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How did you two meet?
The quintessential question asked to every couple. And the answer is usually some bubbly, lovey dovey tale of being struck in the bum by Cupid’s arrow.
My meet cute (well not so meet cute) is slightly different. I was trolling a wealthy neighborhood in Beverly Hills, searching for someone to take me as their bride, you know, to make my arch nemesis jealous who consequently just fired me.
He was stomping around the block like some sort of gorgeous ogre, mumbling about a business deal gone wrong and attempting to finagle his way out of it.
And that's when we bumped into each other.
There were no sparks.
Not even a hint of blossoming love.
But next thing I knew, I was scarfing down free chips and guac, listening to this man lay out all of his problems which led to his big ask . . . he wanted me to be his Vivian Ward, you know, from Pretty Woman--minus the frisky behavior.
We're talking about living in a mansion, intimate double dates, and pretending we were head over heels in love . . . and engaged. Can you imagine?
The absolute audacity.
But people do crazy things when they’re desperate. And I reeked of desperation. So, I struck up a deal.
My one big mistake, though . . . big . . . HUGE? I accidentally fell for the incomparable Huxley Cane.
The cocky footballer next door has some serious game…luckily, Daphney Clarke knows how to play.
Zander Williams is the hot new American determined to take European football by storm. His head is so big, it barely fits under his backwards hat. And when he’s recruited to one of the biggest up and coming clubs in London, he’s certain to make his name known.
Managing the building where they live is only one of Daphney’s many jobs. It’s why she has zero patience for the obnoxious American on the other side of the wall who makes the most ungodly noises and likes to answer his door in nothing but a pink tea towel.
Tensions build and after one steamy hallway kiss, neighbor wars quickly shifts into neighbors-with-benefits and that’s a battle they both intend to win.
But Daphney doesn’t know the real reason Zander is in London and now she’s stuck in the middle of a game she didn’t even know she was playing.
Billionaire. CEO. Single dad.
And, apparently, my date to Manhattan’s most exclusive ball.
I thought my invitation was a birthday present from my best friend.
The dress, the limousine, the red carpet… I thought they were meant for me.
That was mistake number one.
Then my date arrives, all gleaming cufflinks and tousled hair, steely blue eyes and a body honed to masculine precision.
Arrogant. Charming. Panty-melting.
And melt, they do. Hanky-panky with a rich hottie in the back room of the event I’m crashing?
Don’t mind if I do.
Listen, don’t judge me. It’s my birthday, remember? Nothing that happens tonight counts in real life.
Ha.
Right.
That’s mistake number two.
Because the next morning, I start my new job as the nanny for a high-profile client.
And my new boss, the owner of this swanky Manhattan penthouse, and the father of these two adorable hellions?
Yup. Mr. Hanky-Panky.
But the biggest mistake of all?
Staying with him.
Working for him.
Letting my guard down, falling for him...
And crashing. Splat.
Oh—then I find out I’m pregnant.
Love will never die if it exists on the lips of death. I often thought about this while I was locked inside my Doll House in Patience. Groomed every second of every day, they made sure to cover all of the darkness lurking in my soul with the false guise of perfection. The soul is fickle. Naked to the public eye and only visible to the owner, a soul bleeds every time it’s put through pain. But when that’s hidden, it spreads. The trick is to protect it from reaching your brain.
It was too late for me.
Until I met them.
One was an Elite King.
One was a Brother of Kiznitch.
Both were liars.
I’m Lilith Patience, The Sorcerer of Death and daughter of one of the most feared organizations known to man. After being thrust into the notorious world of Midnight Mayhem, I found myself coiled around a past that I want to forget and a future that could destroy me. I love two men, and they love me as much as they love each other, but when the demons of my past tighten their grip around my throat, will I finally let them strip away the layers of perfection to get to my rotten, withered soul? Maybe.
Or maybe they’ll die trying.
