Can you believe we’re now half way through 2023. What a year this has been so far. Has there been any books of mine that are your favorites already?
Thank you so much for all of your kind emails and comments about May’s releases (shown below). I wanted to give you the good news, not only have I finished Volkov Bratva book 3 but it has already been submitted and accepted by Evernight Publishing, and will be coming very soon. 🙂
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Ugly Beast doesn’t want an arranged marriage, but what his president says, he gets. Abriana Vigo is not beautiful. In fact, she’s bland and terrified, but she’s a virgin and a Capo’s daughter. Now she’s been thrown to the wolves at his president’s demands.
Abriana will do anything to get away from her father, just to avoid being hurt anymore. She only hopes this scarred man doesn’t turn his back on her. If he does, she knows her father will find some way to kill her.
But despite all her newfound freedom in the MC life, if Abriana doesn’t prove her loyalty to the club, her husband will kill her. When her father orders her to spy on the club and report back, she knows she cannot do it. She has to make a choice.
For Ugly Beast, he never thought he would commit to anyone or anything, but after finding out his wife is taken, he’s willing to put the club at risk for her.
Abriana isn’t the woman he wanted, but now, he can’t let her go, and anyone who tries to take her, will know what it’s like to deal with him.
Be Warned: forced seduction, anal sex, public exhibition
Rosalie knew her father was part of an MC club, a vile disgusting group of men. To protect her mother, she has no choice but to marry a man her father has chosen.
Colt doesn’t want to create peace. Satan’s Death Riders MC doesn’t settle, they do not bow down, but for now, his father has told him to marry the daughter of his enemy. He personally vows to make her life miserable. This will be a great way for him to pass the time before he gets the chance to kill her father. They claim she’s a virgin, but they’re liars. No slut of the Evil Fuckers MC is pure.
But Rosalie is nothing like her father. She’s just a pawn. Someone he can use. What will happen when she becomes more than just a pawn, more than someone he can use?
She wants her father dead as much as Colt does. Maybe they can work together. All she wants is for her mother to be free, for them to no longer live in fear. It’s an easy deal to make, but even Colt didn’t see what was coming.
Excerpt:
“Daemon is way too strong and powerful. There is no out for me. I know that. Only when he’s done with me will I find peace.” Gabrielle smiled. “But I see a brighter future for my daughter. If you give her a chance, I think you could make her a very happy woman.”
Petal hit the window. “What’s keeping you guys?”
Gabrielle chuckled. “You’re not a patient person, are you, Petal?”
“My Sunday plans have been changed so I’m feeling a little … tender.”
Colt climbed out of his car as his mother opened the door. Gabrielle walked over to Kim, and he watched the two embrace.
Petal had her arms folded and glared at him.
“I want to talk to Rosalie,” Colt said.
“And you think I’m going to allow that?” Petal asked.
“It’s fine,” Rosalie said. “I’ll be fine.”
Petal shook her head. “Yeah, maybe when you look in the mirror, you’ll see how fine you look.”
Rosalie chuckled but Petal left them alone.
He stared at Rosalie who once again had her hands thrust into the pockets of her jeans.
“What do you want?” she asked.
“To talk to you.”
“This is not part of our arrangement. Friday nights is what we agreed.”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Is it wrong for me to want to talk to my wife?”
“Colt, you and I don’t have that kind of relationship, so I’m going to say yes.” She pulled her hands out of her jeans. “What is all this?”
“An olive branch.”
Rosalie laughed. “So I tell you truth about who my father is, and all of a sudden you want to be friends?”
“I want us to be allies, Rosalie. Is that so hard to believe?”
“Coming from you, yes.”
“Look, I don’t know what your father is up to, and I can only imagine it’s not very good.” He looked toward the house and then stepped in front of her. “I’m aware of the deal you made him.”
She tilted her head to the side. “I doubt that.”
