Dark Romance

My fiancé’s nephew knows every sin I’ve ever committed. He’s about to become the deepest and darkest of them all. My name is Rory Carter and I do bad things. There’s a charred soul under this angelic exterior and sometimes, I wonder if my weekly confessions to the Sinners Anonymous hotline will be enough to heal it. Marrying the seventy-something head of the Cosa Nostra to save my father is the only good deed I’ve ever done. I’m burning and bitter under the fake smile and tight dresses, but I was keeping it together. Was. Until my fiancé’s nephew turns up to dinner uninvited. Angelo ‘Vicious' Visconti. A beautiful monster with cheekbones as sharp as his tongue. They say I shouldn’t be scared of him, because nine years ago, he went straight. He’s barely a Made Man anymore. But I say, he’s the most dangerous Visconti of all. It’s not just because his cold sneer makes my pulse flutter. Or the way his syrupy drawl trickles down my spine. No. He holds all of my sins in his big, rough hands. And the only sins darker than mine are his own. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE - FORBIDDEN LOVE - AGE GAP - ENEMIES TO LOVERS

Persephone is the Goddess of Spring by title only. The truth is, since she was a little girl, flowers have shriveled at her touch. After moving to New Athens, she hopes to lead an unassuming life disguised as a mortal journalist. Hades, God of the Dead, has built a gambling empire in the mortal world and his favorite bets are rumored to be impossible. After a chance encounter with Hades, Persephone finds herself in a contract with the God of the Dead and the terms are impossible: Persephone must create life in the Underworld or lose her freedom forever. The bet does more than expose Persephone’s failure as a goddess, however. As she struggles to sow the seeds of her freedom, love for the God of the Dead grows—and it’s forbidden.

Persephone's relationship with Hades has gone public and the resulting media storm disrupts her normal life and threatens to expose her as the Goddess of Spring. Hades, God of the Dead, is burdened by a hellish past that everyone's eager to expose in an effort to warn Persephone away. Things only get worse when a horrible tragedy leaves Persephone's heart in ruin and Hades refusing to help. Desperate, she takes matters into her own hands, striking bargains with severe consequences. Faced with a side of Hades she never knew and crushing loss, Persephone wonders if she can truly become Hades' queen.

Dark. Depraved. Deadly. That was the warning that everyone was given about The Hallowed Crows MC. That they were harsh, brutal, and completely unforgiving. And here I am, utterly at their mercy. Again. My dad is dead and now the only people I have left are the boys who ripped out my heart. They loved me, then rejected me. Protected me, then abandoned me. Now they want to control me more than ever before. I thought I’d escaped the black mark placed on my soul, but I was wrong. They might think they own me, but someone else has already claimed me. I’m back, but I wasn’t given much of a choice. It was his cage or their club… Better the devil you know right? But I’m not the same lost little girl they toyed with two years ago. I won’t go down without a fight. Not this time. I’m a Crow and it’s time to call murder. \\\* WARINING. Distrust is book one in a dark reverse harem motorcycle club series. It features themes that some readers may find triggering. Please read the trigger warning before proceeding. """

Death. Distraction. Destruction. That’s all my life consists of now. It wasn't supposed to happen like this, but everything went wrong. I knew the game, the rules, the consequences, yet still I chose to play. And now he's dead. He killed him. I killed him, and nothing will ever be the same again. I thought I could survive, that I could beat him, that I could turn to my best friend and everything would be okay, but I was wrong. Now I have blood on my hands and death in my heart. I thought I had to fight before, that I had to watch my back, but that is nothing compared to now. Any chance of ever getting them on my side again faded the moment that bullet was fired. My saviors My tormentors My salvation. Now nothing but my enemies. I had their love, then their hate, now I have nothing but their rage. It’s said that Crows won’t attack unless you give them a reason. Guess I gave them one.

\PART ONE OF A DUET\ No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet. I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game. She may have won my watch, but she started a war. As she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world. Yeah, lucky to everyone but me. Because the moment her muddy boots stomped down the stairs and up my spine, my empire started to crumble. My cashmere charm is wrinkling. My gentlemanly facade is cracking. My enemies are closing in. Maybe the gypsy was right: The Queen of Hearts will drag me down to hell. At least it’s wonderfully warm among the flames. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE - ENEMIES TO LOVERS - AGE GAP - SLOW BURN \\\* SOMME’S NOTES: Sinners Condemned is part one of a duet, and because of this, it ends on a cliffhanger. Rafe & Penny’s story continues in Sinners Consumed, which will be out September 7. For a better reading experience, please read Sinners Anonymous before reading Sinners Condemned. You should know that I write dark romance, and my stories–including this one–aren’t for the faint of heart. They contain several triggers, so aren’t suitable for everyone.