The duke, his brother, and the lie. Or in other words, how I came to be trapped between two men in a remote castle in Scotland.
Once upon a time, in a more carefree life, I met a man.
Our gazes connected over the top of his newspaper as he watched me suffer through the most embarrassing moment of my life.
Older, sophisticated, and so hot, he saved me from that awkward encounter,
Then tried to send me away with a pat on my head.
But I wasn’t ready to let him go . . .
And the rest, as the saying goes, is history.
Passionate, heart-stopping, the night of my life kind of history.
But there was just one tiny problem. I lied to him.
I told him I was a tourist and only in town for one night.
So he wasn’t too impressed when I turned up again.
In his Scottish castle.
Yes, his freakin’ castle.
His killer suit traded for a kilt, and his seductive smile for a frown.
When he glowers my way, I don’t know if I should be worried or turned on.
Because the Duke of Dalforth has secrets he’s not sharing.
And a brother who’d like nothing more than to cut in on him.
So I do the wrong thing for the right reason.
And I have to believe it’ll work out in the end.
Because the duke is No Ordinary Gentleman.
And I’m just a normal girl, fighting not to fall in love with him.
Juniper
After a cult tried to sacrifice me to their wicked God, I went on the run, doing whatever was necessary to survive. Until a demon offered me a deal: give him my soul and he'll help me claim the vengeance I seek. Blood will be spilled, and the monsters I once ran from will soon be running from me. But damning my soul was just the beginning - it's my heart the demon wants next.
Zane
I've been hunting souls for centuries, but she's the ultimate prize - vicious and feral, with a broken soul as dark as my own. I thought claiming her would be a simple game, but Juniper is far from simple. I chose to follow her on a path drenched with the blood of her enemies, but it's our blood that may be spilled next. As an ancient God wakes from Its slumber, neither of us may survive.
Her Soul for Revenge is book 2 in the Souls Trilogy. Although all the books are interconnected, they are stand-alone and can be read in any order.
Content Note
This book contains sexual scenes, kink/fetish content, horror elements, drug use, scenes of trauma, anxiety, and PTSD, and depictions of "hard" kink/edgeplay. A complete CW can be found in the frontmatter of the book.
I loathe Alastor Shaw.
The city of San Francisco thinks we’re rival artists.
In truth, we’re predators battling for hunting ground.
We never chased the same prey. Until the night we both laid eyes on Mara Eldritch.
Shaw wants to use her as a pawn in his twisted game.
I’m fixated on her for a different reason…
She makes me feel things I never thought I could feel. Want things I never wanted.
Only she can make me lose control.
I don’t know if I should protect her at all costs… or destroy her before she ruins me.
Mara knows I’m no saint. But she has no idea she’s dancing with the devil…
She needed a fake fiancé to shut up her ex-alphahole rockstar boyfriend.
I’m the guy she chose to point to as the new man.
Unfortunately, her lie caused a major media scandal.
Lucky for me, this woman is everything I’ve ever wanted in my life.
Smart. Beautiful. Funny.
And she’s got hustle like I’ve never seen.
This should work out perfectly for both of us.
I need a fake date to my brother’s wedding, and I’m doing her a favor, so quid pro quo.
When things start to fall apart, I have my gyms to turn back to.
I’ve spent my life in my absent father’s shadow, but I didn’t waste the time.
I built an empire, focused on helping women achieve their health.
As easy as it would be to stay focused on my own little world, meeting her opened up something inside of me.
We might start out as a fake love affair, but I want more.
I want everything she’s got to give.
Growing up, I knew my older brother’s best friend thought of me as “Logan’s kid sister.” For me, though, our next-door neighbor, Colin, felt like anything but a sibling. Whenever I spied on him through my bedroom window, as he banged away, shirtless, on his drum kit, I felt sensations inside me I’d never felt for my actual brother. But when we moved away and Colin’s band took off like a rocket, I knew my tweener fantasies would never become a reality.