“You’ll get pregnant and he’ll leave your mother alone. It doesn’t take a genius to work out that you’ll do anything for your mother. Marry a guy you don’t know, and fuck him every Friday in the hope of getting pregnant.”
“So, now that your genius brain has figured that out, what are you hoping to do? Make a deal with me? What?”
Colt took a deep breath. This woman was infuriating. He didn’t quite believe her mother that she was a kind and gentle person. So far, she had made him do nothing but work at every single task when it came to her.
“Your father is up to something,” Colt said. “And I know you care about your mother, so I’m proposing that you trust us.”
“No. I don’t trust any of you. You agreed to this marriage, this treaty pact, or whatever it is.”
“We can protect your mother from him. The whole club. You’re trusting Daemon’s word, and you can’t always be with your mother. The club has a lot of men, Rosalie. We can protect her from him.”
Rosalie stared at him and slowly folded her arms across her chest. “And what do you want in return?”
Colt looked at her. “You’ve got to come and live with me, spend time at the Satan’s Death Riders MC, make this marriage work.”
She shook her head. “Fuck, no. Don’t you see, that is exactly what he wants. He will want me to try and get information out of you and I’m not doing that. I’m not getting between the two clubs.”
“I’ll protect you.”
“No, you won’t.” Rosalie shook her head.
“He killed my sister,” Colt said.
Rosalie stopped and turned toward him. She had been about to enter the house but he had to stop her.
“I want to see him six feet under. I want him to suffer and pay for what he’s done. He didn’t pull the fucking trigger, but he ordered the killing.”
He was right in front of her now and looked her in the eyes. Rosalie had no choice but to tilt her head back to look at him.
“He’d been trying to take me out … but I had to hold her in my arms as she died, Rosalie.”
“I’m so sorry,” Rosalie said.
“And I want to make him pay. I’ve been treating you like shit and I know I shouldn’t have. You had nothing to do with this, and for that I’m sorry. You shouldn’t have to pay for his sins.”
“And just like that, you expect me to believe this?” Rosalie asked.
“I want you to think about it. I’m offering you protection. The club, all of it. For you and your mother and for Petal.”
Rosalie looked at him and then bowed her head.
“He wants me to get pregnant. It’s been three months and he keeps telling me that if I fail, he will hurt my mother.”
He went to take her hand but Rosalie pulled away.
“Trust me.”
“How?” Rosalie asked. “How can I trust you when I don’t even know you?”
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Blurb
Rosalie knew her father was part of an MC club, a vile disgusting group of men. To protect her mother, she has no choice but to marry a man her father has chosen.
Colt doesn’t want to create peace. Satan’s Death Riders MC doesn’t settle, they do not bow down, but for now, his father has told him to marry the daughter of his enemy. He personally vows to make her life miserable. This will be a great way for him to pass the time before he gets the chance to kill her father. They claim she’s a virgin, but they’re liars. No slut of the Evil Fuckers MC is pure.
But Rosalie is nothing like her father. She’s just a pawn. Someone he can use. What will happen when she becomes more than just a pawn, more than someone he can use?
She wants her father dead as much as Colt does. Maybe they can work together. All she wants is for her mother to be free, for them to no longer live in fear. It’s an easy deal to make, but even Colt didn’t see what was coming.
The second book to the Volkov Bratva Series is now available Wide
Blurb:
I was never supposed to marry Andrei Belov. He was meant to marry my beautiful sister. But she did something very wrong to have the man in charge of the Volkov Bratva change his mind.
Now I’m married to a man many call a monster. He ignores me. I mean nothing to him.
I’m trapped and alone in a loveless marriage. My parents don’t care. They have what they want. Andrei doesn’t like it when I have friends. He doesn’t like it when others take care of me. He claims not to have slept with my sister, but Bethany is still around to cause me trouble, to make me doubt.
It all starts with a kiss to get what I want. If I kiss him, I’ll get a reward, but soon the game changes.
