Kiss of Death Duet
They call me the kiss of death; a bratva assassin, feared by even the most powerful of men.
Only a mad man would blackmail me…
And Nero Verdi certainly has a reputation for madness. Ruthlessly ambitious, the Italian kingpin is akin to the devil himself.
But even the devil can't escape death. Unless she falls in love with him…
I have many names, but he calls me his.
Sold. Traded. Bought, by the ruthless leader of the Juarez cartel.
Rafael D'Cruze is a bad man, and he can't possibly want me for anything good. Just when I expect him to take and hurt, and use, he doesn't.
And somewhere in my broken mind, his captivity begins to feel like kindness. He starts to feel like salvation.
I should hate him and everything he stands for. I should want him dead, but I find myself wondering what it would feel like to be in his arms. To want a man's touch.
Maybe I truly am broken. Or perhaps in a world of monsters, I just want to be loved by one.
I'm his sweet collateral and he's my monster…
Touch of Death Duet
My business is death. My place in the world is a straight forward transaction. Orders, discipline. A life for a check.
However, I find myself manipulated into protecting mafia princess, Adelina Ricci. She should just be a job, so why am I willing to risk everything for her?
A lethal knight. A rebellious pawn. An inexplicable bond.
Loathe me or love me?
Most hostages would fear their captor, but not Camilla Estrada. No, instead of fearing me, she defies me. She incites my wrath with whispered threats while she promises to kill me. And her defiance makes me crave things I shouldn’t—It makes me desperate to see how undeniably beautiful she is when she bleeds for me. And onlyme. . .
A mafia king and his kidnapped cartel princess make for two very bad people who want very bad things, and one very toxic love story.
True power is never held by good men, only the most perfect villains. And they are both villains, but who is worse is yet to be seen…
Tainted Vows Duet
My uncle may be the boss of the Chicago Outfit, but there’s one man even he fears, Giovanni Guerra. And I was just sold to him —as his wife. For an alliance. For power.
The boss of the New York family is beautiful and deadly, and he stokes a fire in me that might destroy us both. He may believe he was sold a submissive mafia princess, but Giovanni Guerra will find I’m no one’s pawn.
The only vow I make is one of lust and fury.
I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe.
She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be.
Little does she know…
For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.