To the world Jadalyn Blackwood is her father's crown jewel...A flawless ballerina spinning under the bright stage lights, trapped in a perfect glass box. But Jadalyn knows the truth. Ever since her mother died and her father brought home a woman and her two golden child siblings, Jadalyn has been nothing more than an afterthought. A pretty prop used to maintain the family's public image. Then comes Alessio Petrov. To the public eye Alessio is a reckless chaotic playboy who couldn't care less about the underworld hierarchy. He was supposed to be the Bratva's second-in-command, a position he treated like a joke. But in a bloodbath that shocked the criminal underworld, the bratva had dismantled the Italian mafia from the inside out, stepping over the bodies of his enemies and he had claimed the title as Don for himself. Alessio didn't crash into Jadalyn's life by accident. He knows the rot hidden beneath her father's empire and he intends to use the lonely ballerina as the ultimate weapon of ruin. His plan is simple: snatch her away from her family, use her to get close to the blackwoods tear them apart from inside to out. But as he pulls Jadalyn into his dark orbit, the act begins to slip. --- "You should've never let me get this close Jadalyn, because now that I've tasted your light i'm never going back to the dark."

Alessandro Morino. The third son to Don Dominaco. Being raised in this life isn't easy nor is it for the weak. For him it's perfect because a natural demon, a pure savage who will do whatever he deems necessary. Alessandro never thought of a future in the way most people do consequences of his duty to his family but when he meets the District Attorney's Assistant Avalon Heights it drives him even more crazy then he already is. With immobilizing secrets, threats from every corner, and chemistry so hot it could blow up Alessandro's estate how will these two ever fare in each other's path? "And here I thought you forgot about me." Laying on her back her long hair splays across the edge of the foot of the bed. Directly I stand over her with my crotch right in front of her face. "You plague my mind every second of the day. There's no forgetting you sweetheart, though you haven't been acting like one much lately." She rolls to her stomach to then grip my thighs. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about." Using the grip of my thighs she pulls herself to her knees. French tipped nails graze across my chest. The look in her eyes tells me how haywire she is. Frenzied and ready for me to be inside of her. Too bad for her I still haven't had my fill of playing with her yet. Once I do I'll give her every single thing she wants.

Valentin Petrov saw Inaya Singh once and never recovered from it. One year ago, he walked into a tiny flower shop trying to buy flowers for his mother in silence away from the chaos of his life. Instead, he found her. A girl with stained fingertips from arranging roses, soft music playing in the background and a smile so gentle it made something dangerous inside him go completely still. And ever since that day, Valentin has been obsessed and not the fleeting kind of obsession, the terrifying kind. The kind that has him memorizing her routine without meaning to, sitting in a blacked-out car across the street at midnight just to make sure she locked the shop safely, the kind that has him collecting pieces of her life like secrets. Her favorite tea order, the books she reads during slow afternoons, the fact she hums quietly when she's nervous. He keeps telling himself he's protecting her but deep down, Valentin knows the truth. He's a man starving for something he can never have. Because Inaya exists in warmth and light while Valentin was raised in violence. His surname is feared across entire countries, bodies follow his family's footsteps and if Inaya ever discovered who he truly was, what he's done or what the Petrov name actually means, she would look at him with fear instead of the softness he's gotten so used to. So what happens when the bratva pakhan falls for the girl who owns a little flower shop not knowing how bad the world could really get?

He was the boy who left to save her and the man who came back ruined. Cold when he shouldn't be, silent when all she wants is for him to talk to her, Dominico Cruz learned young that loving someone means losing them. So he left first. He always leaves first. But her? Katerina Petrov was never someone you could leave behind. She was fire and fury and loyalty sharp enough to cut throats, she loved like a war and hated like a storm, and he was the only man who ever survived both. "You don't get to leave me again and call it love, Dominico. That's not love. That's cowardice." He would burn cities for her, kill kings for her, destroy himself for her, but the one thing he can't do is stay, because he believes loving him is a death sentence. She thinks he abandoned her. He thinks he's protecting her. And neither of them realizes they're destroying each other in the process. In whatever is between the world they've been born in, love isn't gentle. It's possession, sacrifice, blood and worst of all...Brutal. And the most dangerous thing in Dominico Cruz's life was never his enemies. It was always her.

