She ran. I caught her. Now she's mine. Hunting down Mira was supposed to be a simple assignment. She thought she could disappear—cover her tracks, hide behind false names and small towns—but I found her, and I intend to drag her back, kicking and screaming if necessary. But getting Mira home isn't easy. She fights like a cornered animal, desperate to escape the secrets she's hiding. Her defiancé ignites something dark and possessive inside me, something that threatens the cold control I pride myself on. The longer we're together, the more I realize Mira isn't just a job—she's an obsession. If I don't deliver Mira safely, innocent lives hang in the balance. But the deeper I get, the harder it becomes to choose between duty and desire. Losing Mira isn't an option, but keeping her might just cost me everything. If you crave the possessive darkness of Zoe Blake and the pulse-racing tension of Jane Henry, DEVIOUS MADNESS will be your next addiction. Grab your copy of DEVIOUS MADNESS now and surrender to the thrill.

She’s my obsession—and I'll destroy anything that stands between us. Vivienne Frost is a waitress in my club. She's smart-mouthed, breathtaking, and entirely off-limits. She thinks she can outrun her past, serve drinks, and keep her secrets buried. But I've seen the bruises and listened to her lies. Her willful resistance awakens a brutal kind of need in me—one that chips away at the control I’ve spent years perfecting. The deeper I dig, the darker her past gets—blackmail, a missing ring, and a ghost from the Irish mob who wants her back. She’s scared, stubborn, and drowning in pain she won’t explain. She thinks she can handle this alone. She’s wrong. And I’ll burn down anyone who tries to take her from me.

The DeAngelos thought they could steal what was ours. I’ll cross every boundary to make Sienna mine. Piece by piece, I will devour her until there's nothing left but me. To the victor goes the spoils, and she is the finest prize I’ve ever claimed. The moment the veil is lifted and I see my bride walking down the aisle toward me, her fate is sealed. There will be no mercy. No negotiations. No illusions of choice. She will make her vows, take her place at my side, and crawl willingly into the cage I built for her. She’s temptation stitched into lace. The harder I fight the pull of her, the more fierce my obsession grips me. She’s the enemy. The spoils of a war she had no part in. Now she’s wearing my ring, warming my bed, and bound to my authority. And I love to see her bound. The war may be over, but the vultures continue to circle. I will burn the world to ash before I let them get their claws into her. She’s mine. And her complete, willing submission? That’s the sweetest revenge of all.