. . AnastasiyaI was born a trophy owned by the Resnov Bratva, waiting for the day they’d collect.My identity was engraved in their legacy, and my only purpose was to obey, to submit. I had no voice, and most of all, I had no choice.I was promised to one yet stolen by another. Simeon Resnov was my savior, a different kind of beast. A beautiful contradiction to the name he carried. He hid the darkness in him so well. SimeonShe was meant to sit on a mantel, waiting for her rightful owner to claim her. On that day, she’d be used until there was nothing left until her existence was nothing but blood on his hands. But the moment I saw her, I recognized the pain in her eyes. It drew me in, entranced me, and turned into an obsession that demanded I have her. So, I took her. I stole the girl branded to another, and now her broken soul is mine to mend…to break…And mend again.Note: This novel contains disturbing content that may be offensive to some readers.

    My life was simple: I kill for money and I’m the best in the Bay at my job.That was enough for me until I met the woman of my dreams, only to deliver her to hell itself for a pretty penny.Nothing will stop me from getting her back and when I do… there isn’t a man in the Bay that’s safe from my vengeance.They’ll pay in blood for their crimes.

    He contacts me only through notes − unpredictable and untraceable. When we meet, he can touch me, but I’m not allowed to touch him. When we make love, it’s only after I have been bound and blindfolded. It’s the only time I truly feel alive. Which is why I play along with it. For now.Caden Thaine is the most sinfully beautiful man I have ever seen. But more than that, his touch sets me on fire. And dear God, do I ache for him. I don’t know where he lives or even what he does. But this doesn’t scare me. My only fear is that one day his messages will stop. I know he’s hiding something. But that’s okay. I am hiding things too. Like my real name and... who I really am. But the deeper I fall for him, the stronger my curiosity becomes. I could never have imagined just how much our lives are bound. And that pulling at his tangled web of secrets would cause my own dark past to come back to try and reclaim me. Will we survive? Will our love?Adult romantic suspense. +18 years.

    I fell for Sarina the moment I saw her.When the Kingdom tore her from me, I promised revenge.My claim was forfeit the moment she ran, but now I will follow.I will find her.I will earn her.And I will burn the world if they dare touch her.Again.

    He left my father a hollow shell of a man. And for these sins, Carlo Andretti must die.I can’t believe my ears when my father tells me that I must marry Carlo’s daughter. That it’s the only way to save our family.I will never love the daughter of my enemy. I will never make peace between our families. I will never be the dutiful Mafia prince my father wants.But I will destroy the Andrettis, and I will avenge my family. No matter who I hurt, even the girl who looks at me with love in her eyes. She doesn’t know me, and she doesn’t know my past or what I’m planning. If she did, she wouldn’t look at me that way. She’d hate me, the way I hate her father. And truly, that would be for the best.I can never love Antonella Andretti.I can only destroy her.ANTONELLA ANDRETTII can hardly remember the time before I loved Enrico Lucchesi. Just like I can hardly remember the time before our families were at war. A war I helped cause. A war I’m determined to end.Our marriage will bring peace. It might even bring us happiness.If only Enrico can forget who I am. If only he never learns my role in what happened. If only he can forgive me.But some sins are unforgivable.

    Me.His name is Nate and I should hate him, but I don't.I'm not supposed to know his real name, even worse, I'm not supposed to care. He is nothing to me but means to an end. The plan is simple: break free, collect the pieces of my broken soul, kill the bastards and run away.His name is Nathaniel Thomas Vela, and I've never seen his face, though I hear that it's beautiful.Behind the rugged and handsome exterior, there's a quiet murderer, a killer who thinks guns are for pussies and ends people with his bare hands.His name doesn't matter, neither does his face, but what does matter is my heart. And right now, sadly, it's his. Blood to Dust is a standalone, full-length novel. It contains graphic violence and adult situations some may find offensive.

    He wasn't my type - tall, dark... dangerous. My stomach flipflopped whenever he was around and I got so tongue-tied I could never get words out of my mouth. But it didn't matter. He never talked to me. Barely knew I existed. Why did I just spend the last decade dreaming about him? I'm shy, quiet… still a virgin. A man like Dante Calegari would never be interested in a girl like me. So, I made him an offer he couldn't refuse. ~ She thinks I don't know how she feels, thinks she's hidden it all from me. She couldn't be more wrong. I've known Noemi since she was twelve, watched her grow up. She was sweet back then, a little shy, too quiet. Never talked to me. Just smiled, nodded, and walked away. Then the sweet girl I knew went away to college, traveled the world and came home to torment me. But it could never happen between us. I'm a ruthless killer and she's the girl next door.Then she made a decision that changed things. She handed me what I needed. A pass to my own personal paradise, or a one-way ticket to Hell, depending on how you looked at it. She gave me permission to ruin her. She asked me to agree to the Virgin Clause and I wasn't strong enough to say 'no.' Now, she's all mine. If I can keep her alive.