Book 1 of the Blackstone Inc Series • • • "Well," he paused, and I was suddenly captivated by his tongue coming out to wet his bottom lip before he continued, "I'm Dominic Blackstone, but you can call me Dom or Sir." • • • Dominic Blackstone is the 35-year-old CEO of Blackstone Incorporated, a man who reigns over Dallas from the top floor of his sleek, twenty-five-story high-rise. Powerful, magnetic, and utterly in control, he's the kind of man who commands attention the moment he enters a room. With chiseled good looks, a voice that drips authority, and the wealth to match his ambition, Dominic could have any woman he wanted, a force to be reckoned with. He's a textbook Type A: dominant, driven, and emotionally untouchable. His life is carefully curated, every detail refined, every move calculated. He doesn't make room for vulnerability. He doesn't fall. Until he meets her-and everything he thought he controlled begins to unravel in the most irresistible way. ----- Genevieve Carlyle is a 22-year-old woman from New Orleans with big dreams and a sharp mind to match. In her final year of college, she's determined to carve out a name for herself in the business world-usually so fierce, focused, and full of ambition. But when tragedy hits too close to home, everything changes. She walks away from the life she thought she was building and relocates to Dallas, searching for stability in the chaos. What she doesn't expect is to stay. But fate has other plans. A twist of circumstance lands her a job at Blackstone Incorporated-working directly under the enigmatic CEO himself, Dominic Blackstone. As his personal assistant, Genevieve quickly learns that ambition isn't the only thing she'll be navigating... especially with a boss who's equal parts maddening and magnetic. • • • Will Dominic and Genevieve be able to remain professional, or will passions fly? Will Dominic's past come to snatch Genevieve away? And if so, will she give in to temptation?

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN