Con Artist (noun): a person who cheats or tricks others by persuading them to believe something that is not true. The Scene: New York City 1926 The Girl: Claire Manor knows little about the world outside of her tenement slum. However, she's sure of one thing, the dazzling life of a liberated young woman in the 20s. But she can only fantasize about the dresses, booze, and glamour because her duty is to help her widowed mother make ends meet. The Opportunity: One night she goes to a speakeasy and engages in a risky act. Soon after, she is caught by a mysterious man, Leonardo Bendino, who offers her the chance to experience the world of wit and art as her mentor. The Problem: Claire begins to fall for the handsome and arrogant mentor while realizing how dangerous conning can be. There's a reason why con artists are so exclusive and Claire is about to find out what it takes To Become A Con Artist. *I do not own any of the images. Images in this story are copyright to their respectful owners. *COMPLETED

**[AVALIBLE ON KINDLE + AMAZON IN PAPERBACK AND EBOOK 1/10/2025]** Running from the captivity of an unrelenting sinister past, Lacy Summers falls prey to the fierce and mysterious forces of ex-con, Johann Silvetti. Unable to control their lust, she's thrust into his world of sin. As the addiction becomes dangerous, she finds herself battling between fighting for freedom and surrendering to her desires... Previously known as 'The Criminal'.

MATURE CONTENT When it came to her job she loved it. Getting wined and dined by rich businessmen who needed a companion, as well as gaining a hefty amount of money in return for her time. She had one rule, no sexual contact with clients. She'll soon come to realize that this rule will be harder than originally thought upon meeting her new client; the brooding dom that wanted nothing more than to tie her up and bend her to his will. * "I am an escort, not a prostitute!" She smacked his hand away from where it was placed on her upper thigh. He smirked, he loved the way her eyes widened and her mouth parted every time he grazed her skin. He enjoyed teasing her, to see how far he could tempt her before she gave in. So far, she had been the most unwilling woman he had met, making him want her even more. "I know what you are, gattina." His voice was low as he watched the blood rush to her cheeks. "I do not fuck my clients!" She flustered as she snatched her handbag from the side of her chair with trembling hands before abruptly standing, giving him another view of her tight body. "My time with you ended an hour ago, you're here by your own will. And, I am not paying you," he stated calmly as she stilled. A blush rising along her cheeks. He knew one way or another he'd make her his new sub, and he would cherish the ground she walked on.

Blue Pierce, freshly eighteen, had come to realise one thing; those around her were driven only by a want for money. What she had never accounted for was the lengths her parents would take to get it. Or the fact that her only escape from an arranged marriage would be a secret affair with her father's boss -- dark, brooding, hot as a bitch in heat... and twice her age.