Scarred Wife (Villains) is coming September 24th!!!
Blurb Seven years ago, Vanessa Norma was taken and held for ransom. When something went wrong, she nearly died. Although someone saved her, she now has to live with the permanent scar and being known as damaged goods.
Diago is a monster. He is the villain in most stories. He kills without mercy.
The night he saved Vanessa, something happened, something changed. She was the first person to seek comfort in him, and now, he knows she is at risk of being sold to the highest bidder, as her father needs money.
No one will fight him. Everyone is afraid of him. So he takes Vanessa for his own.
Weds her. Beds her. Makes her all his.
But her family is going to die. He intends to kill her father for the sins he’s committed. He doesn’t care if Vanessa wants him to or not.
All I wanted was to be free, to not be scared anymore. Was that too much to ask?
I was the unwanted bastard daughter of Finn Byrne. Many feared him and women loved him. My mother didn’t want me, but my birth kept Finn coming around.
After being used as a punching bag for most of my life, I decided to run. The first mistake I made was staying in a small town. The second mistake was falling in love with a guy I barely knew.
Peter lied to me. He manipulated me. Ivan Volkov gave him a job to do, and that was to make me fall in love with him, and get me pregnant. Well, he did all of those things, and I hate him for it, and I love him for it.
I also discovered I’m a wealthy woman. It would seem my grandmother didn’t like her son, nor any of his offspring, but she did like me. I’m the one who has control over the Byrne empire.
And I have a choice to make.
When the time comes, I can choose to leave the Volkov Bratva forever and have my freedom, or I can remain Peter’s wife. I love him, but he doesn’t know how to love me.
What choice do I have?
Excerpt:
“You know, a lot of people are going to hate you,” she said, smiling. “So, if you don’t get hungover, do you forget things?”
“I remember I kissed you last night.”
She stopped pouring cereal out and glanced over at me. I stared right at her, and I watched her cheeks go flush.
“Oh,” she said.
“Do you want to talk to me about that?”
“It’s fine. It was a mistake and you were drunk and it is never going to happen again. We don’t have to talk about it.”
She was cute when she rambled.
“It wasn’t a mistake.”
She jerked the cereal up, and several pieces spilled out of the top, landing on the table, and a few ended up on the floor. I made her nervous.
“I, uh, I don’t think we should talk about this.”
“Talk about what? The fact that since I first saw you at the diner, I’ve been thinking about kissing you?” I asked.
“You shouldn’t say those things.”
“Don’t you like the truth?”
She pushed her chair back and took a step away. I got to my feet, and it didn’t take me long to close the distance she was trying to create. Nor was it hard to manipulate her movements and have her pressed up against the door of the fridge, with no way to escape.
If, for even a second, I thought she was afraid, I’d back away. I’m not here to scare her. I’m here to … well, arouse her. To get this party started.
I couldn’t waste more time with bounty hunters on the loose, potentially tracking her down. Putting both of my hands on either side of her head, I stared into her eyes.
“Peter?”
“What’s the matter? Are you afraid of me?”
“I … no, I’ m not afraid of you.”
“Then what is wrong?”
“There are other women who want you, and they will do anything you want.”
I close the distance between us, so that she could feel the hard ridge of my cock pressing against her stomach. “No other woman makes me feel like that.” I had to stop playing the long game, and instead play the short game.
Ivan, for whatever reason, needed this woman pregnant. It was my job to get her pregnant, and training her, touching her, wasn’t doing the trick. I could no longer attempt to flirt or take my time. I needed to get into her pants, fast.
“Peter?” she asked.
“Is there another guy?” I asked. “Is that why you don’t want me? There is someone else you want.”
“I don’t know what to do with this. I’ve never been put in this position. I … I…”
She was struggling and that was when I realized something. Niamh didn’t have a clue what was happening right now. Even though her father was Finn Byrne, and I had been under the assumption she knew exactly what was going on—sex, fucking, making love, whatever word people wanted to call it—Niamh didn’t have a clue. I was attempting to seduce a woman who’d never experienced it. Did Ivan even know this?
I didn’t know the extent of the abuse she’d suffered at the hands of her father. All I could do was make assumptions.
Sinking my fingers into her hair, I decided to just go for it, and I took possession of her lips, kissing her hard. She gasped, and I used that to my advantage, plunging my tongue into her mouth, and hearing her moan. She tasted like mint toothpaste. She’d not even gotten to sip her coffee, and her cereal wasn’t eaten.
Niamh smelled good, and she tasted good. I ran my other hand down her body, and knew she felt good as well.
My arousal wasn’t forced. I wanted to be inside her. This was not going to be a hard task.
