Kelsey Navarro Foster

Three…Two…One… The game has just begun. Shadows crawl across the walls of an abandoned warehouse. A knife waits on the table. A clock bleeds away the seconds. Someone isn’t leaving alive. My only chance of survival lies with the three men searching for me in the dark. I let my guard down with X, the funny psychopath who has been following me for weeks, claiming I’m his future wife…Until he put his fingers around my throat and the laughter died away. Now he’s convinced he’s going to kill me and I’m not entirely sure he’s wrong. Whip is the sin I paid for. He was supposed to be a transaction—one night only. Instead, he took my firsts and left me craving seconds neither of us should want. And Levi… the ex-prisoner who wrote me letters that stole my heart. But love doesn’t protect us from a killer who knows all our secrets. As sins are exposed and lies unravel, one thing becomes apparent. The game isn’t over. And the rules are written in blood. Whips and Chains is the second book in the Saint View Murder Squad trilogy and cannot be read as a standalone. Start the series with book 1, X’s and O’s. This book contains dark themes that may trigger some readers.

A new Saint View dark reverse harem series coming in 2025. X's story starts here. Release date is temporary and will be brought forward. Cover and blurb to come.

This steamy, one bed romantic comedy will bring all the laughs while making your cheeks blush at the same time. Sometimes the quietest are the most . . . vocal . . . Word to the wise, never become roommates with a girl you’ve been pining over for the better part of a year. You’re probably wondering why I would do such a thing? Well, I didn’t. It was my teammates. The moment they found out Blakely White was single, they took it upon themselves to play cupid and instruct me on how I should win her over. Don't wear a shirt around her. Make her dinner. Lightly touch her shoulder when you say goodbye. I'm so flustered, so overwhelmed, so madly in love with this woman who barely notices me, that I lose control of the situation and make one huge mistake: I offer to be her fake date for a wedding so she can make her ex jealous. That means, for one whole night I get a free pass with her. I get to hold her, dance with her, kiss her…stare at her from across the room like she’s my entire world because she has been for months now. But when the night comes to an end, I’m faced with two options: bring her back to my bedroom and show her how I really feel, or let her walk away, succumbing to the fact that I very well might not be her type.