Fast-forward nine years to my brother’s wedding, when I saw Colin again and we shared a secret, drunken kiss that rocked my world. The next morning, Colin blamed the alcohol. Said we should pretend the kiss, and my unfortunate text afterward, never happened.
Now that I’m heading to LA to work for Colin and crash at his place, though, all bets are off. I’m determined to make Colin swoon for me, the same way I’ve always done for him. Because no matter what he insisted, Colin’s body during our kiss, and the shocking thing he whispered into my ear right afterward, made it clear he doesn’t really think of me as his little sister, any more than I do.
What happens when you strike a deal with baseball's most talented pitcher? You slip a plastic ring on his finger and say, "I do."
Quirky meets broody in this laugh-out-loud, romantic comedy from bestselling author, Kristy Marie.
The tattoo down his forearm reads: My power is perfected in weakness.
It inspires bad decisions in everyone who crosses his path.
Not me though, I've made worse decisions before breakfast.
Marrying baseball phenom Cooper Lexington for his health insurance... doesn't even rank Top 5.
But I can't afford to lose this marriage by falling in love.
You see, I made a promise to myself—one I plan on keeping... even if it ruins us.
Once there was a boy, with messy blond hair, vibrant blue eyes, and the most dazzling smile, who helped to mend all the dark, broken pieces inside me.
Ryder made a bad situation better. Falling for him wasn’t just inevitable—it was the stars aligning and our souls connecting at the deepest level.
Plans were made, and for the first time ever, I had hope. I believed in the future we were going to build together.
Until he left, without even saying goodbye.
Years have passed, and though I have tried to move on, my heart still lingers on the boy who claimed it.
Now he’s back, saying he wants another chance.
And I’m terrified I’m not finished falling.
This book was previously published as Only Ever You. It has received a makeover and undergone a fresh round of proofreading, but the story has not changed.
What sort of girl falls in love with four outlaws?
What sort of girl plays with fire for the fun of it?
I’m the salvation for the dirty throne of the city’s underworld, the only person who can secure a future for the Death by Daybreak Motorcycle Club. There are few people in this world that I can trust—a mafia brat, a soon-to-be nun, and four lascivious demons—but that’ll have to be enough, or we’ll all burn together in glorious flame. Only, there’s no telling what my father will do now that he knows the truth.
They will always be wrong for me.
But sometimes, the darkness simply chooses you.
These guys … they’ve chosen someone.
They’ve chosen me
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Catch three psychos by the toe.
If I squeal, they won’t let me go.
Eeny, meeny, miny, moe.
Roman. Levi. Marcus.
Psychos—that's what they are.
The DeAngelis Brothers.
Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless and they’re coming to play.
They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me.
They stalked me through my apartment, haunted my hallways, and crippled me with fear. They led me straight into their trap and captured me as though they had every right.
Little did I know, these three psychos already owned me.
I was gifted to them like a caged animal and that’s exactly how they intend to have me.
I’m their prisoner. Their play toy. Their most exciting game.
And unfortunately for me, death is my only way out.
There are three things that are certain in this life.
Death.
Taxes.
And if I want something, I will get it, no matter what it takes.
From the moment I laid eyes on Olivia Cooper, I knew…
She was mine.
She didn’t agree, but I wasn’t going to let that stop me.
She was all I thought about. She was my obsession.
So, I watched.
I studied.
I toyed with her and I played my games.
In her I’d found my perfect match, because she met every single one of my challenges with one of her own. She fought back and I loved it. All good things are worth fighting for, right?
Trouble was, she thought it was all a game, but I would never give up. I saw something in her that made me crave more.
What did she see in me?
Cruelty.
Savagery.
A street soldier with a thirst for vengeance.
I was a virus and she was immune.
Or was she?
Where I come from, they call me The Psycho.