I’m Andrei Belov’s wife. In this world, no one is safe, especially not me. I didn’t know it, but I have an enemy, one that wants me dead no matter the cost. I wasn’t supposed to marry into this family, but now, there is no way out.
Excerpt:
“What the hell did you do?” I asked.
She stood up, pushing her long brown hair out of the way. I loved her hair. She never had it cut. The length was glorious, and I couldn’t wait to have it wrapped around my fist.
“I’m sorry,” she said. “I … I need to get out of this apartment.”
“You’re not leaving this place.”
“Are you trying to kill me, is that it? You hate me so much that you want me to do the deed myself or something?” Her hands were clenched into fists.
This I wasn’t expecting.
“You’re not going to die.”
“Seriously? Can’t you see I’m dying already? Do you have any idea what it’s like to spend every single day here, doing nothing?” She yelled each word at me. “Before you I had a life. To many, it would have been boring, but I had a life. I enjoyed leaving and being free, but I can’t even have that anymore. Your boss, or whatever the fuck he is, was here, and you know what, I was scared, because I don’t know this way of life. I know you’re part of the Bratva, but I don’t even know if I’m supposed to say that. I didn’t grow up in this life. Ugh, what is the point? You should have married my sister. I’m pretty sure you would have been far happier with her.”
“Are you done?” I asked.
“Why? Bored of being in this place already. Trust me. I know I am.” She threw the cloth at me. “And I don’t care if you’re pissed off that I damaged your precious wood. What kind of an asshole lives this high up?”
I’m stunned by her language, by her aggression, and most of all by just how aroused I am. I take a step toward her, then another. With her fear in place of the heights, she doesn’t move, the line keeping her in place.
Sinking my fingers into her hair, I tug her close, not to hurt, but to guide. She gasped. Her hands went to my wrist. Her touch shouldn’t do anything for me. I shouldn’t enjoy it. There should be no happiness at having her hands on me.
When it comes to the opposite sex, I’m the one who’s always in control. They do my bidding. They are not permitted to touch me. But Adelaide is my wife. She is not like other women.
“If you want to play the victim, carry on, but I’ve told you exactly what you need to do in order to earn rewards.”
“Are you being serious right now? You expect me to kiss you to get out of this place? To have a cell phone? To even go shopping?” she asked.
I smiled. It wasn’t a nice one, and she flinched away from me as I did so, but with the hold I had on her hair, there was nowhere for her to go. She was stuck with me.
Holding her close against me, I relished the feel of her curves. They were so soft and so close. She smelled good as well, like strawberries and cream. My mouth watered for a taste.
“Do you think kissing me is so distasteful? Do you have any idea what I could have ordered you to do?” I asked. “I could make you go on your knees, take my dick between those fuckable lips, and choke on it. Force you to swallow every single drop of my spunk. Or I could have pounded your virgin pussy. Forced you to bleed over my dick for your first time. What about your asshole?” I grabbed her ass, pulling her toward me. “If your pussy and mouth haven’t seen a cock, then I bet your ass hasn’t either. Forcing you to take me there, just so you could breathe fresh air. So, the next time you think I’m a monster, why don’t you compare my request to the other things I could have forced you to do?”
“I hate you.”
“Get in line. There’s a long list of women who hate me.”
This time, she fought against me. I could make her accept me. Kiss her. Make her give me my due. My dick hadn’t seen a pussy in a long time, and I was well past due emptying my balls. With Adelaide, I didn’t even need to use a condom. She was supposed to be getting pregnant with my kid, but that wasn’t going to happen until I fucked her.
I let her leave and run away toward our bedroom. I’d give her a few minutes to gain her bearings, and then I’d seek her out. Annoying the fuck out of her was part of my plan. Hurting and raping her was not. Nor was terrifying her.
Some men couldn’t handle facing off with me. Adelaide was just a woman. I should have gone easier on her.
