I learned a long time ago that people can’t be trusted. I have my brothers. I don’t need anyone else. Argenta was an anomaly. A moment of weakness. In the space of one night, she slipped past every one of my defenses. For one brief, terrifying moment, she had me believing she was different. That we could be different. But in the cold light of day, I saw the truth. She was just like the rest. Cold. Calculating. I sent her away and tried to move on. But five years later, here she is. Only her name’s not Argenta, it’s Silver. Her father is my newest business partner and she is not the person I thought she was. She pretends not to know me, but I can see it her eyes. She knows exactly who I am. And she hates my guts. That’s too bad because I’ve decided to keep her. She’s mine. This time, she’s not going anywhere. \\\Tobias is a full-length stand-alone contemporary romance (and a low-key secret-baby romance. shhh...) with plenty of heat, no cliffhanger and a heart-melting HEA\\\

My name hasn’t always been Logan and I haven’t always been a Bright. Once upon a time, my name was Matthew Collins and my father is The Family Man, one of the most brutal and notorious serial killer this country has ever known. When I was nine years old, he killed my mother… and then he just kept on killing. Who I am has always been a secret. What I’ve been through and the things that I’ve seen have always been off-limits. Something I don’t talk about. Not with anyone—not even my brothers—and if anyone gets too close to the truth about me or if one of father’s followers manages to find me, I do what I always do. I run. That’s what I should be doing right now. I should be running. Because not only does Jane Halstead know every one of my dark family secrets, she’s determined to drag them and me into the light. Jane knows everything about me but it doesn’t seem to matter. Every time I try to put any sort of distance between us, scare her into leaving me alone, she just closes the gap and refuses to listen. She keeps getting closer and closer. Throws off the delicate balance between who I really am and who I pretend to be. Even though I’m the monster, Jane’s the one who scares me. I hate her for it. But not half as much as I want her.

Delilah Fiorella represents everything I hate. Wealth. Privilege. Power. She runs the New York club scene—where she goes, Manhattan’s wasted elite are sure to follow. I run security for the city’s hottest nightclubs—clubs my billionaire brother just happens to own. Not a night goes by that she and her entourage aren’t causing me grief, one way or another. I’ve come to accept Delilah Fiorella and her spoiled, rich-girl antics are a permanent fixture in my life. I tell myself I won’t let anyone else deal with her bullsh\*t because her sister is my brother’s woman—that makes her family. What I won’t admit to anyone, not even to myself, is that she kissed me once. She was just a kid—barely legal—and too blitzed to realize what she was doing or who she was doing it to... but five years later, I still can’t get the taste of her out of my mouth. My hands still remember what she feels like writhing beneath them. And no matter what it makes me, I want to do it again. When she’s drugged in one of my clubs and someone tries to kidnap her, I feel responsible. When I find out someone is stalking her, threatening to hurt her, I take it personally. When my brother asks me to protect her, I reluctantly agree. Delilah doesn’t want my protection. She wants to tease me. Torture me. Drive me crazy. And I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love every f\*cking minute of it. She’s spoiled and sheltered. Pampered and Indulged. Lives in an Ivory Tower where someone like me will never be welcome. That’s okay—I don’t need an invitation. I don’t need permission. Because the demons inside me have been unleashed and they’ll stop at nothing to protect her and they’ll crawl to hell and back to make her mine.

If there’s anything I know for sure, it’s The world is full of saviors. People who want to save you from the world. From your life. From yourself. And here’s something else I know—saviors are dangerous. Because they claim to care—to love you even—until it gets hard. Because they make promises they never intend to keep. Because the person they’re really trying to save isn’t you. It’s themselves. Because they’re liars. Weak, selfish liars. Every. Single. One of them. No one in this world is worth saving—least of all me. I believed that to my core. Until I met Ophelia. I was seventeen and she was too young. Too young to protect me. Too trapped to save me. But she tried anyway. She tried, even though she knew that saving me would mean destroying herself. And knowing the price she paid for me killed me—kept killing me, every time I thought about it. So I stopped thinking about it. I stopped thinking about her. Stopped wondering what happened to her. Where she was. If she survived… I never thought I’d see her again. But then I did. Suddenly, she’s right in front of me—marked as another man’s property but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because Ophelia needs a savior—a real savior—and this time, it’s going to be me who’s doing the saving. \\\ This book deals with dark, sensitive subject matter and depicts graphic scenes that may trigger those who have dealt with or experienced trauma due to stalking, human trafficking, child abuse, physical abuse/violence and childhood sexual assault. While CSA is not depicted on the page it is talked about. Please read with caution.\\\