Chloe's life changes forever when her mother marries a wealthy man, but neither realizes she is marrying into a corrupt Italian mafia family. Moving into their estate brings Chloe face-to-face with her new stepbrother, Santino. He hates her on principle. The fact that she is moving into the room right across the hall makes her an intruder in his world, and he isn't shy about letting her know it. Her presence is a distraction Santino can't ignore. Whether he's blasting music or bringing women home, he's constantly aware of her across the hall, and that loss of control infuriates him. A man who handles his demons with violence, Santino's fuse only gets shorter with her nearby. Their bond is a cycle of explosive bickering and mutual loathing-a match held to a powder keg that's bound to blow. Then there's Rudy, Santino's best friend. Rudy doesn't want Chloe out of the house-he just wants her. To him, she's innocent, tiny, and hot, but it's her attitude he can't wait to see break. He's a man waiting for his moment while the chaos between the step-siblings unfolds. But Chloe has a secret. Will she drop her innocent act and show these men she knows more than both of them combined-including in bed? Will Rudy break her attitude and have her, or will Santino's explosive temper finally break her, proving that he'd rather destroy his stepsister than ever let her in? I'll give you a hint... neither wins, because she belongs to both.

Synopsis: Her parents raised her to save lives. He was born to take them. At twenty-three, Dr. Evangeline James has her dream job and a haunted heart. One of Manhattan's youngest pediatric surgeons, she spends her days stitching up children and her nights keeping her demons in check. Raised under her parents' strict Southern roof-with gospel in her ears and shame stitched into her spine-Evangeline ran to New York for more than ambition. She came for air. For control. For secrets. She never expected to find him-a man bleeding to death behind a dumpster in the freezing cold, clutching a gun like it was a lifeline. One look into those brutal, obsidian eyes and Evangeline knew: this man was not a victim. He was a threat. And somehow, she still brought him home. He said his name was Lorenzo DeLuca. She knew it belonged to a monster. Not just a mafia prince-but the heir to the DeLuca empire. A man carved from violence and baptized in blood. A man who's used to getting what he wants-and now he wants her. Lorenzo is sin in human form. dark silk, loaded guns, and soft-spoken commands. He makes promises that sound like threats and touches her like she's already his. He says he'll protect her from his world-but his world is made of bodies, betrayal, and war. And Evangeline? She's no saint. What begins as a mercy spirals into a dangerous obsession. He's possessive. Unforgiving. Addicted. And the deeper Evangeline falls into Lorenzo's shadows, the more she questions everything-her morals, her loyalties, even her own pleasure. Because nothing about this is holy. Nothing about him is safe. But God, she craves him anyway. And she might not survive what loving him will cost.

[UNEDITED/ DRAFT] New edited version now available for purchase on various platforms-check the links in my bio! "The Angel and The Royal Devil" 🖤 "If he doesn't stop staring at you in five seconds, I'll fuck you against this table and you'll come while locking eyes with him." I sucked in a breath, my eyes widening in disbelief as I confronted his impassive expression. He meant business, and there was no denying it. "Five," he declared, his gaze fixed on Joseph, who showed no sign of backing down, continuing to stare at me. "Four." "Stop fucking staring at me, Jo!" I slammed my hands on the table in frustration, my breath hitching and shallow, head spinning at the idea of Salvo taking me in front of a crowd. "Three," Salvo hushed, Joseph's gaze remaining steadfastly fixed on me. "Two." "Please, Joseph," I pleaded. He didn't shift his gaze from me, nor did he blink. "One." Before I could breathe, Salvo lifted me up, my face right in front of Joseph. My ass pointed at Salvo, making things a bit edgy. I held onto the table, feeling the tension. A sneaky grin appeared on Jo's face as Salvo forcefully ripped my gown. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Haunted by a psycho stalker for three years, Luna Percy's life darkens when she falls for notorious mafia leader Salvo Ambrose aka The Royal Devil. Both the stalker and Salvo are consumed by an intense obsession and possessiveness towards her. Their romance reveals shocking truths: her father's murderer, her rapist, and her stalker's identity. In this twisted tale of love and betrayal, there are no heroes-just morally grey men and villains. This dark story may trigger some readers. Reached #1 in psycho, psychokiller #1 in eroticromance, #1 in hotboys, #1 in mafiaromance, #1 in dark romance

Some devils don't come in flames. They come in shiny suits and dark eyes. And once you enter his world, the only way out is through him.

