She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

"He is my drug, addiction, rehab and the only antidote to cure this irrevocable sickness running through my veins" She'd always had a one track mind: Find the perfect husband. It shouldn't have been hard, she was everything a made man wanted. She was the daughter of the Capo, docile and polite, undisputedly beautiful and the girl every man wanted. Even from the early ages of her youth she had been tagged as elite wife material. Aurora Cremonesi was a name that was everywhere. The whispered words of the mythological legend her beauty created were echoed from every corner of the underworld. The untouchable Mafia Principessa was a modern day Psyche. There was only one man in the Underworld who didn't want her, or to know anything of this abstract belle. Vincenzo Salvatore. The most infamous playboy on the East Coast and heir to The New York Borgata. He had acquired her hand through the need to protect his syndicate and that's all the beloved Cremonesi girl would be to him: a business deal. It was done. The year Aurora would turn eighteen she would wed Vincenzo and become his wife. But when the four years of waiting are up and Vincenzo returns for his Principessa she is gone. Replace by a woman with hateful, serpentine eyes and a heart so cold you'd freeze to death before getting the chance to thaw it. He hadn't spared her a glance all those years ago but now, The Evil Queen he'd take home with him piqued his interest. He wanted her. She hated him. So he'd sworn to break her. To delve into her past and find out why she hated him, why the Princess turned to the dark side and she vowed to kill him. Slowly. To make everyday they shared a bed the nightmare of his life. But in a world dominated by men, what would become of a Queen who'd lost her King? BOOK I OF SERPENTS AND SAVIOURS MAFIA CHRONICLES (can be read as a stand-alone)