They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

A Blackwood-Lombardi Novel. A mafia heir and a billionaire's daughter. Aurora Lily Blackwood was never meant to fall for the heir of a mafia empire. Unfortunately...curiosity has always been her greatest weakness. Vincenzo Crown Lombardi was never meant to want the daughter of his father's complicated ally. She was danger wrapped in elegance. Neither expected the other to become their favorite obsession. *Snippet* His dark eyes dragged down my body...slow, hungry and possessive, taking in the way the lace clung to my curves, the deep plunge between my breasts and the slit that revealed far too much leg. His jaw clenched hard. "What are you doing?" His voice low, almost a warning. I smiled, slow and deliberate, walking toward him with measured steps, hips swaying just enough to make the lace shift teasingly. "Enzo..." I purred, stopping right in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating from his body. "Are you scared? I don't bite..." His pupils dilated, breath growing heavier. One large hand flexed at his side like he was fighting the urge to grab me and then the other gripped around his glass tightening almost imperceptibly. "Careful, Aurora," his voice thick with barely restrained hunger, eyes locked on the swell of my breasts. Good. I tilted my head, lips curving. "Or what... Crown?"

For three hundred years, Alaric Wolfe has ruled from his estate on the hill. To the human world he's the billionaire CEO of Wolfe Industries. To the supernatural world, he's the King. Cold, filthy rich, brutal, and cursed to never find his mate. Sienna Hart has hated him for four years. Ever since he bought her father's building, tripled the rent, and then buried him in a loan he could never pay back. She was supposed to drop off the final deed and leave. She was never supposed to bleed on his marble floor and trigger the bond that's been dormant in him for centuries. Now Alaric says she is his. His mate. His human to keep locked in his mansion where no one can ever touch her or scare her again. Everyone in the city knows not to disobey the King. She hates him. She is terrified

Ava Sinclair is desperate. Her father's rare illness is bankrupting her, and time is running out. In a last-ditch move, she joins Velvet Circle-an elite underground agency where powerful men pay fortunes for one night of total control. Xavier Blackwood doesn't do love. He's a billionaire who treats women like transactions: hot, hard, gone by morning. No strings. No repeats. Until Ava steps into his world. One contract. Fifty thousand dollars every time he calls. No feelings. No questions. Just her body on demand. But obsession creeps in fast. His hands can't get enough of her curves. Her moans start sounding like surrender. And the money can't drown out the truth they're both avoiding: What happens when "just sex" becomes something neither can walk away from? A raw, steamy, addictive billionaire romance packed with dominance, possession, and heat that burns everything down.

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 is a man Italy has learned to fear. Ruthless, merciless, and seated at the head of a blood-soaked empire, he has never been known for forgiveness. His unfaithful wife learned that before her death. Now, the only person Dante cares for is his five-year-old son, Matteo. When Matteo needs a nanny, Dante makes his expectations painfully clear. He wants someone he will never look at twice. An old woman. A nun. Anyone incapable of becoming another temporary desire. Then Sister 𝐃𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐡 steps into his mansion. At twenty-one, Delilah has known nothing beyond the walls of the church. Gentle, painfully innocent, and carrying wounds she has been taught to call punishment, she arrives in Italy believing she has been sent to care for a lonely little boy. She knows nothing of the criminal empire surrounding her. Nothing of the blood on Dante Russo's hands. And nothing of the way he looks at her. She was supposed to be invisible to him. Instead, the quiet little nun becomes the only temptation the devil cannot ignore. And Dante Russo has never been a man who denies himself what he wants.

Elera Carter believed in three things: loyalty, hard work, and love. So when she caught her boyfriend in bed with her best friend, something inside her broke. One drunken night later, she made a mistake. She climbed into the lap of a stranger she thought was a male stripper. He wasn't. Caspian - a man whose name carries power in the shadows of the city - is not used to reckless women who aren't afraid of him. Now she has something that belongs to him. And Caspian Valerius always takes back what's his. He calls her kitten. She calls him a storm she should run from. Neither of them plans on falling. But some storms are impossible to escape.

To the world, he was the Black King. To her, he was simply her husband. Azrael Moretti A name that feels almost legendary. Rivals whisper that "Death himself wears the face of Azrael Moretti." Seraphina Rossi A name that felt like a blessing. They said that where Azrael brought darkness, Seraphina carried enough light to challenge even the devil himself. In a world where power is written in blood and loyalty is bought with fear, one ruthless king rules the underworld without mercy. When an arranged marriage binds the feared Azrael Moretti to the gentle Seraphina Rossi, their union becomes far more than a political alliance. As enemies close in and betrayals threaten to destroy everything, obsession slowly replaces indifference, and love blooms in the darkest of places. But in a kingdom built on violence, every heartbeat comes with a price. Some stories begin with "Once upon a time." Theirs begins with, "I now pronounce you husband and wife."

**This is the second book in the Raw Love Story line. Go read Raw Love Vol. I before you read this book!** She was his and he was hers......right? With war pending with the French, it doesn't leave Klarissa with much of Lorenzo's time or patience. He's irritable, distracted, and frustrated which doesn't combine well with the early challenges of marriage. All Klarissa wants is to see more of the man that she fell in love with. However, the French aren't the only ones causing stress in their relationship. Klarissa's family isn't so quick to forget who her husband is. Despite how much Klarissa has tried to unify both sides, no one seems to desire reconciliation. Her family hates him too much and Lorenzo doesn't care enough to try and repair things. Everyone says that marriage is hard, but no one ever said it was going to be this hard! Will their marriage and family fall apart or will their relationship rise to the occasion? Warning: Mature Content/Some examples of self harm/sexual themes!!!

(I plan to start editing Vol. 1 very soon. If you see any obvious errors feel free to comment them. <3) **This is book one of Raw Love** She is warm. She is pure. She is beauty. She is gentle. Klarissa Molina is the definition of sheltered. Since her father is apart of the Spanish Mafia, he knew that he had to protect his daughter from the monsters he works with. Even though she knows little of her fathers business, she does not question her fathers numerous safety demands. She never questions anyone. He is cold. He is dark. He is aggressive. He is angry. Lorenzo Russo is a twenty-seven year-old man who controls the entire Italian Mafia. Despite his young age, he is the most respected and powerful leader the Mafia has seen in years. However, this man does not only demand power in his work, but also in the bedroom. He always gets what he wants, so why even try to fight it. What will happen when he meets her? Has this Mafia boss finally met his match? And will love be enough? Warning: Mature Content/Some examples of self harm/sexual themes!!! Highest Rankings: #3 Italian #5 in Heartbreak #23 in Mob #13 in Sensual #7 in Violent #2 in Spanish #3 in Anger

He grips me by my neck pulling me closer to him. "Do it." He growls low into my ear. My panic is evident. Owen want's me to push him away. He wants me to tell him to bud out of my fucking life...but I-I can't. When I don't say anything he smirks. "If you don't do it everyone here will find out. That you fucked the boss and liked it." He glares at me. Everyone in the room is too busy drinking and dancing to realize how close Owen is to me. To realize that he has his strong arm wrapped around my neck. The fact that my panties are dripping wet with want for him. "I-I don't want to." He gets closer. "Don't fucking play with me Cali. I'm done with your games." He spits out. "I want you Owen!" When my eyes meet his with need he removes his hand and instead pulls me away from the party.... Join Cali on this Erotic Adventure trying to resist Owen Sawyer! [Mature Content🌶🌶🌶]