𝐁 𝐎 𝐎 𝐊 𝟏 𝐁 𝐖 𝐖 𝐌 𝐃 𝐔 𝐀 𝐋 𝐏 𝐎 𝐕 ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ "𝐇𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐈'𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫, 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ She's a middle type of girl. A mix of both worlds, surviving off of a small part-time library job. An encounter with the wrong people in an alleyway leads her into learning things about her past. Adding to the confusion, there's only one person with the answers to her questions. The mafia is a dangerous and cruel world. Sin reeking off of every member. Valentina's worse, she just hasn't realized it yet. She's been stuck with a wicked man for a while now and she's managed to learn things from that time. Things that'll help her survive. The Mafia was never new to him. It's all he's ever known, the Italian mafia was crashing down and he had to make a rational decision. All he could do is hope that he doesn't make a huge mistake. ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ "𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟, 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐚." ☆ ☆ ꨄ ꨄ ☆ ☆ 𝐒 𝐓 𝐀 𝐑 𝐓 𝐄 𝐃 ~ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟎𝟑 - 𝟑𝟏 𝐅 𝐈 𝐍 𝐈 𝐒 𝐇 𝐄 𝐃 ~ 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐 - 𝟎𝟖 - 𝟎𝟏

BOOK THREE OF THE BLACK SERIES *this book CANNOT be read as a stand-alone* -- "Get the hell off of me, Lucian," I snapped angrily, smacking the palm of my hands on his muscular back as he carried me out of the club. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" It wasn't until he carried me upstairs and into a VIP room that he set me on my feet. I wobbled from the combination of my heels and the alcohol finally reaching my brain. It didn't stop me from glaring at him, but he just stared back, his eyes blank. As always. He's never been a talker, unlike me. What the hell was he even doing here? "You can't just walk on the dance floor and throw me over your shoulder like a sack of potatoes," I snapped, trying to get passed him. "I'm not a kid anymore, Lucian, okay? I'm not yours to protect - I never have been!" Hearing those words must have triggered him because he snapped. Lucian roughly grabbed me by the waist and pushed me against the cold wall, his body pressed right against mine. My eyes widened in shock and I met his blazing glare, feeling his hand creep up to my hair and twist it in his knuckles. I tried to force the lump down my throat but felt the confidence leave my body. "I can do damn well as I please when I see my woman dancing with a man who would want nothing more than to take her back to his place," he growled out, tilting my head up by my hair. Our lips were almost touching. I suddenly can't breathe. "You're mine, Mia," he spoke, this time his words low and raspy. "You always have been - never fucking forget that."

The gorgeous Jasmine Rose is the king's new employee. She is kind, sweet, and always ready to help others. But in the eyes of the king, Beau Dumont, she was the daughter of a murderer and he was determined to treat her as such. Is there a way to change his heart?

A California writer with a broken routine. A Southern contractor with steady hands and a slower kind of love. When Aeluna moves to Louisville to renovate an old house and find her words again, the last thing she expects is Maverick - patient, grounded, and dangerously intentional. What starts as dust-covered floors and one page a day turns into late-night dinners, back porch confessions, and a man who looks at her like she's already home. But falling in love is easy. Letting yourself be chosen is harder. And Maverick doesn't do anything halfway.

Katie a young college student, finds herself drawn to her father's best friend. What starts innocently soon takes a dark turn as Katie realizes his feelings for her aren't just reciprocated-they're an unhealthy obsession. What initially appeared as desire morphs into a nightmare of manipulation, abuse, and control.. The once-charming man she admired becomes her worst nightmare. And once he has her, he isn't planning on letting her go...

I promised to take care of him until he didn't need me anymore. I made a mistake. I was twenty-two. Just a broke artist with a pair of scissors and a flashlight, hired to be his nanny. I did my best. I built him a sky out of cardboard boxes. I held his hand when the thunder was too loud. I taught him that he didn't have to be alone in the dark. But children grow up. And Silas Vane grew up... different. As the years passed, I started noticing things I couldn't explain. My dates getting cancelled. My debts mysteriously paid off. The feeling of eyes watching me while I slept. I thought I was raising a lonely boy. I didn't realize I was becoming the center of a dangerous obsession. Now, he is a man. A genius who controls everything around him. And he has finally solved the only equation that matters: How to keep me forever.