I moved toward my office, removed my jacket, and threw it across the chair. The scotch called to me. I made my way over to the drink, poured myself a generous shot, and drank it straight down, enjoying the burn.
A memory of my father flashed through my mind. I couldn’t have been much older than six or seven. My mother had asked me to go and grab the photograph album she’d left in his office. I had been a klutz back then, and as I lifted the heavy book, I knocked his bottle of vodka off the table. The glass had smashed. He’d entered as I tried to clean it up, and as punishment, he’d grabbed the glass and slashed me right across the arm, three times. I was bleeding, he’d punched me in the gut, and tossed me out into the cold. Three days later, the doctor had come to fix me up. I’d nearly died of infection.
Pushing the memory to the back of my mind, I put the glass down and made my way toward the bedroom.
Adelaide wasn’t there. I heard the sound of the shower running, and I walked toward the door. Her clothes were on the floor, and I saw the outline of her body in the frosted glass. My dick hardened. She was my wife. Mine.
After removing my clothes, I eased them onto the floor and stepped toward the shower. Opening the door to the stall, I stepped inside and heard her gasp.
She wrapped her arms around her body and turned her back to me, but I was a man who liked a woman’s ass, and the one she presented me with was sheer fucking perfection. Rounded, juicy, almost a little too big, but a generous handful.
I closed the door, moved in closer, and she stepped forward to try and keep some distance from me. There was nowhere for her to go. Reaching past her so that our bodies touched, I grabbed the soap.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Taking a shower.”
“I can’t even have one of those alone anymore?”
I smiled, lathering up my hands with soap. “Tell me, Adelaide, do you want to live?”
“What kind of question is that?” she asked.
“A real one.”
“Of course I want to live. Who wouldn’t?”
Putting my hands on her hips, I pulled her back against me. She was so damn tense. “Then I will start to teach you tomorrow morning,” I said. There wasn’t much to teach, not really. Ivan liked to consider this new era of Bratva to be modern, thinking outside of the box, and making sure our enemies didn’t have a fucking clue what to do.
Adelaide was too adorable to show disrespect, and I could imagine Ivan would find her cute as well. He wasn’t a stickler for tradition unless he faced someone he hated, and then he made sure tradition was served.
For Raven, the Hell’s Bastards MC is her world. From the moment she meets Smokey, she’s able to build a life for herself. Being the only female member in an all-male club, she’s earned her patch and proved she has their backs.
Now her place is in danger. Smokey is cleaning shop because of Ava. Raven watched each of the club whores leave—she’s next.
Carlos Santiago wants Raven and will do anything to get her. When his life is put in danger, he sees an opportunity. It’s Raven’s job to protect him, so for the interest of the club, she’ll have to do whatever it takes to protect him.
Carlos will make Raven fall for him. He’ll make her forget the club, forget it all. The only problem is Raven isn’t all she seems. She has a past, one none of them ever anticipated.
When the truth comes out, it will be up to Carlos and Smokey to bring her back, to stop her from falling. Will they be able to save her, or will the demons of her past finally destroy her.
Excerpt:
“What the fuck is this?” Raven asked.
“It’s an engagement ring.”
“I didn’t agree to this.”
“You agreed to being my future wife, Raven. There is no other way of having you by my side without people being curious. If you were a random fuck, they wouldn’t believe our ruse. That ring was necessary.”
Raven growled. “Fine, but this is the last surprise you give me, okay? From now on, you tell me every single little detail.”
“I might also have to tell you that we need to share a bed.”
“What?”
“It was just a tiny detail, and seeing as I shared your bed back in Fort Clover, I didn’t think it would be an issue.”
“That was the guest bedroom, and it wasn’t like I invited you into my bed.”
“With all the screaming you gave, it was a given.”
“I don’t like you right now.”
“I don’t mind,” Carlos said. “Doesn’t change the fact that you’re going to have to share a bed with me, and you need to keep your attitude in check.”