Once upon a time people called me the holiday queen. But catching my husband under the Christmas tree with another woman kind of did something to me. Like make me digitally crop him out of all our wedding photos and post them online. Who knew that post would go viral? Thanks to all the requests I received to do the same for other jilted partners, I started a new business called, the Holiday Ex-Files. And I couldn’t be happier. Well . . . at least I’m not unhappy.
Then along comes my ex-husband’s best friend, Noah Cullen. Yep, like the vampires. He’s extremely gorgeous like them too. He has a plan to help me believe in the magic of holidays again. But the more I’m around him, I begin to think he’s the magical one, and that perhaps I picked the wrong best friend to begin with. Maybe, just maybe, it will be a very merry Christmas after all.
“Sweetheart, I know exactly how to handle you.”
Those eight little words whispered in my ear by my boss were my undoing.
And what we did after he said them, most definitely landed me on Santa’s naughty list.
If there’s one man who can suck all the joy out of Christmas—it’s my boss, Damon Wells.
I should have known when fifteen minutes into our first interview, he told me that nothing about me stood out from the fifty other applicants.
Yet somehow, I’m sitting shotgun in his fancy sports car on the way to my family’s house for the week.
You’d think he’d show a little mercy this holiday season after my day from hell.
Car towed? Check.
Spilled coffee on my white blouse? Check.
Soaked in Chicago slush by a cab? Triple Check.
Instead, he threatens to fire me.
So now I’m stuck spending the holidays with my boss by my side…Until two minutes into meeting my family, Damon introduces himself as my boyfriend and my minor panic turns into a full fledged five-alarm holiday meltdown.
He wasn’t supposed to pretend to be anything.
He absolutely wasn’t supposed to stick his tongue down my throat when he promoted himself to fiancé in front of my entire family.
And I sure as hell wasn’t supposed to enjoy it.
Suddenly, our fake little fairytale is starting to feel too real when Damon slides my grandmother’s diamond ring on my finger.
The same ring I thought my ex was going to give me last year when he dumped me.
The same ex who shows up to my family’s holiday party.
All I want for Christmas this year?
To forget just how good my boss is in the bedroom before my heart starts to get other ideas.
He stalked me. He stole me.
He made me fall in love with a devil.
Kaspar Baskin oozes power and charm. He’s a handsome monster in designer clothes.
Ten years ago, he murdered my best friend. Now he wants to force me to marry him.
The man’s a psychopath if he thinks I’ll give him what he wants.
He has dark plans and I’m one of his pawns. He wants to murder an Oligarch and prove himself to me.
All I want is freedom.
But sometimes chains feel good, and under Kaspar’s gentle hands, I’m finding new depths inside myself.
Murder, betrayal and lies.
I’m dropped into the blackest chasm possible with only the man I hate most in this world as a guide.
I fled from the don and retreated into my past.
But I should’ve known Phoenix would never truly let me go.
On the day of my wedding—the day everything was supposed to be made right again—he shows up with revenge in his heart.
And makes me his again, right on the altar.
But what I don’t tell him is this:
I’ve started to recall things. Things I was better off forgetting.
And by the time I’m done remembering…
Everything he loves might be destroyed.
Eli Bennett.
Magnetic. Outspoken. Infuriating.
Top ranked college quarterback. Sexy. Funny.
Oh, and now my ex-boyfriend.
When he makes me choose between him or a once in a lifetime opportunity, I surprise us both -- and don’t choose him. He can’t tell me what to do. Besides, he’ll get over my so-called betrayal and we’ll be back together in no time.
But when I return from my European study abroad program, Eli is still angry. He wants me to apologize for leaving him. I want him to apologize for giving me an ultimatum. Looks like we’re at a standstill.
He’s playing the season of his life thanks to him channeling his anger into aggressiveness out on the field, and now he’s got NFL prospects. His every dream is coming true, but I know he misses me. He still wishes he had his parents’ approval. He’s on top of his game, but secretly, he’s miserable.
Until a life changing moment has us both reconsidering what we’re going to do with our lives. And if we’re going to end up…
Together.
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