All too soon, Niamh pulled away and nibbled the corner of her lip. “I don’t know what to do,” she said.
I think it could be the most honest she had ever been with me.
“Normally, you kiss me back.”
“I, uh, Peter, I … Pickle Quest is not my home. I don’t intend to stay here too long.”
“You’re moving on?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“I don’t know.” She frowned. “I don’t know, when it’s the right time. I’m traveling, you know. Making enough to be able to move on.”
Now that was a lie, but I wasn’t going to call her out on it. Niamh wasn’t leaving Pickle Quest alone.
“Then how about you and I have some fun while we’re at it?” I asked.
She shook her head. “I can’t have fun.”
I wasn’t going to be swayed. Winking at her, I pulled her in and kissed her again.
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How far is he prepared to go to keep his secrets?
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Blurb
Dante Gallo is pissed off.
When he gets married, he doesn’t intend to be blackmailed into it. However, Phillip Lewis has some damaging evidence. To keep his secrets, Dante must marry the man’s plain youngest daughter, Aria.
Being married to Dante is a nightmare. One that Aria intends to get away from. Even though she is terrified of this man, who is considered to be the most brutal in the Pesci family mafia, she finds the courage to confront him.
Once learning the truth, Aria is horrified. She doesn’t want anyone to be forced to marry her. All she has to do is figure out a way to get the evidence to set Dante free.
When Dante overhears a conversation about how Aria feels about him, about sex, about being married, he doesn’t like it. He is going to give them something to talk about. He will hold onto his wife, he will be proud to be married to her.
But Aria has to set Dante free. She doesn’t want him to be forced into a marriage he didn’t want. The only problem, she has fallen in love with him. Letting him go is proving to be the hardest thing she has ever done.
What will Dante do when he is given the means to be set free? Will he leave or has he fallen in love with his plain bride?
Excerpt:
“Dante,” she said, pressing a hand to her chest. “You startled me.”
“That was not my intention.”
Her heart was racing. She hoped she’d not spoken aloud about any part of her plan.
“I don’t imagine it was.” She was not going to freak out. Laughing, she couldn’t help but look toward the doorway right behind him and hope for a chance to escape. The last thing she wanted to do was make small talk.
They stood, opposite sides of the kitchen. She was still near the sink, Dante in the doorway. He wasn’t wearing a jacket anymore. The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up, and he looked angry.
Aria didn’t know what had set off his anger, and she wasn’t interested in learning either. Dante, other than to do his duty, hadn’t laid a finger on her, and she wanted to keep it that way. Other women were not quite so lucky. Black eyes, lots of makeup, and of course lies—that was what she was used to hearing from them.
The silence between them was starting to make her uncomfortable. She wanted it to be over.
“I was just getting a glass of water. I’m about to go to bed,” she said.
Move. Try not to draw his attention.
Not for a single second did she think she had the power to draw his attention, but she didn’t want to have to perform more of her duties.
Go.
Dante wasn’t saying anything, but he was staring at her. She had no choice but to attempt her escape.
She moved toward him, and was just about to glide past him when he suddenly reached out, grasping her arm, and before she knew what was happening, she was pressed up against the wall. Panic swelled up inside her. What had happened? Had she done something wrong?
She heard the cruelties of people at parties saying that he would probably beat her because she wasn’t anywhere in his league. Fear traveled down her spine, and it had no thought, no care, no consideration.
She stared at him, waiting, wondering.
“You don’t have to be afraid,” Dante said.
“I don’t?”
“No, you don’t. I just want to try something. Trust me.”
Aria didn’t trust him. His reputation far exceeded him, but there was nowhere else for her to go. She felt the panic, but then Dante surprised her. The only time they had kissed was on their wedding day straight after the priest had told them the I do’s. The kiss at the altar had been chaste. To any onlooker, they couldn’t have mistaken that neither person wanted to be there.
She’d been terrified. Since then, they had not kissed.
They hadn’t even had a honeymoon, or done anything together, other than their duty. She struggled to think of it as sex … it was duty. Sex was something different to her, intimate.
All thought fled her mind as Dante’s lips took possession of her own. She expected him to be somewhat cruel, unyielding, refusing to give up and just taking. This kiss was so many different things, and yet, all of them together.
Dante’s hands went to the wall on either side of her head. At first, it was only their lips touching, and Aria couldn’t deny that it felt nice.
Slowly, his body pressed against hers, they were flush together, and something changed within her. At first, she thought she was going to panic, but then suddenly, that all evaporated, and she felt the length of his body against hers. It was nice. Strange.
And all too soon, the kiss had come to an end.
Dante pulled away, and she stared up into his brown eyes. They had the same eye color, but her husband’s eyes were slightly darker, more intense, at least to her.
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Blackmailing the Denton Girl is releasing April 9th. Pre-Order is now available
Blurb
Tamsin doesn’t want to be married. She ran away from home and started a new life for herself far away from any Denton. However, she knows there is always danger lurking. Mason Savonas is closing in, and she cannot fall into his trap.
Mason has no choice, he has to find Tamsin Denton before his father does. His father likes them young, and he has set his sights on the youngest Denton. He does not want war between their families, but peace. After finding Tamsin, he does negotiate. He will keep all of her secrets, and all she has to do is marry him.
For two years, Mason surprises her. He is the perfect gentleman. She wants to hate him, but little by little, she sees the true man that he is, and it is not someone she hates.
But there is trouble brewing. Mason could not kill his father due to the consequences, but he has just uncovered a loophole. Only Tamsin can kill him, and he will not ask his young wife to kill a man. Can she do it, or will it be too late to save everyone from all out war?
Jade Newton knows she’s not a beautiful woman. She’d been told all of her life that she didn’t have what it took to interest a man. After many failed dates, and embarrassing moments, she finally decides to call an end to all dating. On the walk home, on the final date, Jade is attacked. She tried to fend off her attacker, but it’s too late as the world goes dark.
One feminine scream, that was all it took to stop Braxton on his way from another kill.
He knows he should ignore it, but he can’t. Finding an unconscious woman in the alleyway about to be assaulted, he has no choice but to put a stop to it. Death is all he knows, and that is exactly what he offers.
As for the woman, he takes her to the warehouse where he is currently staying, and helps her.
She is not supposed to ask any questions. Her mystery man keeps on turning up. She doesn’t know his name, but she finds herself falling for the man who saved and protected her.
He needs to leave her alone. Jade is not part of his world, but Braxton finds himself going back again and again, and again. He cannot stop himself. There is no room in his life for love.
Or is there?
Excerpt:
He took a step toward her. Jade finally seemed to be wising up, because she took a step back, then another one, and another, until she couldn’t go anywhere. He had trapped her in the corner of her kitchen with nowhere to go. He pressed his hands either side of her, locking her against his body and the counter.
“You’re boring,” he said.
She rolled her eyes, and rather than looking insolent, she looked so cute. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
He smiled. “You’ve been told you’re boring?”
“Many times. Trust me. Throw your insults at me, mystery man. I’ve heard them all before.” She lifted her hand and began to list them. “Ugly, plain, bland, boring, waste of time. Not worth it. Can’t remember you. You need plastic surgery. Do you want me to continue?”
“You don’t need to, I got the drift. Were these said by some of those asshole dates?” he asked.
She nodded. “And my mother.”
Braxton frowned. “Your mother?”
“Yes, she didn’t want to give me any kind of false … feelings. She told me I wasn’t a pretty girl.” She shrugged.
Now he wanted to hurt her already dead mother.
“No woman should ever tell her child that.”
“Why not?”
“It’s cruel.”
“But it’s the truth.”
“You’re not ugly.”
“You don’t need to lie to me.” She shook her head at him. “I don’t even know your name.”
“What does my name have to do with anything?” he asked.
“If you liked the way I look, I bet you would have told me your name.”
He tutted. “You think you know ugly.” He took her hand and placed it against his face. “I know ugly.”
“No, you’re not ugly.”
He laughed. The man who had given him the scars when he was nothing more than a boy had promised him he would never be pretty again.
“Don’t lie, Jade,” he said.
She surprised him by cupping his face and staring into his eyes. “I don’t think you’re ugly and I’m not lying. I don’t like lying, and I will not lie to you.”
He found that incredibly hard to believe. Everyone lied. Why did she have to be so different? He didn’t get it. She was infuriating and annoying, and he was getting tired of thinking about her. Gripping the back of her neck, he had to destroy whatever he had built up in his mind, or in her mind. He had to end it.
Slamming his lips down on hers, he expected her to fight to beg him to stop, to demand it. He wanted her to hurt him, reject him, make it easier to forget him.
But she didn’t.
At first, Jade did nothing.
Her hands were still on his face, but she wasn’t kissing him back. He was about to end the kiss when he felt her move. Her hands slid around the back of his neck, and then pulling him against her.
Braxton didn’t hesitate to bring her flush against him. One of his hands still held the back of her neck, the other slowly slid down her body, going toward the curve of her ass, to grip the flesh. He heard her sudden moan. It was nearly a whimper, and then another guttural moan that filled the room. He loved how plump her ass was. She fit against him so right.