Raven took a deep breath. “Not when we’re alone.”
Carlos folded his arms. “What are you angry about?”
“A lot of things. I don’t like being kept in the dark, and I don’t like not having a choice. This is all bullshit, and what’s more, Carlos, you know it.” Raven pointed a finger at him.
With the heels on, she stared into his eyes.
Carlos looked at her, and he was fucking delighted this had worked. Smokey didn’t realize how much he fucking treasured this woman. She was a prize to behold.
“I want you to kiss me,” Carlos said.
Raven jerked back. “What?”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“I have no reason to kiss you.”
“You don’t want to kiss me?”
“No, I don’t.” Raven turned away from him.
“The time is going to come when you’re going to have to kiss me. In front of people. It will be expected.”
Raven stepped toward him and leaned in close. Carlos was a little surprised at how quickly she had changed. Her lips were near, and all it would take was a breath to capture them.
“And until then, we don’t have to kiss.” She tapped him on the chest and went to walk away.
Carlos grabbed her hand, and within seconds, he had her pressed up against the wall. “And do you think you can handle me?”
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Are you afraid of a little kiss?”
She laughed. “Carlos Santiago, I am not afraid of anything.”
He stared at her full lips. “You’re lying.”
“I don’t lie.”
“Then kiss me. Prove that you’re not … scared.”
She glared, grabbing his wrists as if to push him away, but he wouldn’t budge. He wasn’t going to let her hide. Not from him.
When she tried to knee him in the balls, he dodged her leg. Grabbing her hands, he pinned them to either side of her head. “Is it so hard to kiss me?” he asked.
“Are you that desperate you’d trap a woman and force her to kiss you?” she asked.
Carlos chuckled and then let her go. “You’ll kiss me, Raven, and when you do, you’re going to be begging for me to do so much more to you. But while you’re afraid, I’ll give you the space you need.”
This time, he was about to walk away.
Raven grabbed his arm, spun him around, gripped the back of his neck, and pulled him down for a kiss. At first, she was proving a point. Carlos wrapped his arms around her back, sliding his hand up to cup the back of her head, kissing her.
He had her right where he wanted her, and as he traced his tongue across her full bottom lip, she gave him exactly what he craved. She opened for him, and he plundered her mouth.
Unable to resist this moment, he slid his hand down, gripping the curves of her full ass. From the moment he first saw her, he’d been wanting to get his hands on her body. To touch her, to taste her. He’d been patient, and now, he was finally reaping the rewards of that patience.
Pressing her against the wall, he thrust his pelvis against her, allowing her time to feel what she did to him. He was on fire, burning with the need to have her.
Raven pulled away first, bringing their scorching kiss to an end.
“That shouldn’t have ever happened,” she said.
“Tell me your pussy isn’t warm for me right now.”
She pressed her lips together.
He smiled. “You can keep lying to yourself, Raven, but it is all bullshit.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I know differently. You want me.”
To keep the peace between her crime lord father and the Greco mafia’s boss, she’s forced to marry his son, Roman. He’s cold and has a reputation for hurting those close to him. There is no wedding night, and the first months of their marriage are awful.
Roman doesn’t want a wife, and certainly not an outsider who doesn’t know their ways. Unlike the women he’s used to, Alex thinks for herself and isn’t afraid to tell him no. He plans to prove she isn’t a sweet innocent, and he orders his friends to seduce her to show she’s not worthy of him.
When her life is endangered, it is up to Roman to save her and the peace pact between their families. By his father’s order, he has to make this stubborn woman fall in love with him.
Her husband is not as cold and callous as Alex originally thought. He’s a monster to everyone but her, and she never expected to fall in love with him.
She didn’t count on finding out he was a liar, either. His father told him to make her fall in love with him, but how far was he willing to go?
