When Ivy Lancaster, a young and successful publisher, saves a family farm in an old rundown town, her life is flipped on its axis. Her charity puts her on the radar of the man who runs all of Sin Sity. His gang has had the city on lockdown for years, and he's at the heart of it all. And now, she's been pulled into this life too. One she never expected. The one she'd only read about in books. Alongside him and his bestfriend, she'll have to learn how to survive this new life she's been pulled into. Or go back to the mundane, calm life at her desk. And she's not sure which is worse. **** I know I shouldn't. I know I should be disgusted by the thought of his hands on me. He is a killer. He's psychotic. He's forcing me to be here. And yet, I can't make myself pull away. I can't tell him to stop. Sin's fingers dip lower, playing with the lace barely covering my skin. I throw my head back against his chest, his gun still digging into my back. My eyes catching Arrows again. He hasn't moved. But his fists clench at his sides. And I wonder what it would feel like to have him pressed against my front with Sin at my back. God, what the fuck, Ivy? Why am I letting this happen? "I know you're wet for me, baby girl." Sin murmurs into my ear. "Wet for us." 'Fuck, I'm screwed' I think as Sin's fingers slip under my panties.

Jude Barrow is a black belt in karate―fiery, temperamental, with a tendency to talk back . . . even to her kidnappers. After her mother is taken, Jude stumbles into the Underground, where the Mafia hide beneath New Orleans. She has no choice but to trust the girl with a dangerous smile and a mouth like sin. Hunter is the Mafia boss with a feared reputation and a ruthless plan―and Jude is determined to fight fire with fire. But when the world is burning, does it end in love . . . or ashes? "What would you like me to do to you, Jude?" Her voice is a breath, igniting fire in my bones. Our mouths are so close I can taste the heat between us. Kiss me. The thought is sudden. Unexpected. "Why are you here, Jude?" A slow caress of words. This is a game―a game of touch and sensation and risk. I want to kiss her. I want to close the distance between us and pull her down to me, to kiss her until my eyes roll back and I see stars. "When you're ready to tell the truth," she says, and there is a smile, a dark smile, "we can play this game. And I'll show you what I know about the art of fucking." HIGHEST RANKING #1 in lesbian #2 in lgbt #2 in lgbtq #6 in girls