Milo loves sex, parties and alcohol. He adores the thrill of being young, wild and mateless. He has witnessed his family and friends find their mates, settling down and living happily ever after. But this has never appealed to Milo. He wants to be a free spirit forever. That's until Milo's mate walks in on him at a sex party. Not only is Milo getting fucked into oblivion by another male but the mate-bond he refused to believe even existed is now shattering around him. He's never known such heartbreak for someone he's never met before and now he's convinced it is broken beyond repair. Nate already has enough to worry about and now he's faced with the pain of seeing his mate being intimate with someone else. Someone that isn't him. The memory forever engraved into his mind. With both of them battling silent insecurities, they struggle to understand how they could ever possibly work out their issues when their lives are so fundamentally different. Can Milo and Nate sort through their differences to give each other a chance at true love? 18+

[A SWEET MAFIA ROMANCE] Nicole thought that her life would be easy now after she left behind all the memories of an awful night, which led to an unexpected tribulation in her life. She moved into a new city trying to forget the inexplicable incident that happened with her. Little did she know that she can never escape from it because the devil will always find her. No matter how hard she tries to get away from him. He was meant to be her medicine but he turned out to be a Slow Poison. ------------------------------------- I hear his hoarse voice bringing me back from the daze as he growls in between the kisses. "You have no idea how dangerous it can be..." He says with his lips going down to the area just above my breast, he sucks in desperately, squeezing my ass gently, making me whimper in bliss. I clutch to his shirt, trying to hold my body from collapsing. "Careful...You are messing with the devil, Cole." He doesn't let me breathe for a minute as he starts attacking me with his open-mouthed kisses all the way back. Rapture succumbs me as I feel his lips again on my neck, traveling higher. I breathe heavily, unable to maintain my composure while being acquainted with this unfamiliar sensation. His lips reach my ear as he gently nibbles my earlobe. "You know why people call me the devil?" His breath fanning over my ear. "It's not because I am a sinner." His harsh breath comes out in pants, showing me how equally he is affected as he continues. "It's because I am capable of making innocent people commit sins." WARNING: Contains strong language, sexual descriptions and scenes which might be uncomfortable for some readers such as depiction of illegal occupations, drug dealing, use of weapons, blood and killing. Read at your own risk. Also, I have no claim over the pictures used in the story. They are taken from internet.

They were never meant to trust each other. Let alone bleed beside one another. Elena Corsi is a strategist, a cold-blooded heir to one of Italy's most ruthless mafia legacies. She's never needed backup, and she certainly doesn't want it, not from a Russian, and especially not from Aleksander Petrov. He's the Bratva's second in command. Silent. Brutal. And impossible to read. Sent by Giovanni Moretti to "assist" her in training the next generation of soldiers and to stabilize the Italian mafia after it's new take over, Aleksander is everything Elena hates, detached, arrogant, and unreadably dangerous. He doesn't respect her rules. She doesn't care for his silence. But with the old families rising, alliances fracturing, and a target growing on both their backs, Elena and Aleksander are forced into uneasy proximity. Between training sessions, strategic meetings, and the looming chaos of the annual mafia ball, tensions crackle and control slips. Because loyalty is currency in their world-and attraction? It's a liability neither of them can afford. But when bullets start flying, and betrayal hides behind familiar faces, the real question isn't who they can trust... It's whether they'll survive long enough to figure out what they really are to each other.

Ezra Mickaya, Lycan, and soon-to-be alpha. He is sunshine and happiness personified. Nothing is too hard or too complicated for him to handle. He is ready to take on the next stage of his life, and at 24 he is ready for a mate. Optimistic. Hopeful. Excited. Three words to describe how he felt before he met his fated match. Broken. Worthless. Forgotten. Three words to describe how he felt after he met his fated match. Ezra is the oldest of six children, which means he keeps a lot to himself. Including the heartbreak of a rejection. Yet he somehow found his way to move forward even if he continued to suffer in silence. Ezra has fully convinced himself that he is meant to live this long life completely alone. After the rejection, nothing felt good to him anymore. No longer did he sleep with random men. Or want a meaningless relationship. Ezra truly believed that this life was his to live alone... Or was it? Will Ezra finally get the love story he's wanted since he was a kid?

"You're going to let me fuck you like a good girl?" he asks and leans down, "Because you are, aren't you? A good girl?" . . . Elena Amoretto has always been smitten by the one and only, Ares Aetos. For three years, she's adored him from afar. Admiring the god of war and falling deeper into her obsession. While Ares can't seem to stand her. Where she's infatuated with him, he merely acknowledges her existence. While being the center of the spotlight herself. As the front woman of the rising band Icarus, Elena has to face the world while struggling with anxiety. To make matters worse, Ares is the drummer of the band rivaling hers, Dopamine. And just as fate would have it, his band and hers are touring together. She's supposed to hate him. But how could she? When all she does is drown in the blue of his eyes and willingly dies at the ruthless hands of Ares? The god of war who brings her down on her knees while she blissfully falls into his melancholy.

Ambrose Mickaya thought he was doing the right thing. Thought that waiting years before claiming his mate was best for both of them. But he was wrong. His mate wasn't how he remembered him, his pack wasn't how he remembered it either. Danger lurked where joy used to be. Violence, destruction, and pain now flooded his mate. There's only one person to blame...himself. Now, at twenty-five, Ambrose will do whatever he can to win his mate back. His big...burly...vicious mate back. Ambrose's morals, wants, and needs are constantly questioned. Winning his mate back will cost him, himself. It'll be painful, it'll be toxic, it'll be everything Ambrose had ever wanted. -------------------------------------- THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE! Book number 6 in the Alpha Series