Excerpt:
Roman was taller, bigger, and it was impossible. That diary was the last one she had written in. She hadn’t taken it to his place because she had worried he’d find it. The last entries were all leading up to their arranged marriage, and of course their wedding, the night before, at least. There was no other entry because she’d been with him, with no way of talking to her diary.
Her towel gave way, and Alex didn’t grab it immediately. The protection she had fell to the floor, around her feet.
She cried out and scrambled to get her towel, only to have Roman reach for it as well. Alex wasn’t entirely sure what happened, but they somehow managed to bump heads, and she ended up on the floor, not covered, and Roman stared at her.
Panic filled her, and she scrambled for the towel and her diary. Roman seemed to still as she got both and pulled away from him.
Within seconds, it became a tug of war as Roman grabbed the diary, and she had no choice but to turn her back and immediately wrap the towel around her.
Roman had never seen her naked.
No man had seen her naked.
Her heart raced.
“Please give me back my diary,” she said, keeping her back to him.
Her face was so hot. She had never been so embarrassed in her life.
“No.” He stepped past her. She tried to grab his shirt, but she had no choice but to keep one hand on her chest.
“Please.”
Roman turned at the door. “You’re my wife, and a Greco never begs. Don’t do it.”
He slammed the bathroom door, and Alex gritted her teeth. She wanted to call her father, to ask him to demand that Roman give her diary back, but that would be involving her father in a pathetic spat.
Roman was just being a pain in the ass. She got it, and kind of understood it, even if she didn’t completely agree with him and his asshole ways.
After stepping into her closet, she opened the drawers and pulled out a pair of shorts and a tank. It was warm, and she wished she could have head-to-toe pajamas, but that would be way too uncomfortable.
Her hair was nearly dry, and stepping out of her closet, she went to her dresser to run a brush through it. Her bed looked so inviting as she stared at it. Did she want to sink into the soft covers or fight with Roman again?
She glanced at the bathroom door and decided he had already taken way too much of her attention. Sticking her tongue out, which was completely childish to do, she stepped over to her bed, pulled back the covers, and slid right inside.
The moment she lay down and stared up at the ceiling, she closed her eyes and just basked in being back home, in her bed, away from Roman … ish. He was in her father’s home, and currently in her shower or reading her diary, but that didn’t change the fact she was finally home.
Roman’s home and apartment were all his. His bachelor pad. His domain. Where another woman had decorated and made it the vision he wanted. She was a stranger in his home and in his world.
She didn’t mind not being close to anyone all her life. Having Liam as a dad guaranteed that people weren’t her friend. She lived with it, dealt with it. It was probably the only part of her life that made it easier to deal with Roman’s world.
The shower stopped, and Alex rolled over so she wasn’t facing him. She had no idea where he was going to sleep.
Growling, she shoved her blankets off and then climbed out of bed. The man was an insufferable bastard, and he pissed her off all the damn time.
She walked back into her closet and grabbed spare blankets and some pillows.
With them in hand, she stepped back into her bedroom at the same time as Roman entered.
“I’ll be sleeping in the bed,” Roman said.
“No, you’re not. That is my bed, and you’re not sleeping in it.”
He raised a brow. “Where you sleep, I sleep.”
“We don’t sleep together at your place, and it’s not happening now.”
Roman chuckled. “You’re a spoiled little princess used to getting your own way.”
“And you’re a brute and a bully used to taking what he wants. You’re not sleeping in my bed. Simple as that.”
In response, Roman eased the towel from around his waist, and Alex gasped, closing her eyes. She didn’t see anything, and staring at her husband’s naked body didn’t appeal to her, not in the slightest.
She heard rustling, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Roman was beneath her blankets on her side of the bed, with her damn diary.
Alex wanted to scream at him. “You’re naked in my bed? Your ass is, like, making an impression.”
“My ass is nice and warm. There is enough room for both of us.”
She glared at him and then moved toward the window where she had a few beanbags from her days of being a child and not wanting to use conventional chairs.
Nudging them together, she made herself a little bed, much like she had when she was a child, and then, somehow found a way to build a bed for herself.
It was so uncomfortable, not like before when she was so young. This wasn’t her bed. It wasn’t comfortable, but it would do.
With the blanket thrown over her, she got comfortable, aware of the noise the bags were making, but eventually, she got comfortable.
The light was still on, and the only sound she heard was the unmistakable sound of the pages turning.
Snake’s used to getting what he wants. Women fall all over him so much that he doesn’t have to make any effort to get them into bed. The nurse Jessica is the first woman to make him work for every second spent with her. When Chaos Bleeds club princess Judi’s pregnancy suffers complications, it gives the opportunity for Snake to get to know Jessica, and he’s willing to do anything for that chance.
Jessica has always steered clear of men like Snake. They’re only after one thing, and no matter how much she wants to, she’s not going to give in. But witnessing Snake’s pain for Judi, Jessica sees a whole new side to him, one that she can’t deny. One kiss is all it takes, and they’ve both fallen. Snake’s addicted to her. It doesn’t matter how many times he’s with Jessica—he can’t give her up.
However, their happiness is about to come crashing down around them when the Master returns to Piston County. He’s taken Lydia, Jessica’s friend, and now he wants her, too. Master always needs fresh women to play with, and Chaos Bleeds are going to pay for killing Gonzalez, his supplier.
Can Snake save Jessica in time? What will happen when she becomes another toy for the enemy? Nothing is ever simple for Chaos Bleeds.
Mafia Monster’s Forced Bride is now available for Pre-Order
Blurb
Alex Greco hates her husband.
To keep the peace between her crime lord father and the Greco mafia’s boss, she’s forced to marry his son, Roman. He’s cold and has a reputation for hurting those close to him. There is no wedding night, and the first months of their marriage are awful.
Roman doesn’t want a wife, and certainly not an outsider who doesn’t know their ways. Unlike the women he’s used to, Alex thinks for herself and isn’t afraid to tell him no. He plans to prove she isn’t a sweet innocent, and he orders his friends to seduce her to show she’s not worthy of him.
When her life is endangered, it is up to Roman to save her and the peace pact between their families. By his father’s order, he has to make this stubborn woman fall in love with him.
Her husband is not as cold and callous as Alex originally thought. He’s a monster to everyone but her, and she never expected to fall in love with him.
She didn’t count on finding out he was a liar, either. His father told him to make her fall in love with him, but how far was he willing to go?
For decades, war has raged between the Russo and De Luca families.
When Damon De Luca finally brings the head of Russos to his knees, he demands to have Milah Russo at his beck and call. Not as his wife, but as his mistress.
Milah will never go to Damon willingly. Caged up in his home, she fights him, but her days are numbered. She may be a Russo, but she belongs to him, and he will do whatever it takes to have and protect her.
Determined to survive, Milah refuses to die at the mercy of the De Lucas. When she uncovers her great-aunt’s journal, a story of a woman killed by De Luca’s grandfather, she cannot believe the revelations inside.
Damon breaks down her walls, making it impossible to continue hating him.
She doesn’t want to give in or fall for him. But what will happen when that monster is no more?
When Damon reveals what he feels for her, will Milah continue the Russo tradition of destruction and pain, or will she put an end to their feud once and for all?
Excerpt:
He’d started preparing this room three years ago. From the moment he met, his intention was to take her.
Damon was known for his patience. What he wanted, he always got. And when it came to Milah, he wanted her. Not for her wealth, but to tame that wildcat.
He despised the Russos and everything they stood for, but Milah was different. Damon had taken his time. Done his research and knew she was not like her father. She was unique, and that quality was to be rewarded.
It was why he’d attacked Russo. Why when his blade was to his throat, and he was more than happy to strike the killing blow, he’d waited to see what Russo would give up to save his own life.
He was shocked when Milah’s name came up.
