Journey to true love. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Excerpts: Not knowing what more to say, I give in to the question I've been meaning to ask for hours, with misty eyes, sniffing my snort, I whisper, "Why would you kill him?" "Who?" he pouts, feigning innocence "Jayden! My friend." I hiss Smirking, smugly he shrugs it off, "Don't know." Yanking him closer to me, I spat, "Think harder then." Trying to play it cool, I could make out vulnerability in his eyes , "I was jealous" "Huh?" I stuttered Next moment Jay's pulling me in his embrace, planting wet kisses all over my face, he seductively coos, "You wish to know why I was jealous of another man holding you?" His touch sending warm tingles all over me, not trusting my voice, I merely nod. Reaching down to my left ear, his warm breath fans over my ears , sending bolts of pleasure, he menacingly purrs, "Because even if that was for a few minutes, Jayden was holding my entire exsistence in his hands." .......... ......... .......... ......... .......... ......... .......... ......... Lilac walks over to Ceaser, looks straight into his ocean blue eyes, "The love you'll have for her is to be so deep, that it would be the envy of the ocean itself." Attrius didn't like what he heard, "Undo it, work your magic. Make the bond between our Imprintee and us extinguish. You're her protector after all, protect her." .......... ......... .......... ......... .......... ......... .......... ......... Attrius's was the last to leave the room, his parting words, to his Etherati, "Even if the sun doesn't shine where you are, even if the moon doesn't reach where you are, even if the wind doesn't blow where you are, we will find you. We will always find you." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- Highest Rankings; #01- Eternal #01- Triplets #05- Beast #15- Protective #20- Dragon

**** Book 3/3 of the Bartending Trilogy **** With a new life in the world to protect, will Hazel's men be able to protect both her and their new baby girl? Protect them, or die trying. +++ This is not a standalone book. It is part of a series that must be read in order, starting with 'On The Rocks'. This is also a why-choose reverse harem dark romance, meaning the female protagonist will have more than one love interest, without picking between them +++ Started: 29/11/24

"You're annoying. I just gave a speech to you about trying to get me in bed and now here you are fucking staring at my ass." I shouted at him, he smirked while staring into my eyes. His stare made my feet feel like jello. "Asshole." I kept on walking. I was pushed up against the wall. "What did you just call me?" He pulled out his gun pressing it in my side, "I said asshole." I heard him groan. He looked down to see my knife pressed up against him. He looked back up at me. "What is going on here?" We heard the door open. Pushing ourselves off each other we quickly hid our weapons. I looked up to see Matvey staring at us. "Nothing. We were just exploring." ***** Annika Balakin, at a young age she had a normal life. With the sudden death of her mother, she was moved back to her mother's home country. Years have passed, treated unfairly and abused. Hurt and broken her mother's past was then facing her, a past she didn't know existed. Luka Stepanov is a mafia boss who was thrown into the world of blood and guns at a very young age. Feared among everyone, he runs the biggest mafia with a deep secret that could make his people turn against him. They say a broken heart can never be fixed, but can they? When two damaged souls meet will they be able to heal the other? What happens when family, secrets, the past and the death of her mother all come back adding up to something bigger. Will it change her life forever?

"What are you?" the older man questioned, his voice a chilling blend of authority and amusement, like a knife wrapped in silk. "Your wife," I replied softly, my tone laced with the submission he seemed to crave. "No," he murmured, his lips brushing mine, the words a dark caress that sent shivers through me. "You are my doll, milaya." He towered over me, his intimidating presence both suffocating and intoxicating. The nickname, spoken in that deep, accented voice, wrapped around me like a chain I couldn't help but love. "You are the only woman who is allowed to warm my bed at night," he said, his voice a dark melody, smooth but unnerving. "The only woman who's allowed to step into my office and bend over my desk, waiting for me to come home so I can fuck you." A cold, low chuckle rumbled from his chest, the sound as sinister as it was intoxicating, sending shivers down my spine. ♡ Dimitri Mikhailov, the russian mobster. His presence filled the room like a storm. He didn't have to move or speak to dominate the room. Broad-shouldered and imposing, his scarred face told a thousand stories that he'd never waste words on. He was my husband and I was his precious doll.