And the answer is usually some bubbly, lovey dovey tale of being struck in the bum by Cupid’s arrow.My meet cute (well not so meet cute) is slightly different. I was trolling a wealthy neighborhood in Beverly Hills, searching for someone to take me as their bride, you know, to make my arch nemesis jealous who consequently just fired me.He was stomping around the block like some sort of gorgeous ogre, mumbling about a business deal gone wrong and attempting to finagle his way out of it.And that’s when we bumped into each other.There were no sparks.Not even a hint of blossoming love.But next thing I knew, I was scarfing down free chips and guac, listening to this man lay out all of his problems which led to his big ask . . . he wanted me to be his Vivian Ward, you know, from Pretty Woman--minus the frisky behavior.We’re talking about living in a mansion, intimate double dates, and pretending we were head over heels in love . . . and engaged. Can you imagine?The absolute audacity.But people do crazy things when they’re desperate. And I reeked of desperation. So, I struck up a deal.My one big mistake, though . . . big . . . HUGE? I accidentally fell for the incomparable Huxley Cane.

    If they don’t keep my secret, it could destroy more than my friendship.They own me.And my former best friend is making it his mission to ruin me.But not if I ruin them first.In Ruins is a #whychoose romance. Due to dark content, this book is recommended for eighteen and older.

    Sin. Depravity—-these are my virtues. My name is Dante Sovrano, head of the Chicago Mob.I run this city. Everyone bows down to me.With one exception—Sarah London.The first night we met, I knew we shared the same appetites. She never said “Mercy”—and all I said was “Good girl.”But the next time we met, Sarah stood up, looked me in the eye, and pulled the damn trigger.It’s funny, the moment I saw her, I knew she’d be trouble. And definitely my brand--fiery, cutthroat, wrapped up in a lickable package. If anyone was made for me, it’s this woman.But dark secrets are hiding behind those gorgeous blue eyes. Secrets she won’t tell, but I plan to know them all.Trouble’s found her. And now Sarah knows she has to deal with the devil to solve her problems.Too bad the devil always takes your soul.And I’ll be keeping it.Whoever wants to hurt this woman has to get through me. Because nobody ever touches what’s mine.Not if they want to keep their lives. This depraved King is keeping his feisty queen. And I'll take down an entire city to do it.

    The only thing quick about it was how rapidly I failed.With only a month left to earn her missing feathers, twenty-year-old Leigh embarks on a trip to Paris to meet her newest project, twenty-five-year-old Jarod Adler, leader of the Parisian Mafia and the worst kind of sinner... a Triple.If Leigh can get Jarod to accomplish a single act of kindness, she stands to win 100 feathers, more than enough to complete her wings and ascend to Elysium, the land of angels.What she doesn’t count on is Jarod's dark charm costing her feathers.She’s dead set on saving him, and he’s dead set on destroying her.Until he realizes destroying her wings is also destroying her heart.A heart he longs to hear beat only for him.Trigger warnings: graphic sexual scenes and a difficult ending. Not recommended for Young Adults.

    Determined never to return to her hometown, Elena makes a deal with the devil: Heal a sick woman and be granted her freedom...or fail and be returned to her family.Konstantin Tarkhanov has done whatever it takes to build his empire. Now the king of Staten Island, his power has never been greater. But one more obstacle lies ahead of him before he has everything he wants–the wild and intelligent Elena Falcone. Caught up in a complex plot in the world of poisons and gangsters, Elena and Konstantin must overcome many adversaries all whilst dealing with the undeniable connection they share. But not everybody can be trusted and sometimes even those you love are not who they seem.A plot-driven mafia romance, Kingpin's Foxglove ends on a cliffhanger and it sure to leave you wanting more.

    Only a prized possession to be kept in a gilded cage until my father was ready to trade.It was my duty, carved in stone and written in my blood that one day my virtue would be exchanged for an alliance. And now, that day has come.Gian Silvestro, heir to the Silvestro empire, will accept me as his wife and seal my fate with a kiss that holds a thousand promises. But to him, our vows only mean one thing…I am bound to him…and shackled to his hate.

    It is the women determined to tame the bad boys.By tame, we mean stake our claim.

    . . 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.

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    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.

    Mine. If I were a better man, I would've just let her go. But I'm not. I'm a cruel bastard. I ruthlessly claimed her virtue for my own.It should have been enough. But it wasn't. I needed more. Craved it. She became my obsession. Her sweetness and purity taunted my dark soul. The need to possess her nearly drove me mad. A Russian arms dealer had no business pursuing a naive librarian student. She didn't belong in my world. I would bring her only pain. But it was too late…She was mine and I was keeping her.

    In return, I’ll escape my nightmare.Wilder is one of the heirs to a wealthy and secretive family business.But he’s cold. Rough. Ruthless. And now, he’s drowning me in his darkness.I’m trapped in his game, destined to lose. But I don’t play by his rules. Discovering his family’s secrets will give me the upper hand, and eventually, my freedom.Yet the deeper I go, the harder it is to find the light. I should run away; my life depends on it. But I find myself craving his callous desires, his brutal affection. There’s no mistaking it: my husband is a monster.But maybe I am too. Author’s Note: His Brutal Game is the first standalone novel in The Feldman Brothers Series. It contains dark and violent content.

    A bloody and vengeful penance for wrong doing. She was our way to inflict pain and suffering on those who took away what was most important to us. She was supposed to be a no one. Insignificant. She wasn’t supposed to make me smile. She wasn’t supposed to make me laugh. She sure wasn’t supposed to make me feel anything other than hate. She wasn’t supposed to make me love her. She was a means to an end. Now the bloody and vengeful end looks to be mine. Because it now comes down to love or loyalty and it’s on me to decide what reigns absolute; heart or family.

    Name your price.”At twenty-three, you would think I could say no to being traded to the enemy, but that’s not how life works when you grow up in an organized crime family. I consider myself lucky to have grown up at all.Ten years ago, my brother was murdered in the gang war that split the city of St. Adrian down the middle. My family took the South Side, and the North Side went to them. The Gentlemen.Now the leader of the Gentlemen is asking for my help and my father has been nice enough to agree to his terms. In exchange for my sister’s protection, I need to cross the divide and live with the family that killed my brother.Too bad I’ve never been great at playing nice.Nico, Beck and Rush are the enemy. The leaders of the Gentlemen. They’re conceited, lying, murderous assholes and they’re the reason I’ve been trained all my life to cheat, steal, and shoot my way to the top.I’m ready to take them down from the inside. I just hope they don’t get to me first. After all, a truce between two enemies is a promise waiting to be broken.Red Handed is an enemies to lovers contemporary mafia romance where the female main character will end up with multiple love interests by the end of the series. All the characters are in their mid-twenties. There are dark themes and graphic violence, but no bullying or violence toward the main character. This is book one of three.

    Silent like ghosts. Three faceless men with one thing on their mind, revenge.The DancerI was stolen.Ripped from the people I love, and imprisoned in a medieval castle in Scotland with walls as thick and impenetrable as the stone encasing my kidnappers' hearts.Do as they say and you’ll survive this place.Refuse their orders and feel the consequences of their wrath.Everyone here calls them The Masks.I call them my enemy.I may seem fragile, weak, but I’m not like all the rest.I’m not just a dancer, or a singer, or a musician that they can loan out as entertainment to sick men and women.I’m a fighter. I come from a long line of them.This time they stole the wrong girl, and these walls…?They’ll come crashing down even if I have to rip them apart myself, brick by bloody brick.The MasksWe took her.A payment for a debt. A very personal one.With our father “The Collector” dead, we are the heirs to a twisted dynasty with nothing but revenge in our hearts, blood on our hands, and darkness in our souls.Our home bears witness to our cruelty.The prisoners within it, scarred by our wrath.We’re the soulless creatures as twisted as any monster real or imagined.We steal, thieving not just the artist themselves, but the light that makes them shine bright.We must keep up our father’s legacy.We must have revenge.The Dancer we stole is ours to play with. Ours to use.She won’t survive this place.We’ll make sure of it.WARNING: This is a dark, contemporary, reverse harem romance for adult readers, and contains graphic sex scenes and violence. It is not for the feint of heart.