A Curse of Blood and Stone is a fantasy novel that takes you along the main characters journey of learning whether self preservation and vengeance, is more important than forgiveness, love and stoping a war. - A fae female who has been imprisoned by her own mother and is kept underneath the castle in her animal form. Being controlled and forced to kill over and over again for her mother's enjoyment, and living in a place where she is feared and hated by all. - An orphaned fae Prince who is being forced to find a wife by his uncle, the King to secure their line of succession if the upcoming war ends badly. - And finally, a fae General, who is dedicated to saving his kingdom and whose demons keep him from believing in love or believing he deserves it. But one thing connects these three characters, there is a war coming. Between the Kingdom of Silliera and the Kingdom of Roverra. A Prince and his General, who are hell bent on destroying the fae-shifter who leaves mutilated corpses on their border for them to find. Messages from the Queen that her army is coming, once again. The last time, she won and she almost destroyed Silliera. But now things could be different. Because she has a daughter who has to decide whether the hatred she feels for her mother is more powerful than the fear of being controlled by her. She has so allies. She has no freedom. She has no one but herself.

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.