Syn Carnahan thought that the only true darkness around her was in her own head, but after witnessing the horrific murder of her friend, she is pulled into a world that she wished she didn't belong in. A world where every dirty little secret is revealed. A underground world where a wedding band is forced on her finger, married to a man of no morals, after being picked to sit pretty at his side. But nothing is what it seems. • Elias Volkan. A man, Heartless and crazed. He was hell, if there really was one. His desire of revenge burned hot, and nothing could stop him from getting what he wanted. Until getting what he wanted meant striking a deal with a woman, who he believed was nothing more than crazy and spiteful. But as their demons clash, and the desire for each other starts burning hotter then his lust for revenge, they learn that wanting what they couldn't have is deadly. With tension hot, betrayals burning like embers and the many Hidden truths begging to be revealed, Syn will be tested in ways that she couldn't even begin to fathom.

(Book #2 of the Sinners Of Dark Series) She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles. I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous. It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal. I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands. I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept. - preview - "He was quiet for a second, pinning me with his intense gaze. "Don't go looking for trouble you can't handle." "How do you know what I can handle?" I shot back. He raised a brow in question. His voice was soft almost deceiving when he spoke. "You can't handle me, lisichka." "I haven't tried." "You won't get the chance."

[MAJOR EDITING] Aside from her breathtaking beauty and desirable personality the young spy Isabella Garcia is far from lovely. She's intelligent, dangerous, deadly, and positively any villain's worst nightmare. She's placed on a mission going undercover to win the trust and love of the most feared Don, Lorenzo Russo. Only to take down the powerful mafia he's built from nothing. She's determined to take down the handsome, cold, arrogant boss regardless of the tempting lustful desires. ...Or so she thought after one night takes a turn leading the original plan through stressful obstacles. What will happen when the hate and pretending between the two turns into forbidden love? Who will Isabella betray at the end, her agency or her love? ______ His hand remains on the back of my neck, the cold glass brushing my lips, and I drink. The bitter, acidic, tart fruit flavor overpowering the sweet cake. Lorenzo's light eyes darken with fierce, anger as he watches me swallow the wine then finally parting the glass away from my mouth. The cup almost shattering in his hold before letting it go onto the wooden table. His thumb grazed my lips, staining red with the leftover wine. He scans his finger then brings it to his mouth, his blazing look remaining back on me. My stomach is twisting. My universe is spinning with insanity. He speaks low so only we can hear, "Try that again Isabella and I'll have you wishing I poison you." Started 3/5/21

Rya McCoy had it all.... except a good sex life. College was supposed to be the most exciting time of your life, but for Rya, she deemed it as the most important. The stress of her degree and being the best took over her world until she found herself in another. She didn't mean to waltz into a BDSM club, just as much as she didn't mean to get the ride of her life from her long-time arch nemesis, Christopher Knowles, but she did. And she couldn't help but crave for more. Two enemies. One deal. But a single promise: no one falls in love. _____ B O O K 2 O F T H E P L E A S E M E S E R I E S : 1 - Teach Me to Please 2 - Promise Me to Please _____ W A R N I N G T H I S S T O R Y C O N T A I N S : ❤︎ sexual/mature content ❤︎ explicit language ❤︎ alcohol consumption ❤︎ mild violence ❤︎ BDSM _____ H I G H E S T R A N K I N G S : 1 #enemies 1 #oppositesattract 2 #enemieswithbenefits 2 #goldengirl 2 #secretadmirer 3 #goldenboy _____ S T A R T E D - 14/04/2022 C O M P L E T E D - ? ? ?

Warning: Mature Audiences Only!! -Strong Sexual Content -R-rated language -Adult situation This book is a ROMANCE, no matter how terrifying it may look at first. *** DESCRIPTION *** "I'll fucking slit your throat, you lying cunt. I don't have to burn you alive, I'll murder you with my own bare hands. I'll enjoy it, too. Laugh my ass off while you drown in your own blood, you're worthless and pathetic." He spat, his body shaking with uncontrollable rage. I felt my windpipes being crushed, tears welded in my eyes as I choked. I gasped for air, "well...someone d-didn't eat breakfast this morning. You're just Cuckoo for Coco P-Puffs." His massive hands tightened around my throat, shaking my body violently as his knuckles turned white with force, his beautiful face turned completely sinister with anger. Black spots darted in my vision, consuming my sight as they grew. My head started to feel light and airy as I began choking to death. His voice shook with rage, "What. Are. You." He seethed. His red eyes wide with fury. "I'm Batman." I choked, as I blacked out. *** 18 years ago, a baby girl was born, but she was born frail and weak. Her bones were delicate, and her heart could not beat on its own. The doctors told the mother that she would surely die within hours of her birth. Her mother prayed for something, anything to save her baby. The Devil answered. He saved her baby, and granted her the favor of life. With the mark of the Devil himself, branded into the smooth flesh of her skin. She had been claimed by the Devil, her fate sealed by the scar. But everyone knows... The Devil always comes to collect. ***

"What do you mean they're 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘦 ?" I ask, feeling like my world has been slowed to a stop. I feel like she's not even making sense. This doesn't make any sense. We just talked to them. "They're not gone. They said they were going home." The third installment in Ice.