Why would he be? The man was a coward, only interested in his own ends.
He despised that in men. Was sickened by it.
Russo would die soon enough, but first, Damon intended to take every single piece of Russo land and business. To kill all his men and make him drown in his own misery. He was going to break and destroy that man, piece by piece.
First, he was going to work on Milah.
She would belong to him.
The day would soon come when he would show her father what he’d done. How he’d gotten a Russo to fall in love with a De Luca. That would not be the only victory he anticipated. He would also knock her up, but he had no intention of marrying her.
There was no way a De Luca would ever marry a Russo. He would keep her as his mistress. Even when he found a wife worthy of the De Luca name, he would keep Milah in place, by his side, never allowing her to escape.
He waited for Milah to wrap a towel around her beautiful, curvy body before entering her room.
Damon closed the door and nodded at his guard to flick the lock into place. There was no escape.
Pocketing his cell phone, he moved toward the bed and waited for Milah to enter. The moment she did, wrapped in a towel, she froze, jerking to a stop.
He sat on the edge of the bed, staring at her.
She stood still, her hands gripping the edge of the towel as if that alone could protect her.
Every single part of this room was covered in cameras, so he would have the joy of watching her whenever he wanted. There was no weapon. Nothing to protect her. Even when he sent food in, he made sure there were no knives. Nothing to tempt her to act irrationally.
He smiled. “Hello, Milah.”
“What do you want?” she asked.
“Is that any way to greet your master?”
“You’re not my master. You will never be my master.”
He chuckled. There would come a day when she would crawl across broken glass for him, and when that day arrived, he would fucking relish it. He would break this woman. So much spirit. So much passion. He couldn’t wait to unleash it and to finally have a taste of what he’d been waiting for. His cock stiffened at the thought.
Damon got to his feet and took a step toward her. She stayed perfectly still, tilting her head back and glaring at him.
That’s right, little cat, fight me. Your submission will be so much sweeter.
“Your father gave you to me.”
“I’m a person. I’m not a thing to be passed around like an object.”
He cupped her cheek, and she shoved his arm away.
Smiling, he gripped the back of her neck and hauled her up against him. She did have some skills, but she was no match for him. There was nothing she could do to fight him off. He was the one with complete power, ultimate control.
“You are mine, Milah. Your father gave you to me because he is nothing but a coward. He would rather sell his own daughter than lose his life.”
It’s that time again. Can you believe a month has gone already? I know I can’t. I want to say a big thank you to all of you for your amazing feedback on The Fake Engagement and Size Matters. I loved writing both of these books, and they are both oh so different. I’ve been asked if Juliet and Mackenzie will get a story from The Fake Engagement, and the answer is yes. Also, will I be doing more books in the Chaos and Carnage MC world, and I can say yes to that as well. I’m not sure when, but I am hoping soon.
If you follow me on Facebook you would have seen that my muse is ready to delve back into my Bratva world, and that is what I’m going to be spending February doing. Anyone wanting the next Bratva book?
I know I’ve got lots more planned in terms of books. So I’m curious, please let me know what book you’d like to see me writing this year.
Thank you all so much for taking the time to stop by and read my books. It means a lot to me.
Take care, and I can’t wait to see what I’ll be sharing with you soon.
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January releases
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Release Date: February 1st 2022
Blurb
Max and Dylan know nothing about kids. Now that Max is the full legal guardian of his niece, they need a nanny.
After a breakup, Raine is ready to settle down in a new city, in a new job as a nanny. Working for two strong, amazing men is no hardship. While one of them seems robotic, the other is playful, constantly crossing the lines of what’s appropriate.
She wants to remain professional with Max and Dylan as her bosses, but they’re determined to break down barriers. They had an agreement—to share one woman, and that woman is Raine.
Raine wants to succumb to their seduction, but Max’s cold aloofness stands in the way. Will they be able to mend her heart, or will their chance at happiness be ruined forever?
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