Trigger Warnings: some erotic spanking, light consensual power exchange but not necessarily BDSM. Gun violence, fist fighting. Mention of sexual assault in the distant past that is not described in any detail or used as a tool for character growth. John has a hidden talent. With a little focus, he can see up to thirty seconds into the future and glimpse what is about to happen around him. He's used this ability to make a name for himself as a bodyguard that always keeps his clients one step ahead of danger. When he's hired by a rumored crime boss for the night, he hopes for an easy gig. What he gets is the start of a completely unexpected obsession that grips his heart and doesn't let go. Ambrose is a man with a purpose. He knows what he wants from life and gets it through patient planning and bloody work. On the night he is scheduled to take over and absorb one of the smaller crime families in the city, he hires a third-party security consultant that he heard about through the grapevine, John Finch. When John turns out to be anything but ordinary, Ambrose finds himself engrossed in the pursuit of a love unlike any other. Kinks: obsession kink, praise kink, a little bit of 'daddy' used as a term during sex, dominance/ownership kink inside the bedroom, gape kink.

Andy realizes the hard way that he's too pretty for prison. Unfortunately he's already caught the eye of the most dangerous inmate in Third Block. [COMPLETE] Warning: Dark Romance, Obsession, Prison

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK