Knight Empire Bundle (EBOOKS)

💝 A spicy billionaire romance series based on a family of six brothers and their manipulative father. 💝

The Knight Empire series follows the powerful and fractured Knight dynasty—six billionaire brothers bound by blood, rivalry, and the iron will of their ruthless father.

 Tropes from the first three books:

• Single Dad
• Secret Crush
• Forbidden Romance
• Age Gap
• Marriage of Convenience
• Brazilian Heroine
• Alpha Hero
• Enemies to lovers
• Opposites attract
• Wrong side of the tracks
• Opposites attract
• Slow burn
• Grumpy sunshine
• Forced proximity
• Workplace romance

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “Jett has to be my favorite office romance book this year. I loved the storyline of this book; it was original, page-turning, heartbreaking, and heartwarming, with drama, angst, and spice mixed in.”

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “I was mesmerized when I read Jett and thought it couldn't be topped. Received Dani & Dex's story in the early hrs. of this am and couldn't sleep, so I read. Could not put it down!”

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ “RIO …  a rollercoaster of a read full of manipulation, deceit, heartbreak, and eventual love. The chemistry, heat and emotions shared by Rio and Raque make this a hot and entertaining read.”

ABOUT THIS SERIES

KNIGHT EMPIRE is a new steamy billionaire contemporary romance series based on a family of six brothers and their controlling patriarch.

Here, power, wealth, and family loyalty collide with dangerous passion. Loyalty is bought, hearts are broken, and passion is deadly. The Knights have everything—wealth, power, influence. But in their world, love is a weapon…and a weakness.

This exclusive collection features three full length steamy romances as well as the prequel, THE DARKEST KNIGHT.

Note: The last three books in this series will release in 2026.

💝 THE DARKEST KNIGHT (prequel) 💝

Her biggest heartache? She's been secretly in love with her boss for years...
A hapless personal assistant needs to preserve her sanity, and she can't do that while working for her ruthless billionaire boss.

Jaw-droppingly handsome, Jett Knight relies on Cari for pretty much everything.
If she's not picking up sexy lingerie and expensive designer trinkets for his girlfriends, she's making dinner reservations and travel bookings for him and his lovers.

All while suffering in secret and watching from the sidelines.

This single dad is older and out of her league. Worse, he doesn't even notice her. Not in the way she wishes he would.

💝 JETT  💝

Cari’s done. Three years of running Jett Knight’s life—dodging his moods, cleaning up his messes, and watching him date women who aren’t her—has finally pushed her over the edge. She’s handing in her resignation.

But Jett Knight doesn’t take orders. He gives them. And there’s no way in hell he’s letting Cari go.

He needs her—more than he’ll ever admit. His billion-dollar empire runs smoother when she’s by his side. His five-year-old daughter adores her. And the thought of Cari walking away? Unacceptable.

So he makes her an offer. One she should refuse.

But resisting Jett? That’s never been Cari's strong suit…

💝 DEX 💝

She married him to save her father.
He married her to destroy his.

Billionaire bad boy Dex Knight doesn’t do love, loyalty, or lasting ties. So when his cold, controlling father demands he marry for business, Dex agrees. For one reason only: revenge.

Daniela Oliveira knows marrying a stranger is a risk. But with her family's company not doing so well, she agrees for the sake of her father.

The deal is simple:
One year.
No emotions. No intimacy. No strings.
Just survival.

💝 RIO 💝

He’s everything she despises.
She’s everything he can’t resist.

Raquel Monteiro clawed her way out of a São Paulo favela to become one of the fiercest environmental attorneys in the world. Fearless, brilliant, and unapologetically bold, she takes down greedy corporations with nothing but her wit and fire.

The Knights? She knows their empire of corruption too well. And Rio Knight, charming, flirtatious, dangerously handsome, is the worst of them all.

Or so she tells herself.

From the moment they met, their attraction was combustible. Their banter was foreplay. Their kisses, dangerous.

EBOOKS INCLUDED IN BUNDLE:

💝 The Darkest Knight

💝 Jett

💝 Dex

💝 Rio

* PLEASE NOTE: These are DIGITAL downloads/ebooks, and NOT paperback books.

 READ AN EXCERPT (from Jett)

CARI

 “Cari!” My boss’s voice slices through the air like a whip. I grit my teeth. My fingers pause on the keyboard and the words on the screen blur as my focus shifts to the storm brewing near me. 

His door is ajar and I can’t see him, but I can feel him: Jett Knight, my boss and  my personal tormentor, is probably hammering away at his keyboard like the Neanderthal he is. I brace myself, knowing what’s coming.

