Hunter. His quiet, unreadable expression.I tossed the blankets off and got up. No way was I going to just lie here with my thoughts circling like vultures.The house was mostly quiet when I stepped into the hallw

Grace’s POVI already knew tonight would be the first of many I’d come to dread.The air around the dining table was thick, mostly with my own tension. My stomach was in knots, my appetite nonexistent, but I still sat there, pushing food around my plate like I wasn’t coming apart inside.I wasn’t even sure what I had planned to say to Hunter in the study before dinner when I called his name. It wasn’t like I could tell him what I saw. Helena would deny everything, and I had no proof. I should have taken a damn photo.Across from me, Helena swirled her wine lazily, completely at ease, like nothing in the world could touch her. She was lost in her own world, laughing softly at some story only she found interesting. It cut through the silence smooth, perfect, like her. But she wasn’t perfect. She was a cheater.I wanted to punch her.How could she be so careless? She had everything, a husband who would do anything for her, a life most people could only dream about. And still, she was thr

Grace’s POV The moment I stepped into the house, I felt it—a shift in the air, a quiet hum of tension vibrating beneath the surface. The weight of my decision settled heavily in my chest. I had agreed to move in.I told myself it was for the baby. I told myself it was logical. But deep down, I knew the truth. I was here because I couldn’t tell Hunter what I had seen today—that I had seen Helena with another man. Because I couldn’t be the one to break him. Hunter loved Helena.I would have sworn there was no way Hunter would marry so soon after his breakup with his long-term fiancée, Emma Mckay. But he had proven me wrong. He had seen Helena, and within months, they were married. Trying for a family almost straight away. The family I had always wanted.And now, I was trapped in the world I had spent years trying to escape. Stuck in the house with the man I loved and couldn’t have.Helena swept in behind me, her high heels clicking against the marble floors, her voice smooth and please