\PART 2 OF A DUET\ My world is on fire, and I’m obsessed with the girl who lit the match. Bloodied knuckles and a lifeless body at my feet confirm it: Penny is my demise. My gentlemanly facade is nothing but a memory. My sins are seeping through my shirt like ink. I tried to leave her. Couldn’t do it. I tried to snuff the life out of her. Couldn’t do that, either. So we’ll slow dance in the flames until I’m nothing but ash and embers. I’ll only rise like a phoenix when she’s gone. The problem is, I’d never let her go. No, she’d have to run far, far, away to escape me. And maybe she will if I just told her the truth: I own the Sinners Anonymous Hotline. And I’ve listened to every call she’s ever made. DARK MAFIA ROMANCE - ENEMIES TO LOVERS - AGE GAP - SLOW BURN \\\* SOMME’S NOTES: Sinners Consumed is part two of a duet. Rafe & Penny’s story starts in Sinners Condemned, which will be out September 7. For a better reading experience, please read Sinners Anonymous before reading Sinners Condemned & Sinners Consumed. You should know that I write dark romance, and my stories–including this one–aren’t for the faint of heart. They contain several triggers, so aren’t suitable for everyone.

Nina Charming, captivating, and seductive, And a cold-blooded killer. But I married the Pakhan of the Russian Bratva anyway. I had to. It was part of the deal. Now, I’m faking marital bliss, As I tremble with fear, And I cannot wait to be out of the clutches of this ruthless man. Roman I get anything I desire. And I want this perfectly imperfect little manipulator. The way she can deceive anyone into believing she’s crazy in love with me, Just makes me want her even more. She doesn't know it yet, But I am not letting her go. The deal - is off. \*Painted Scars is a full-length novel with several open-door steamy scenes, no cheating and a guaranteed HEA. This is the first book in Perfectly Imperfect dark mafia series. Each book in this series features a different couple and can be read as a standalone, but for maximum enjoyment, follow the recommended reading order.

It’s a harmless way for a college student to make extra money… until it isn’t. I’m careful not to show my face, so why do I feel like I’m being watched when the camera turns off? No one should know who I am or be able to find me, but they do, and things quickly spiral out of control. The two unhinged men who fill my cam chat with all the deplorable things they want to do to me are closer than I think. To them I’m just a pretty little tease, and their obsession turns into something so much more than I bargain for. I should have run away when they found me, because now it’s too late for me to be anything except theirs.

I should’ve been able to leave them in the past, especially once I’d gone home for winter break. Yet as soon as my plane touches down in St. Augustine, my sweetest nightmares are waiting for me, reminding me of all of the reasons I can’t stop thinking about them. I tell myself that I need to end this before I’m the one with a knife in my stomach; that Oliver and Rook are the worst kind of people and certainly not capable of love. Until the unthinkable happens when they aren’t around, leaving me broken, hurting, and confused. Suddenly I can’t tell what’s right or wrong anymore, and their darkness beckons to all of my broken edges, promising me something I can’t find outside of their embrace. But once I give into the darkness they offer, I’ll never be able to go back to who I was. And that’s exactly what they want. Pretty Little Killer is the second book of the Pretty Obsessions series. It includes MMF, MFM, MM, and mature content. To see a full list of possible triggers, use the look inside feature of the book.

CASSIE How to make the handsome, brooding man across the street notice me. Step one: Deliver baked goods to his front porch, even though he never answers his door and always returns the containers when I'm not home. Step two: Slowly lose my mind as a whole year passes without ever running into him, no matter how hard I try. Step three: Have my boudoir photos accidentally delivered to his mailbox instead of mine. Have him open the package. Then have him storm into my home for the most panty\-melting scolding of my life. Step four: Still figuring out step four. HANS I'm a dangerous man. A man who has spent the last two decades removing so many souls from this earth that it's a miracle my hands aren't permanently stained red. I'm a man who belongs in the shadows. I certainly don't belong in my pretty little neighbor's bedroom when she's not home, touching her things and inhaling her scent. I shouldn't follow her. Shouldn't watch her. Because no number of cookies on my doorstep will change the fact that love isn't an option for me. The only option left for me is violence.

How far will a bad man go to protect his family...