His door flies open and he storms out like a hurricane ready to destroy everything in its path. I prefer the Neanderthal version of him, quietly smashing his keys into submission. Not this version: Jett Knight on a rampage.

“I can’t find the Morgan contract.” His voice is low and dangerous. One hand grips his phone, the other swipes the back of his neck.

Devilishly handsome and smelling like temptation itself, he strides to my desk, and I brace myself. That Armani suit, the sharp, navy blue one worn with his crisp white shirt and the blue silk tie, that suit means trouble.

Thank goodness there’s a desk between us because the smell of his aftershave, a mix of cedarwood and something dark and spicy, hits me and makes my pulse race. That scent, combined with the heat rolling off his broad chest, is intoxicating.

At thirty-three years old, this man is older than me by almost a decade. There’s something about an older man, about his commanding air, about the power he wields, that turns my insides to mush. That’s why it’s dangerous for me to even be within sniffing distance of him when he’s in this kind of mood. Because I’m scared I’ll give my feelings away.

“Find it.” His cold blue eyes lock on me, and if looks could kill, I’d already be in the morgue.

“Okaaaay.” I hesitate to get up, hating that he’s pulling me away from my work, barking orders at me while he’s on the phone with someone else. All he has to do is look through his filing cabinet and he’ll find it. But patience isn’t his strong suit, and he can be an ogre a lot of the time.

Yet he has a gentler side, the caring side that comes out when his little girl is around. Then he turns into a big teddy bear. Can’t do enough for her. I see the pain in his eyes when he looks at her sometimes, like she reminds him of his loss. And then there’s the fact that he’s also extended his kindness to me in many ways. Especially during my mother’s illness. There were many moments where I got to see the tender Jett, now that I look back on that darkest time of my life.

“Speak to you later, Dex. There’s a shitstorm brewing over here,” he says to his brother before sliding his cell phone into his pocket. 

His jaw tightens as he glares at me. “I need it now, Cari. Not next year.” His words drip with sarcasm, and I should know better. I should have dropped everything and jumped to attention, like he expects me to, like I used to. Though lately, I can’t do it anymore. Something about the way he stands there, all tension and power, gets under my skin now where before I used to marvel at his commanding presence and his air of authority.

I’m sick and tired of being treated like this by him. Especially when I see him with his girlfriends, or when I have to pick up trinkets or sexy lingerie from a store for him to give to them. I am so sick of this; pining for him when I should know better.

“Bear with me, Jett. I’m only human. I can’t multi-task like a computer.” I force myself to stand, pressing my palms into the desk as I rise and take a few deep breaths to ground myself. I walk toward his office. “It’s in the folder labeled—”

“I don’t care where it is,” he snaps, cutting me off. “Just get it.” I whip my head in his direction, startled by his viciousness even though I should be used to it.

“Someone’s in a very bad mood this morning,” I say, loud enough for him to hear before I storm out of my office and to the filing cabinets in his, putting distance between myself and this gorgeous, sexy, commanding monster. Yes, I have an office. All to myself. Though I don’t have an actual room to myself where I can shut the door if I need peace and privacy. It’s more an open plan space off a hallway, but it’s enough.

Unfortunately, Jett’s office is only accessible through mine. But he’s usually away on business or in meetings around the building where his brothers and father have their offices.

My eyes almost bulged out of my head when I came here for an interview three years ago. I’m a personal assistant to one of the three legitimate sons of Paul Knight, the billionaire patriarchal head of Knight Enterprises. He is a man I try to avoid at all costs. The head of a sprawling, diversified, global conglomerate with stakes in multiple industries, and a man who doesn’t have an ounce of warmth in him. He’s driven by the desire to make more money, even when he’s got more than enough and could solve all the world’s problems with his fortune.

Jett follows me in, and starts pacing around his office as he takes another call. I wonder who it is this time. From what I can make out, it’s not Alicia, or one of his brothers. Or the Italian Knights, who are the other three sons Paul Knight had with a mistress. I can’t remember which of the assistants coined that term, but it has stuck.

“It’s probably where it always is, if you’d bothered to look properly,” I mutter under my breath as I rifle through the filing cabinet. I find and pull out the file. It was there all along. Filed under M. Any idiot could have found it.

I place it on his desk. 

“I need to go. I have a meeting. We can pick this up later.” He hangs up and slams the phone on his desk. “A meeting with my father. The last thing I fucking need,” he groans.

