Mafia. Secrets. Corruption. Romanov.A dark and twisted enemies-to-lovers retelling of Anastasia. They call me America’s Sweetheart.Hollywood royalty. The last of an era.Sole survivor of LA’s most infamous crime.I’m not any of those things. He forced me into the spotlight.Dominic McCallum—a torn page from my tainted past.The liar with the perfect smile and cold blue eyes.We’re playing a high-stakes game.Resurrect an icon and share a million-dollar payout.One wrong move and history repeats itself.But Alexandra Romanov’s fate won’t be mine.I’ll speak her lines. I’ll hit the mark. I’ll strike a pose.And when the past and present collide, I’ll become their worst nightmare.After all, wrath is the sixth of the seven deadly sins… They told me to preserve the legacy. Be careful what you ask for…You just might get it.*Please be aware this book contains dark themes and sensitive subject matter that are essential to the storyline but may bother some readers.

    Lust. Fear. Passion. It started the moment she passed out in my arms. Seduction. Vile. Depraved. Desire. She couldn’t remember her past but looked to me like I was her future. My walls were built. My heart was cold. My emotions vacant. After being alone for five years with only my motorcycle club at my side, she was who I had been searching for. The one I had needed all along to light up the darkness surrounding my life. Just when I thought I had her, just when I thought I could finally allow myself that happiness I didn’t think I deserved. She was ripped from my hands…

    His kiss is mine. “The first time he saw me I was shattered glass, and he was a shadow. If I had stayed, he would have just faded away.”It’s strange how easy it is to tell our stories to a stranger’s eyes. The truth about Connor Stratford and I had always been a sad tale. Over ten years of chasing, tears, lies, vows, and leaving. Two people who never loved each other at the same time, but couldn’t let each other go.Now here I was telling our story over drinks midday in an airport bar with my old diary clutched in my hand. Telling some version of our story, anyway.I left him once with no goodbye. Now I was returning home to give him what he needed to move on.“It’s important. It’s what you’re thinking.”I knew what his message meant, sent in the middle of the night after I woke from a fever dream. He was finally ready, and so was I. I just needed to finally give him the kiss he begged for. The one that meant goodbye.