Nicholas Salvatore the heir to the Salvatore's throne. Born with a diamond spoon in his mouth, he basically had everything in the palm of his hand. A player with the body of a Greek God and face liked a model, the new Don changed women like they were his toys. His hands scarred from murders, dangers lingered wherever he went, his aura had everyone feared his presence. What happened when he met his match? The first woman he wanted but couldn't have. Anastasia Rayne was born to be a killing machine of her father. Trained to seduce and murder since before she even knew what lipstick was, she was a mafia princess after all. The goddess with a figure of an hour glass and eyes that bewitched every guys under her spell. She came to England for a mission under her father command with a perfect plan under her sleeves. A plan that crumbled the moment she met a pair of grey eyes. • book two of the Salvatore's series (can read as a stand-alone) • all images in the book don't belong to me, credit to the rightful owners • cover by @myyyraaa_

Alexis Adler has always trusted her eyes. As a forensic sketch artist, she's spent a decade turning fractured witness memories into faces the police can hunt. She's good at it, better than good, until the night she watches her own sister die through a rain-streaked window and can't draw the killer's face at all. Not because she didn't see him. Because what she saw doesn't add up. The detective assigned to the case is convinced Alexis is hiding something. Her therapist thinks grief is distorting her memory. And the sketch she finally produces, three days later, in a trembling, unsteady hand, matches no one on earth. Except it matches someone in her own past, a face she buried the same year she buried her mother. As Alexis digs into the one memory she can't trust, she uncovers a string of unsolved deaths stretching back fifteen years, each one witnessed by someone who saw the impossible and was told they imagined it. Now she has to decide whether to trust her own eyes, or accept that the thing she saw was never meant to be believed. Because in this town, the last thing you see is rarely the truth. It's just all you're allowed to remember. _________________________________________ [Completed] [Mature]