Her botched burglary attempt leaves her at the mercy of the Bratva and its leader Nikolai Petrovski, and after an incident with one of his men lands her in the hospital, the horrible truth is revealed. Nikolai wants to punish the tiny female who wreaked havoc in his holding pens, but after catching the scent of the girl his enforcer almost strangled to death, instinct prompts him to alter his course. When doctors confirm what was believed to be a sickly beta woman is actually a chemically sterilized omega, a plan to secure himself an heir becomes his first priority. When December awakes, it is Nikolai himself who breaks the devastating news. The faulty device that the state implanted in her when it deemed her unworthy of breeding has been removed, and she will soon experience her first true heat as an omega. December owed a debt, and she'd pay with her body, or her life. But what would happen when the alpha Nikolai discovered just how valuable a prize he'd caught? Would he honor the terms of their arrangement once he realized she was one of “The Sacred Omegas”? This is a Dark Omegaverse Fantasy Novel. Omegaverse often features themes of noncon, dubcon, power exchange, and more. If you enjoy these tropes, please continue. If you don't, this book may not be for you. *****WARNING***** This book is set in a world where criminal regimes reign. There will be strong language, violence, and scenes of assault that may trigger some readers. You may cringe, you may cry, you may rage, but I promise, if you can bear to fight through that darkness, light and a HEA wait for you on the other side. PROCEED WITH CAUTION. You have been warned.

    I paid for all three when I fell in love with Rora. Her betrayal left me in shambles, a hollow man filled with insurmountable regret. I resented her. And then I hurt her. Betrayed her in the selfishness of my retribution. But when I lay eyes on her again, she’s not the same woman I exiled from my past. She’s not the woman I once loved. Her eyes burn brighter, only with the deepest of hatred. A hatred that bears my name Nova Everything has a meaning; your past, your present, the people that you hold true to your heart. But what if all three of those play your trial, jury and judge to a crime you never committed in the first place? The old me died after my conviction, only to come back with contempt and revenge in my veins. The love and trust are gone while I write my list down of every Judas in my midst. And I’m starting with him.

    Robinson comes this standalone contemporary romance full of feels and angst... In a world where I had no say, violence became my refuge, and nothing else mattered. Not even my own life. Until her. Skyler Bell. It all started the first time I heard that voice. Giving me hope for tomorrow. My first love was everything all at once. Consuming. Maddening. Forever. Mine. Except, I never imagined there were secrets that needed to be shared. Lies that needed to be confessed. Truths that needed to be told. Demons that needed to be buried. Once I realized the depth, the longing, the sadness and sorrow in her eyes mirrored mine, it was too late. Love didn't come to me as heartbreak, it came as everything I've ever wanted. Walking away wasn't an option, but it was the only choice I had. I finally found the price of love and it cost me... My soul.

    Like a trained possession, weak against their control.She has been conditioned with our blood for years. She just doesn’t know it yet...But Midnight Mayhem was the stained glass that concealed a very dark culture.A culture that she is about to become the center of.The Brothers of Kiznitch come in fours, and they’re not happy about me being hustled into their acts.Or are we? Careful, Little Bird. A warning is a warning for a reason…Mind-tricks.Stunts.Deceit.Power.But there’s something uglier that has been haunting me for years upon years. So ugly that I have never seen its face. I never had to. I’d hear his whispers through my internal screams, feel his shadow brush against my nightmares. He was my the monster that tormented me.And maybe lived under your bed…When I started Midnight Mayhem, his presence faded.His whispers were silenced.His shadow dissolving without a trace.I wondered why that was. She didn’t have to wonder for long…

    And I know what I saw. You are disobedient and a spoiled fucking brat. A good daughter would have heeded her mother’s warning and stayed away.” He drags me to my feet. “Get up. We need to move. It is only a matter of time before someone turns you in and the palace guard comes searching for us.” “I am grieving, you beastly man.” I snarl at him. “Show some respect.” My attempt to remove myself from his firm grip is met with resistance. His hand is locked around my arm as he pulls me along. Can he not see that I am angry and hurting after witnessing the horrors that were foisted upon my family today? I am a grief-stricken woman, damn it. “You can grieve while we walk, Sunshine. Do not speak to me of respect after you disobeyed your mother and risked your stupid neck.” He gives me a good shake. “Now, which way is it?” “West.” I concede. “Into the mountains.” I am not sure if I can trust him. What if he tries to rob me? Or rape me? “You have nothing that I want, woman.” The arrogant ass smirks rudely. “I assure you, your virtue is safe with me.” He laughs for a full minute. “The sooner I get you home, the sooner I can be rid of you.” Please note that this is a work of historical fiction. The names, characters, places and other incidents are the product of the author’s twisted imagination or are used fictitiously. Any similarities to real people, living or dead, businesses, events or locations is entirely coincidental. Content warning: This novel contains graphic language, graphic sex scenes, graphic violence and is not recommended for readers under the age of eighteen. All rights reserved.

    

     You'd have to be living under a rock if you grew up in northern Boston and didn't know who he is. He's the heartthrob of every Italian girl in my neighborhood, the man who's probably had your daughter roll through his sheets at least once, the devilishly handsome mysterious man with dark brown eyes that gave you nightmares, and yes, every horrible thing you've probably heard about him is very much true. Did I also mention he destroyed my dreams and aspirations in life when he asked my father for my hand in marriage?

