Captive Souls

My job is to break Piper Matthews.
But to leave her breathing afterward.
An important distinction, since I don’t walk away from a job without blood on my hands.
That’s how I like it. How it needs to be.
I’m comfortable with death. Pain. Cruelty.

No conscience troubled me when I took Piper Matthews deep into the Appalachian woods, intending on fracturing her mind, destroying her.
I never imagined she would destroy me instead.
With her smile. Her laughter. Her forgiving heart that isn’t mine to take.
The heart she gives me despite my blackened soul.

My mangled, ruined heart beats only for her. And the feral beast inside of me will tear apart all those who think they can hurt her.
Now my job is to take down the man who employed me to break her so the could own her.
No one in this world will own Piper. No one will hurt her.
Because that pleasure is reserved solely for me.

New Hope, Old Grudges

Enemies to Lovers Holiday Romance

Everyone’s rock bottom is different.
For Willow Watson, it’s moving back to New Hope, Colorado.
The town she promised herself she’d never set foot in again. The place she’s forced to go back to when she has nothing left.
Nothing but the family she abandoned.

And now she’s back.

But hitting rock bottom isn’t just about losing everything and being forced back to the small town rife with mountains, rugged beauty and awful memories.

No, rock bottom includes entering town limits and realizing that the man she’s hated for years, Brody Adams, her high school bully, is now the sheriff.

And he doesn’t remember her.

Willow is making sure she steers clear of Brody Adams. Until the night he rescues her in a snowstorm and she’s trapped with him, her memories and the realization that she doesn’t just hate Brody Adams.

She wants him too.

Doyenne

A Billionaire Romance

I don't know what it's like to feel.
To hurt.

The ability was stolen from me in my youth.
I consider that theft a gift.

Feelings got in the way when you were building an empire.
Amassing power.

I had the empire.
I had the power.

One moment in an alley changed everything.

What took over a decade to amass was snatched away in a second.

He killed for me.

But he didn't save me.

Birds of Paradise

He collected beautiful things.
Rare things.
Ripped them out of their natural environment and preserved them in all of their dead splendor.
The problem was I wasn't beautiful. I was all of the hideous and ugly realities of the world packaged into one broken human being.
He came to kill me.
That was his business.
Death.
He ripped me out of my natural environment, the prison I'd created, and locked me away with all of his beautiful dead things.
I hated him.
I still hate him.
But if I was given the choice and the ability to leave this cage, come back to life, I'd stay dead.
In all of my hideous splendor.
Because my murderer can only possess dead things.
And I can only be possessed by someone more broken and ugly than me.

Midnight Sommelier

We had a plan, my husband and I. Settle down in Black Mountain. Raise two boys. Send them to Black Mountain Academy, the same school their father went to, the elite school that defined futures. We were going to give them the best possible life. Until our beautiful life became a living nightmare with one phone call. One funeral. One year of hell. I was a bad widow, a bad mother for one year. One year of suffering, of being the talk of the Black Mountain Academy gossip circle. But I was going to get myself together. Be picture perfect like I once was, even if I was dead inside. Then he moved in next door. Entered my nightmare. Brought me back to life. Ruined everything. "Black Mountain Academy. From the outside, it may look perfect and ideal—school uniforms, exemplary teachers, privileged students. But anyone on the inside could tell you about the debauchery, the scandals, the drama, the forbidden--taboo--romances. Because where Black Mountain Academy is concerned... never judge a book by its cover."

What Grows Dies Here

“You will be loved many times by many men. But you will only ever love one man. And that man will be your destruction.”

Wren Whitney lives a remarkable life. She is a child of Beverly Hills, growing up in boarding schools, on private jets, a life of extreme wealth and privilege.

Wren Whitney lives for adventure. She is afraid of nothing. She says no to nothing. Her existence is a blur of international escapades, outrageous stories and the many men who love her.

Wren Whitney has never been in love. She has said the words many times, but she has never meant them. I love you is the only lie she’s ever told. Except when she said the words to her girlfriends, the people she most adores. But to a man? No. She will never mean those three words. Because that would be the end of the life she holds so dear.

Wren Whitney knows that the second she meets him, he will destroy her. That she will love him with everything that she is. Until her dying day. She tries to fight it, feebly. Because she is a woman who isn’t afraid of anything.

Not even him.

“He will be your sun. Your stars. Your moon. Even though this man is darkness itself. Midnight personified.”

Wren Whitney does not trouble herself by thinking about the consequences of her actions. Not considering the possibility that the events she’s put in motion have let him into her life. She never could have imagined what would happen to her. To them. How utterly ruined they will both be by their love.

A Thousand Cuts

An Enemies To Lovers Mafia Romance

I did not set out to be a mafia wife.
I came into this home, into this life as a hostage.
He was nothing more than my captor.
A murderer. A criminal. A monster.
Until he was more than that.
He took me as payment for a debt. Nothing more than a pawn in an intricate game of lies, manipulation and death.
He saw the darkness in me. It called to him. Just like his wretched soul called to me.
He was king of the underworld.
And he wanted me to be his queen.
But despite how much the most depraved parts of me wanted that crown, I knew I only had one option.
Take the Catalano family down.
Or die trying.

Hush

They were taken.Off the street. From parking lots. Malls. Playgrounds.Snatched from life and thrust into hell.
They took Orion Darby on a perfect summer day, while she could still taste her first kiss on her lips.
She joined the others with chains on their ankles and scars on their souls.They turned into nothing more than statistics. Cold cases.

Lost girls.
Years passed and the world forgot.
Until the day they escaped.

This is not about their captivity.This is about their struggle to return to a life that's passed them by.This was the real world.But for Orion, this was hell.You see... freedom isn't enough.
She needs blood.