The mention of his father sends a shiver through me. Paul Knight is a force to be reckoned with and he rules with an iron fist. Every time he calls a meeting, Jett becomes even more unbearable than usual. His father has that effect on him. He has that effect on all his sons, really. Though Dex and Zach appear to be relatively calmer and nicer than their older counterpart.

“It was exactly where it was supposed to be.” I can’t help myself, and I immediately regret my words. This is not the time to push buttons. Not when Paul Knight is breathing down Jett’s neck.

“Easy for you to find, then.” Jett barely looks at me, let alone thanks me, as he sits down in his executive chair. But now his gaze flicks over to me, the intensity in his bright blue eyes taking in my appearance for a second longer than necessary. My heart does a small somersault in my chest and my eyes go to his silk tie. Sometimes in my moments of delusion I dream about undoing it and …

He moves his mouse around on its mat then growls. “I can’t find the fucking link to the meeting. Can you find it?” he snaps, just as his phone goes off again. He stands up, stepping back from his chair and expecting me to sit down and solve his problem instantly.

“I’m sure I can,” I say, tightly. I stare at the screen, unsure of what exactly it is he expects me to do. I slide his coffee cup to the side and out of my way. “Where is it?” I try to keep my voice level. I’m not so sure he wants me to go snooping through his mailbox. Unless he wants me to look in his online calendar.

He hovers over me, his bicep inches from my face as I find myself squeezed between the desk and him. Then he leans in, dipping his head as he reads the computer screen. His breaths stir the loose strand of hair by my ear and I’m tempted to tuck it away, but I’m frozen in this moment, because his scent and body heat blanket me, holding me hostage, making my pulse race. My breathing turns choppy. My senses are overloaded and I become hyperaware of his every move; his every breath, his quiet inhale and exhale, the glint of his oversized black-and-silver watch face.

His capable fingers drum on the desk.

“It’s in this inbox, somewhere.” He’s clearly irritated, and I’m not surprised that he hasn’t yet found it.

His body brushes against mine as he shifts back slightly, our hands touching for the briefest of seconds. Every nerve in my body lights up like a firework. This man is all hard muscle, and my skin tingles where we touched. I’m not sure if he even noticed, but I’m too stunned to move. It reminds me of that time he comforted me, when he wrapped his arms around me and held me in my darkest moment.

Eliana would kill me if I told her about this.  My best friend and roommate has been telling me to quit for over a year. She knows the full extent of my Jett-induced condition.

I will leave.

I have to.

For my sanity, if nothing else. It just hasn’t happened yet. I’ve been grieving, unable to step out of my comfort zone and do something new. Take the next step. Up until a few months ago, it was sheer torture just to get out of bed and get myself to work.

I miss my mom so much, but I am slightly better now. I can make it to the office and back, sometimes without thinking about her during my workday. She still haunts me at night, and there are mornings when I wake up and think she’s still here.

It was really for my mom that I stayed on here. I needed this job because it allowed me to put my mom on my health insurance. And Jett was really good about letting me have time off when I needed to be with her. He has his good moments, and he’s really not so bad.

Despite his arrogance, despite how infuriating he can be, I’ve seen glimpses of his heart. He adores his daughter, Brooke, and seeing him with her was enough to keep me tethered here, even when everything in me screamed to run.

“I’ve found it,” I whisper, pointing to the screen as Jett continues his conversation with his brother. I glance up at him as he bends down, his gaze flicks ever-so-quickly to my lips.

Oh my goodness. He really did that. It’s too much, him being so close, looking at my lips. My heart leaps inside my ribcage and I spring up out of his chair, knocking the coffee cup over in my haste.

My insides deflate in dismay just as quickly as the dark liquid bleeds across the desk, seeping into the edges of his desk diary. “Shit.”

“Cari!” He lets out a frustrated cry, but there’s something else there, something weary. “What the hell?” He looks down at the spill, his expression blank, but I hear the disappointment in his voice loud and clear.

I can be such a klutz sometimes.

“I’m sorry.” I scramble to fix the mess, my fingers trembling as I burn with humiliation. I always turn into a quivering wreck in front of him. He’s so mature, and so composed. I can’t do anything right in his eyes. If only I were as cool and as glacial as Alicia. Heat tinges my cheeks like a pubescent teen and I’m horrified by what I’ve done. In my panic, I grab the edge of my dress and use it to frantically mop up the coffee. Brilliant move, Cari. Brilliant.

I glance up to see Jett staring at my exposed leg. He quickly clears his throat and looks away, not saying a word. He’s already back at his computer as the meeting with his father starts.

Paul Knight’s voice booms through the speakers, setting the tone for what I know is going to be a long, painful day for Jett.

And probably for me, too.