    He’s hard, he’s ruthless and has sealed the fates of many in the bloody streets of his city; but when he lays eyes on la hermosa Fallon Thurgood, he recognizes that she’s everything he’s never had.And he must have her.When threats present themselves from even the most unexpected angles, El Rey finds himself entangled in a web of deception, all to protect the woman he loves from a sinister truth.Sometimes, lies must be told to keep what you want, and Andres will do anything to keep his Falloncita; because losing her is not an option.

    Facing a lingering and painful death at the hands of the Zeta cartel, Mexico’s most brutal organised crime syndicate, she persuades their enforcer to claim her.Ex marine and dark ops expert Kyle Suarez is chief enforcer for the Zeta cartel. Ruthlessly efficient, he is feared by his enemies. When he claims Chloe, he simply expects to enjoy a well-deserved and disposable bonus.Has Chloe made a huge mistake, or will her choice prove her salvation - and his?Warning: This bad boy dark romance contains explicit scenes of dubious consent, graphic violence and sex. It is for adults only.This bad boy dark romance is a compelling tale of vengeance, murder, cartel violence and finding love in the darkest of times. It is the first in the Zeta Cartel novel series, and can be read as a standalone.

    Maybe that’s why they all fear me. I’m sure they have their reasons, I just couldn’t possibly care what any of them are. As long as they’re afraid. Born to a drug dealer father and a drug addict mother, I’ve been through enough to make a normal person lose their mind five times over. I’m not normal. Normal is for weak people, and I'm anything but weak.My childhood was made of nightmares, but there was one light in all my darkness. Her name was Reina Wilde, and when my mother would hit me or pass out in the middle of the living room on her high, I would confide in her. We were from completely different worlds, but she meant something to me, though I never figured out what, because she left. In the years that followed, I built a reputation for myself, and let go of any and all deluded notions of love. I’ll never go straight now. It’s just too much fun taking things from people who are powerless to stop me. And make no mistake about it, I take what I want, from who I want, when I want. I'm infamous in this city. But everything changes when, after years apart, I finally see Reina again, and she’s standing next to my enemy--the underboss of the Philadelphia mob. It’s not just about power anymore. It’s not about respect. No, this is personal now. Gasoline has been thrown on the flame, and for Reina, I’m about to burn the whole world to the ground.

    She ripped my heart out and left a big gaping hole in my chest. She's dead to me...yet, she's just appeared in front of me again. Her:I don't remember anything I did in my past. I don't know who I was. I've lived the past 10 years with guidance. I want to remember but who's going to help me when no one is willing to help? I want to know. Reinie Bridges’ name was a mere whisper on Lincoln's lips and and a craving that he had to satisfy.

    He’ll do whatever it takes to get what he wants and right now the only thing he wants is Zaira Bonito, the eldest daughter of the Vitali’s most rivaled family. At one time, Michael and Zaira were very close. But, a tragedy caused false accusations and the families were torn apart. Years later the families come together to eliminate a common enemy. It was a carefully and well thought out hit.But not everything goes as plannedAt her engagement party, Zaira watches while her father and fiancée are murdered. She frantically tries to get away, but falls and hits her head. She awakes and finds herself with an awful headache and no memory in a world that she is vaguely familiar. Her only guide - Michael Vitali.Michael has Zaira right where he wants her and will do anything to keep her, even manipulate and deceive her. He knows there is a chance that when she does remember she won’t be able to forgive him, but he’s willing to risk his heart - for her.

    A domineering man. A powerful man. On that day, the first of two transactions were made with my very unloving parents. I became his possession.Something to own.Something to keep.An object intended only for his desire, his pleasure, and his ... indulgence.Although promised to this man, I at least remained safe ... untouched ... pure. I was to be his and his alone. On my eighteenth birthday, the second transaction took place.I escaped...But he came for me.Now, I'm his. He owns my body and my soul.And, as if all of that wasn't enough, he wants to own my heart too.I’m trying to resist him—trying to fight that irresistible monster inside of him. But, as with everything else in my life, nothing is ever that easy.Warning: Contains graphic scenes with sexual assault content. Please proceed with caution.

     African American savant Lark Chambers is young, beautiful and brilliant, an interpreter formerly trained by the United Nations. Fluent in seven languages, she's at the top of her game at Linguistics, Interpreting, Sign and Translation (LIST), the company that assigns her to Dario DiRossi, a multi-billion dollar textile heir, and currently her devastatingly handsome boss. DiRossi is no threat to her self control, however. As a product of the foster care system, Lark doesn't know the first thing about getting close enough to a man to trust him with her heart. But when a handsome stranger christens her first night in her favorite city of Florence with lovemaking, Lark finds herself confronting the turmoil behind her put- together exterior. And her latest assignment just might put her over the edge.

    My face is the last thing my targets see before I snatch their souls from their bodies. I gain strength from their fear and pleasure from their screams. Just hearing my name will make a mother fucker think twice about crossing me. In my line of business there is no weakness and there’s definitely no room for love. At least that’s what I used to think until her little feisty ass came back into my life. She came in like a wrecking ball and bringing all kinds of havoc with her. Now someone has the audacity to think they can take her from me. Fuck no. Her mind, body and soul belong to me. I am the Snatcher of Souls and I will snatch life from anyone who tries get in between me and my queen even if that means burying the man who made me.This is not a Paranormal!