[A dark mafia romance] I wear his name like a scar. Alessandro Rossi stole everything from me; my freedom, my future, the lie I told my father to keep him alive. He thinks I'm a tool to be used, a bride to be displayed, a Fraga to be broken. He thinks the ring on my finger means I belong to him. He's wrong. Every cage has a weakness. Every monster has a wound that won't heal. And I've spent enough time in the dark to know exactly where to sink the knife. When I'm done, he won't just lose me. He'll lose everything. [Book 1 in the Sins of the City series.]

[A dark mafia romance] He's her enemy. Her obsession. And the only man who has the power to destroy her. ⌯⁍⌯⁍⌯⁍ My name is Frank Monroe, and I am the most dangerous woman in Chicago. Not because I kill, but because I make it legal. I'm the lawyer the Irish mob calls when the evidence is stacked and the verdict looks like a coffin. I've never lost a case. I've never left a witness. And I've never forgiven the man who murdered my father in cold blood. His name is Theodore Pierce, and he's the reason I became this. He thinks he's untouchable. He thinks twenty years of silence means I've forgotten. He's wrong. I've been sharpening this blade since I was nine years old. I'm inside his world now. I'm breathing his air. I'm waiting for the perfect moment to slit his throat and walk away clean. But there's a problem. Hector Pierce. The Underboss. Theodore's nephew. The most lethal man in a family of killers. He's possessive. Relentless. And from the moment we meet, he decides I belong to him. He doesn't know who I really am. He doesn't know his uncle's blood is on my list. He just knows I'm hiding something behind my sharp suits and sharper tongue. He's determined to unravel me. I'm determined to destroy everything he loves. We can't both win. Someone has to burn. [Book 2 in the Sins of the City series.]

[A dark mafia romance] She survived her mother's poison. She survived her father's murder. Now Rosa Nera must survive the crown he left behind. As the new Donna of Kansas City's most powerful crime family, Rosa rules with a steel fist wrapped in black velvet. But the wolves are circling-a rival Russian faction wants her territory, her own underboss wants her in his bed, and someone in her inner circle wants her dead. Then she catches him watching. Konstantin-a line cook in her restaurant, standing in the shadows as she executes a traitor. He should be a loose end. A problem to eliminate. But there's something in his eyes. Dark and utterly unafraid. And when she looks at him, she doesn't see a witness. She sees someone she wants to own. She doesn't kill him. She offers him a job as her personal chef. Brings him into her home. Keeps him close. Too close. What Rosa doesn't know is that the man in her kitchen isn't who he says he is. Konstantin has no memory, no past, and no name. Just hands that cook like a chef and move like a killer. And what Konstantin doesn't remember could destroy them both. Because someone killed her father. Someone is poisoning her Capos against her. And someone is watching from the shadows, waiting for the Donna to fall. In a world of betrayal and blood oaths, the only thing more dangerous than an enemy at your gate is the man sleeping in your bed. And Rosa Nera has never been good at playing safe. (Previously titled : Casino Queen) [Book 4 in the Sins of the City series.]

[A dark mafia romance] My mother's blood paved the way for their perfect little fucking life. They built their castle on the ruins of everything they stole from me, turned my suffering into the price of their goddamn happiness. I was left in the dark, forgotten, like my pain was just some necessary sacrifice for their bliss. But now, it's fucking payback. They'll bleed for every stolen second, every shattered dream, every ounce of dignity they ripped from me. Their laughter will be drowned in their own screams, their city will choke on the blood I spill, and their world will burn under the weight of my wrath. I am Titus fucking Minetti, king of the East Coast. And I don't just rise from the ashes. I fucking own them. [Book 3 in the Sins of the City series.]