"Open the door." He says again. I twist the knife in my hand. My first instinct is always to protect myself, to have my guard up at all times. And everything about this man screams danger. It's written into his DNA. I hear him sigh. "I just want to talk."

After finally gaining her freedom, Keira is set off to live on her own out in the open world. Until one night happened to screw it all when she gets entangled with The Mafia Don.

He just kept smiling while shaking his head. "After you, Snowflake," he said, sweeping his hand, but I only growled at him, thoroughly unamused by the name. "Call me Snowflake one more time--" I started, my voice low, but he seemed unfazed by it. "Your death threats are getting stale, do you not think, love?" He asked, emphasizing the last word with a raised eyebrow. When she took on the dare, the last thing she expected was to be captured like a wild animal and brought to a grand palace belonging to one of the three Gordon boys. She certainly didn't expect to play the part of a Protector or to constantly question her emotions for a pair of arrogant, blue eyes. (First installment of the Gordon series. Kendall Gordon's story.) Cover designer: maejestic Highest Ranking: #1 WEREWOLF/ #2 RANDOM