Book 1 in the Sins of the City series. ✯✯✯ 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 4 in the Sins of the City series. ✯✯✯ 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐀 My father used to say this city runs on three things: fear, faith, and fresh-baked bread. He supplied two of them. And me? I'm in the laundering business. Money, not linen. They tried to poison my father. I drank his wine. They tried to burn us down. I got the family business and the third-degree memories. Now, I run the most opulent casino in Kansas City. I'm quiet. I'm polite. A respected pillar of the community. But cross me, and you'll find out real quick that elegance is just a prettier kind of violence. 𝐊𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐓𝚰𝐍 My past is a black hole. I woke up with blood under my nails, a head full of static, and this art on my skin that tells a story I can't read. The scars on my body were a map of wars I don't remember fighting. These hands... they know things. Violent things. But now, they dice onions. They julienne carrots. I am just Konstantin. A ghost in the kitchen. They say hell is only a block away from heaven... but I carry the inferno in my skull.

𝙒𝙃𝙀𝙉 𝙇𝙊𝙑𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙀𝙏𝙍𝘼𝙔𝘼𝙇 𝘼𝙍𝙀 𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙉𝘿 𝘽𝙔 𝙁𝘼𝙏𝙀, 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙊𝙉𝙇𝙔 𝙌𝙐𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉 𝙄𝙎: 𝙒𝙃𝙊 𝙒𝙄𝙇𝙇 𝙎𝙏𝙍𝙄𝙆𝙀 𝙁𝙄𝙍𝙎𝙏? ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ┈ ཐི ❤︎ ‬ཋྀ Over the course of humanity's time on this earth, we often retreat into reflection of all that was. We tend to examine where we've gone wrong, what we've achieved, and what lessons we might have think we've learned. Some might even hope that by looking back, we can prevent ourselves from repeating the mistakes of the past. Yet... we contradict ourselves, giving rise to the familiar adage: history repeats itself. For centuries, two souls have been ensnared by a curse. Fates entwined in ways neither can escape. One must always betray. One must always kill. The Order has long hunted these two souls, for theirs is the only altered DNA capable of powering an ancient relic, which is an artifact born of an even older tale: the story of The River. And when these cursed souls meet again, unaware of the history they've shared, the cycle begins anew. Old wounds ache with fresh pain. Trust dissolves like smoke. Passion flares into pure chaos, threatening to consume them both. He's the curse. 𝘚𝘩𝘦'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘦𝘺. But together, they are the downfall of their own 𝗖𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗡𝗘𝗦𝗦. ཐི ❤︎ ‬ཋྀ #1 in interesting #1 in government #2 in loverstoenemies

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆. · · ─ · ♡ · ─ · · Liliana Quinn was raised to be the perfect doll. In Ridgewood, a small town shrouded in secrecy, obedience was a way of life for girls like her. She followed the rules of The Solace Institute-a place that shaped girls into flawless women, loyal wives, and nothing more. But what Liliana didn't know was that The Solace Institute wasn't just a school. It was part of something far larger. She was part of something far larger. She was their project. A project she knew nothing about. But when her arranged marriage takes her to New York, Liliana's carefully constructed world turns upside down. Her fiancé isn't who he seems, and she falls into the hands of Ricco Russo-a devil who wants nothing more than to corrupt her perfect innocence. Trapped in his dangerous world, Liliana must confront the lies that shaped her life and decide if she'll remain their creation-or break free. · · ─ · ♡ · ─ · · 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 - 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 - 𝑴𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 - 𝑬𝒙𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 - 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 - 𝑽𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒂𝒏 - 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑

𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐌'𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 She's the city's top model. Seen by everyone. Known by no one. She survives by keeping her past sealed tight- every bruise, every secret, every ugly truth locked behind elegance and restraint. Her life is a performance, and she never misses a step. Until she slips... ...and falls straight into the orbit of the man she was taught to despise most. One reckless act- done under the guise of a false persona- sets something irreversible in motion. A line is crossed. A fire is sparked. And the illusion of distance between them shatters. That night leaves her with a hangover, and a realization she can't escape. You don't have to die to go to hell. Some men bring it right to you. He is power without conscience. A presence felt more than seen. The devil everyone fears. She is a mess dressed in designer. A voice that refuses to be silenced. The angel everyone envies. Logic says they should never align. That their worlds, their loyalties, and their sins are fundamentally opposed. Nexum says there couldn't be a better fit. 𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱𝐱 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 @xplicitlyvenus 2025, all rights reserved

"Look at me when you lie." His voice didn't rise. It didn't have to. "If you're gonna insult my intelligence, at least have the decency to look me in the fucking eye." Evangeline Summers wasn't made for this world- where silence is a weapon, and submission isn't requested. It's taken. She didn't volunteer. Her father handed her over like a signed debt. And Kenji Tanaka collected. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't repeat himself. He speaks in commands disguised as questions- and touches like he's confirming damage he already caused. Eva was never taught how to survive men like him. Only how to be polite while they take. "Tell me what you're hiding." She stayed silent. He smiled. Just enough teeth. "Don't make me drag it out of your skin." Now, she has two options: Play the part. Or get eaten alive by it. Because Kenji isn't just the devil in the room. He built it. "You keep fighting the knots like you got somewhere better to be." He growled, breath hot against her skin. "Go ahead. Make me tighten them." And he's about to teach her: Pain isn't punishment. It's permission.