Those exotic womanly curves… She was an enigma I had to unravel. I wasn’t there for the thrill of it. Not really. It was just something to do. But then she picked me out of the crowd. The sultry burlesque dancer. Savannah. Jesus, my c*ck ached as she danced over me. Bending. Contorting. I needed her like fire needs oxygen. I had Savannah that night. And several nights after that. There was no end to the lust she stirred in me... Then it all went to sh*t. Now, Savannah’s pregnant. With my babies. Triplets. This wasn’t the deal. I know who I am— A fucking widow who gave up on emotional bullshit long ago. But I can’t walk away from this. I can’t abandon the mother of my children. I know Savannah doesn’t trust me. And hell, I don’t blame her. However, she needs to understand that she’s mine. Her and our unborn kids. And no one is going to f@*k that up.

    Volumes 1-3 of the Jack Nightingale supernatural thriller series: NIGHTFALL, MIDNIGHT and NIGHTMARE.

    

     I’ve got three months before I’ll be crowned King of Elleston—all because I was born two minutes before my twin brother. I thought I'd have more time, but with my father's recent death and fifty million people looking at me to lead, it's time to put aside my personal aspirations and take the crown. Duty. Honor. Royalty.  Love is a luxury I don't have—not with a royal betrothal our laws demands I uphold. The lines that define my choices are black and white. But when I collide with a pink-haired American goddess who brings my world back into startling color, I know I can’t take the crown without tasting her first. Willa is everything I’ve ever wanted—smart, sexy, funny, and wickedly independent. She accepts the stakes, knows our relationship has an expiration date, but I’m prepared to take on Parliament and the other Royals to make her officially mine. That is, until I find out that she’s hiding secrets of her own. Secrets that could ruin everything I’ve worked for to keep us together.