I own it all.And right now, all I want is her.She may be the enemy,But that's not going to stop me,Nothing stops me.I will do everything to have her,Hold her,Keep her. AMELIAI work for a monster,And his rival may not be the answer,But I'm willing to take my chances,To help my family,And escape this situation. But passion leads to danger,While pleasure leads to problems,And the biggest one of all,He's got me CAPTIVE,In body, mind, and heart.

    . . Nicknamed Sweet Abelli for her docile nature, Elena smiles on cue and has a charming response for everything. She’s the favored daughter, the perfect mafia principessa . . . or was.Now, all she can see in the mirror’s reflection is blood staining her hands like crimson paint. They say first impressions are everything . . . In the murky waters of New York’s underworld, Elena’s sister is arranged to marry Nicolas Russo. A Made Man, a boss, a cheat—even measured against mafia standards. His reputation stretches far and wide and is darker than his black suits and ties. After his and Elena’s first encounter ends with an accidental glare on her part, she realizes he’s just as rude as he is handsome. She doesn’t like the man or anything he stands for, though that doesn’t stop her heart from pattering like rain against glass when he’s near, nor the shiver that ghosts down her spine at the sound of his voice.And he’s always near. Telling her what to do. Making her feel hotter than any future brother-in-law should. Elena may be the Sweet Abelli on the outside, but she’s beginning to learn she has a taste for the darkness, for rough hands, cigarettes, and whiskey-colored eyes. Having already escaped one scandal, however, she can hardly afford to be swept up in another.Besides, even if he were hers, everyone knows you don’t fall in love with a Made Man . . . right?This is a standalone forbidden romance.

    I hate her for it.My veins pump as my fist clench.Still, even her sweetness can't reach me.A cold steel ice vault.My secrets are mine to keep.And when she tells her brother about us?I know I can't trust her.Not with my business, not with my life.My heart?Not on the table. Ever.I'll put her in her place.Except she fiercely refuses to stay there.She is fights harder than anyone I've ever seen.As much as it pisses me off to admit it…More than ever… I want what I can’t have.Off Limit Secrets is part of the Billionaire Lust Collection and is a steamy Enemies-to-Lover story that will get you hot and keep you on your toes. No Cliff-hangers, No Cheating and a Guaranteed Happily Ever After!Each book can be read as a standalone. Transport yourself into vibrant and magical town where the hottest spot is: Club LUST, as we follow six bad boy, possessive and alphalicious Billionaire's in their quests to navigate round unchartered territory, love.

    My heart now belongs to him- Antonio Robert Heart, the underboss of the Heart Syndicate that governs over New York and its five boroughs. He rules with an unwavering hand yielding the blade of his knife, but when his strong hands touch me, I become liquid. I melt into his all-consuming prowess.The thing is, he doesn't want me... even though he craves me. AntonioI don’t date. I don’t love. I don’t want marriage and I do not want children. I only allow myself companionship when the desire is there.Lilah Tomlinson was supposed to be one night-one hour at the most. I was a fool.My desire for her prevailed and I let her in... only to find out she has betrayed me. That muscle in my chest, the one she has penetrated and brought to life, it shrivels with the worst kind of anger: WRATH.***This book is a dark romance with strong sexual content and violent scenes. If you are uncomfortable with either of these situations please do not read! 18+Chapter OneANTONIOHer lips feel incredible. Her smile is one of many I have seen gazing up at me from the spare room floor of my penthouse. She licks the corner of her lip. Her smile turns mischievous. I see a glint of craziness flicker in her pupils. Oh, yeah, the next hour or two will be fun. What she doesn't know is that her time is limited. I'll use her just like she is using me. She uses me for who I am-for the stature and clout I hold predominantly in the state of New York, but across the country as well. The society girl just moved up the ladder a couple of notches by getting to spend the night with the infamous Antonio Heart, the bad boy of New York City. Though, she is only getting a couple hours out of me. I sound arrogant as fuck, I know, but it is what it is and will always be that way. I use her only for what she was genetically born with. There will be no insta-love at the end of this transaction. She is disposable. I'll throw her out before she can take that post orgasmic breath. My fingers grip the brown hair at the back of her head. I let my knees relax and sink into the rhythm of her ministrations, allowing her to freely perform for me. Because that’s what this is. A performance, an act… it’s all fake. I need what she has, and she wants what I can give her. I'll give her that minute she needs to make herself feel good. Then I'll take over. No one but one man governs me. Whether she thinks it or not right now, I am in control. I am always in control. I let my eyes close, letting myself feel what's happening to my body. Damn. It's been a minute. I release a breath, relaxing further. Between being exhausted of spending time with self-boasting, fake women that fall into the starfish position and wait for the magic to happen when they get here, and redoing my newly acquired club, Temptations, I can't remember the last time I actually enjoyed a blowjob. Another minute passes before I’ve had enough. She is lucky I have let her have this long. I hear the familiar chirp from my phone sitting on the edge of the mattress, alerting me of an incoming message. I ignore the first chirp but then three more consecutive alerts sound. My blood starts flowing, becoming a virulent serpentine gliding through my veins. Not from the woman on her knees in front of me, although she is pretty talented with her tongue, but because I know that those consecutive messages are ones I have been waiting for. I need to move this along. She’s playing with me, which was fine for the moment, but now it’s not. I’m halfway there. My fingers twist in her overly stiff hair she primped to what she thought was perfection for a night out club hopping. I knock her hands away from my swelled length and let my hips take over. The repetitive flexing of my hips progress to a faster speed as the seconds tick. She lets out a long moan. My phone chirps again and again. My shoulders tense because of the alerts and my thighs mirror my shoulders. I am close. I can feel it in my bones, they got him. I need to hurry this along. With three more thrusts, I plunge as deep as I can with a release so strong my knees almost buckle. She gasps at the sudden unexpected surge of salty heat. No warning was needed. She knew what she was down there for. My energy is momentarily zapped. My breathing is still heavy when in one swift moment, I pull from the warmth of her mouth, tuck myself away, refasten the zipper to my slacks, and lunge for my phone. I hear her whine from behind me. I take the steps away, creating more distance. Always alert, I hear her fumble. I turn back and glance at her. I shouldn’t have turned my back on her to begin with. My screen comes to life with the print of my finger and so does my lineage. A lifelong blood oath is now rapidly flowing through my veins with the speed of revenge as its leader. I’m re-energized from the thrill of the business that awaits. I survey the woman that holds my semen in the hollow of her insides. “Time to go.” I reach down and grab her purse off the bed and toss it to her. Her mouth flaps open, becoming unhinged. Quickly, she snaps it shut. Her eyes become slits and her jaw tenses, clenching with each fuck you sentence forming in her head. Before she can formulate those words, I advance in her direction. “I said it’s time to go. I won’t tell you again…” I add insult to injury when I can’t remember her name. Honestly, I don’t think I even asked her what her name was. It didn’t matter, she won’t get a second go with me. I have my regulars. They know the deal.I’m in. I’m out.“You don’t even know my name!” She slaps her purse against her thigh.“No. Now get out!” ********I slammed the gearshift into first gear. My black Testoni-covered foot hits the accelerator with force. With a jerk of the wheel, I peel out into the back alley, black tread left behind to melt into the asphalt. I speed through the city streets, heading towards the warehouse that holds my men and the man they captured–the rat that betrayed the family. The closer I get to my second home the more the usual smell of iron and sea air fills my senses. The metallic sting is an igniter to every fiber of my being and a catalyst for an explosion of electrifying currents that snap every nerve ending. Every single time that distinct smell fills the air, it punches me in the gut and brings me right back to my first kill–the day I became a Made Man. It was the same day I made my boss proud and my father mournful. My cherry was popped with a man who betrayed the family. A man who pledged his allegiance to protect and serve. The price for his disloyalty was his life. My father gave me the honor and without a second glance, at the age of fifteen, I took the offered gun from my predecessor, the one he had engraved with my name, the one I still have today sitting in my safe at home, and I put a bullet right between the rat’s eyes as I recited our family motto. Family is everything.Family protects you.Without family, you have nothing.If you betray one of us, you betrayed all of us.

    Making it on my own at eighteen wasn't easy, but for two years I managed to keep my freedom.Until Gregor Romanov came looking for me.I didn't know what a Russian mob boss wanted with me when he first barged into my apartment, but as he threw me over his shoulder and carried me into my bedroom I knew one thing for sure.My days as a free woman are over.Now he's taking off his belt to deal with my refusal to answer questions he didn't have any business asking in the first place, but it isn't just the sting of a spanking that is on my mind.It's what he has planned for me later tonight.

    As a mafia princess, I’ve always known that one day I’d have to marry the man my father chooses.But I never thought that man would be Alessandro Bellini.Ruthless, heartless, and twisted, he’s the last person I want to meet, let alone spend the rest of my life with.Alessandro demands my complete obedience and my body to use as he pleases.He wants me to be his plaything in his special dungeon.But even though he’s the embodiment of everything I hate, he knows how to play my body and make me feel things I haven’t even known existed.As the spark between us ignites, I find myself wanting something I’ve never wanted before.Will my wish come true?Pretty Plaything is a standalone dark arranged marriage mafia romance with potentially triggering situations and is intended for mature audiences.

    She was far too young and naïve to be betrothed to a monster like me. I would bring only pain and darkness into her sheltered world. That’s why she ran.I should’ve just let her go… She never asked to marry into a powerful Russian mafia family. None of this was her choice. Unfortunately for her, I don’t care. I own her… and after three years of searching… I’ve found her. My runaway bride was about to learn disobedience has consequences… punishing ones. Having her in my arms and under my control had become an obsession. Nothing was going to keep me from claiming her before the eyes of God and man. She’s finally mine now… and I’m never letting her go. Special Preorder price of $.99c only available for a limited time.

    A disappointment to my family. Haunted by my childhood traumas. I felt so much all my life that I resolved to feeling nothing at all. Until I met my match. As the most infamous mafioso of the 21st century, Dante Salvatore was madly passionate, unequivocally bad, and entirely too dangerous to know. He was everything I abhorred, yet I found myself representing him in the biggest criminal trial of the decade. I was so focused on winning and achieving the success I deserved that I didn't notice the gorgeous black-eyed man's effect on me until it was too late. My icy heart had been held too close to his flame and now I wouldn't let Dante go down without fighting with everything I had in me. Even if the cost of a new life with him meant the loss of my old life and everything I thought I held dear.

    As the ruthless leader of the Doubeck family there is a certain standard of brutality I have to uphold.To be gentle or kind is a weakness I cannot afford.That is until the day I meet her.Beautiful, innocent, and so very afraid.Valentina is a rival family's daughter, and the little temptress has purposely tangled herself in my dark web.She seeks me out, needing my help, but the price for what she wants will be steep.Since my father’s death I’ve needed a wife to solidify my family name and this woman has piqued my interest.We strike a deal intertwining our futures.I’ll put a ring on her finger, own her body, keep her safe, and kill them all.I make a vow to protect her at all costs.That is until her secrets come to light, and I’m left with the choice of becoming the monster she’s only ever heard rumors about.**This is a dark forced marriage mafia romance, that ends on a cliffhanger. It contains dub-con/non-con as well as other scenes that may be triggering to some readers.**

    The first time I saw her was through the lens of my rifle.I was sent all the way from Russia to kill Vera Reznikova, the Bratva princess.She was my exquisite target.But I knew when I saw her beautiful tormented eyes that I’d end up breaking all of my rules for her.All I’ve ever been is a businessman and a killer.And she’s a breath of fresh air. Something wild in this predictable world.Something about her makes me turn my back on the men who sent me and forget about the consequences.Her lush body fits right in my hands. Her soft mouth yields to my touch. Her icy eyes sparkle just for me.I claim her as mine.I vow to protect her at all costs.She doesn’t know who I really am, but it goes both ways.And as I uncover her family’s secrets, I learn that there’s a kernel of truth in every rumor.Even ones about curses.

    Waiting for the time to strike, preparing to steal her from the spotlight, Thorn only has one goal in mind... to make Harlow his captive, his newest little Rose.Naive and innocent, Harlow has no idea of the things that await her in Thorn's Mansion. Taken, stolen and used, she will have to adapt to a new life... one where she is trained to be the perfect submissive to a cruel, but loving Master.Thorn discovers his soft spot for Harlow, but there is no denying his dark nature. Despite his love for the vulnerable dancer, Thorn's dark tendencies demand for him to do the unthinkable. Will Harlow be able to love him when he takes away the one thing she loves most?This is Harlow Granger and Rueben Thorn's complete story of over 150,000 words. Available for a limited time. Rose and Thorn is a dark romance trilogy.

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    His gaze steals my breath.Even if my heart thinks this could work, my brain knows better.We say “I do” with his brother’s blood on our clothes,and the bars of my gilded cage slam closed.Our wedding vows are forever – ’til death do us part.But with enemies closing in from all sides, death might be closer than we think.Please note: this book contains dark content that some readers may find distressing.

    Too bad she already sold it. Family is everything to gambling den darling, Teresa Valentini. Blood comes first, especially before men. So when her brother lands himself in hot water, she’s willing to do whatever it takes to save him. And showing up topless in her unwitting savior’s motel room is turning out to be the furthest thing from a hardship…Will Caruso is the bad boy of New York’s financial scene…and he just found out the very thing that drives his success is a damn lie. Now, he’s exchanged his high-stress life for the open road, no one but his Great Dane…and half a million Instagram followers to keep him company. When a mysterious beauty arrives, her secrecy prods his suspicions, even while she tempts his lust to the breaking point.Teresa met Will under false pretenses, but the bond consuming them is real. They’re strong enough to overcome a little betrayal…aren’t they?

    There’s no point in denying it. You see what you get and what you get is a bastard who doesn’t give a fuck about what’s going on around him, unless it’s beneficial to me of course.I work for Katya, the owner of an elite tattoo parlor called Pins & Needles. There are five locations across the world: Moscow, London, Miami, Los Angeles, and Sydney. The front of Katya’s business is the parlor, but what she’s actually done is set up an underground shop for the arms dealing business she inherited from her dead husband, in addition to other nefarious activities. No one has a clue about what’s really done here, not even the damn feds and for the first time in the seven years I’ve been working for her we fuck up. One of the tattoo artists, Dema, sees something she shouldn’t. As Katya’s right hand man I can’t let this get out. I know what I have to do, and it’ll either be me throwing her body in the woods, or locking her up and selling her to the highest bidder, ensuring she’ll never see the light of day again. Funny how neither of those happen and I end up putting my own neck on the line for her. I’ve never cared about anyone in my entire fucking life, yet here I am, craving something more than blood and agony.