He didn’t want to let her go. He loved the shape of her tits as they pressed against his chest. She felt so good.
Sliding his tongue across her lips, he intended to scare her, but now, all he wanted to do was explore her. His cock hardened. It had been a long time since he had a nice, hard fuck.
Jade let out a moan and he broke the kiss, staring into her eyes. Grabbing her hand, he walked her away from the kitchen, going straight to her bedroom.
Jade Newton knows she’s not a beautiful woman. She’d been told all of her life that she didn’t have what it took to interest a man. After many failed dates, and embarrassing moments, she finally decides to call an end to all dating. On the walk home, on the final date, Jade is attacked. She tried to fend off her attacker, but it’s too late as the world goes dark.
One feminine scream, that was all it took to stop Braxton on his way from another kill.
He knows he should ignore it, but he can’t. Finding an unconscious woman in the alleyway about to be assaulted, he has no choice but to put a stop to it. Death is all he knows, and that is exactly what he offers.
As for the woman, he takes her to the warehouse where he is currently staying, and helps her.
She is not supposed to ask any questions. Her mystery man keeps on turning up. She doesn’t know his name, but she finds herself falling for the man who saved and protected her.
He needs to leave her alone. Jade is not part of his world, but Braxton finds himself going back again and again, and again. He cannot stop himself. There is no room in his life for love. Or is there?
Ruby Santos mistakenly believes the Dentons killed her brother. For the past ten years she has been training, forgetting her own wants and desires to kill the men responsible for taking the ones she loved. When she strikes at Oliver Denton, she never expects to be the one chained up by the end of the night.
The woman destined to be his wants to kill him. It’s just typical. But Oliver can’t let her go, and the more he gets to know Ruby, the more he realizes that she is perfect for him. He will do everything he can to bring the justice that she seeks.
Against all odds, Ruby finds herself falling for the crazy Denton. Yet how can she have a future with a man she once wanted to kill? But when the truth of her family’s killer comes to light, it’s not the only thing that comes out of the Denton closet. Their greatest enemy could tear the entire Denton family apart and Ruby with them.
Excerpt:
“In the alley, when I finally saw you, I knew you were mine. The woman destined to be mine.”
Ruby froze, not knowing if this was something insane, and crazy. Instead, she went with laughter. Putting a hand to her stomach, she pointed at him. “Ha, ha, ha, that is so funny. You’re so funny.”
He didn’t laugh along with her.
“It is supposed to be funny, right?” she asked.
“It’s not funny. This is my life, and it’s your life as well.”
“My life? You’re telling me that some kind of freaky curse on your family, and now you’re claiming that you want me? That I’m supposed to be yours?”
“Yes.”
“And you expect me to be okay with that?” She didn’t know what this man wanted from her, and right now, she really didn’t care. The timer went off, and she moved away from him, taking the bread out of the oven, and placing it on a cooling rack.
“You have to be okay with it.”
“Okay, so let’s deal with this logically.” She spun back around to face him. With the new clothes, she felt like herself. “You’re saying to me that your family, all of the Dentons, have no choice in the women they fall in love with. It’s fate? Destiny? Some freaky shit?”
“Pretty much.”
“Even your parents?”
“Yeah, even my parents.”
“Jacob?” she asked.
“Yep.”
“Abel?”
“Yep.”
“Damian?”
“Nope. Betty isn’t his.”
“Wait. He had a kid with a woman, and she’s not even the right one? What happens when he find the right woman?”
“Exactly the same as my uncle Stuart.”
“What happened with Uncle Stuart?” She couldn’t believe what was happening right now.
“He married his high school sweetheart, and then discovered his woman was the nanny, or the babysitter.”
“Oh my God!”
“Yeah. So he ended up breaking hearts, and it caused a lot of trouble.”
“I can’t believe it.” She rolled her eyes, hoping he detected the sarcasm in her voice.
“Look, I just want you to be happy, okay? I’m willing to wait, and—”
“I can’t deal with this right now.” She held her hand up, silencing him, and then leaving the kitchen.
Of course, Oliver followed her. “You can’t fight this, or walk away.”
“I can do whatever the hell I want.” At the doorway of her new room, she spun around to glare at him. “You’re not my boss. You’ll never be the boss of me, and right now, I really don’t want to talk to you.”
“You’ll come around.”
“Oh, I will, will I?”
“Yeah, Mom, Lou, and Harper, even Michelle came around. You can’t resist it.”
Stepping back, she glared at him. “Resist this!” She grabbed the door frame, and slammed the door in his face.
How dare he!
She wasn’t some kind of machine, and there was no way she was going to be putting up with his crap. Not now, not ever.
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