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Enrico Marchetti. One of the five Italian mafia kings. Powerful. Untouchable. Corrupt. It started with one innocent look across a room in Paris. He was a lot older than me. A Roman god dressed in an Italian suit, surrounded by an aura I couldn’t resist. When I ran into him again, he effortlessly pulled me under his spell. But little did I know, a night full of carnal pleasure would cost me everything. When Enrico Marchetti wanted something, he didn’t just take it. He possessed it. Now, his sights were set on me. There were secrets this man was keeping. They surrounded him, his dead wife, his children. I wanted no part of it, but there was no escaping him. He had taken me to his kingdom, locked the doors, and thrown away the key. Now the only thing left to do was fight. Even if it killed me.

Lovers-Enemies-Lovers Forced Marriage Mafia Romance Basilio DiLustro. Charming. Deadly. A monster dressed in a three-piece-suit. Wynter Star. Realist with the most romantic of hearts, hiding it all under her ice princess fame. The two were never meant to cross paths. When they do, worlds collide and volcanoes erupt. Basilio makes her feel everything when she’s with him. Protected. Loved. Desired. Every monster has a weakness. She’s his. His obsession. His addiction. His only salvation. Theirs is a love twisted with secrets and tainted by lies. And when history comes knocking, it could shatter everything.

Sasha Nikolaev. The unhinged mobster. Satan’s spawn with pale blue eyes. I made him a promise years ago. Granted, I only made it so he’d kiss me. But it was a promise made nonetheless. So I waited. And waited some more. He never came back to collect. So I moved on. Never would I have ever thought I'd see him the day I walked down the aisle. Except there he was, waiting for me in the pews. Sasha Nikolaev. When he snatched me in the middle of the ceremony, for the whole world to see, shit hit the fan. He claimed I had a debt to pay. My family promised retribution. My fiancé did the same. And now, nothing will ever be the same.

Things that stress out this widowed single mom: high fructose corn syrup, intrusive thoughts about my son getting swept up by a tornado, and the sexiest hockey player to grace this planet. Oh, and the fact that I’m also said hockey player’s physical therapist. But we’ll lock that tidbit away in the same nightstand as my battery-operated toys. Moving my son and me across the country to live with my three best friends and our seven children into one dilapidated Boston brownstone should have been the biggest risk I’ve ever taken–not figuring out how to protect my heart, career, and panties while trying to navigate my secret double life. But Rowan ‘Slick’ Parker is nothing if not hell-bent on taking slapshots at my comfort zone. The more I try to keep things professional, the more he works to break the rules with his charming grin, piercing gaze, and world-class rear end. Not to mention, he adores my son. So, I finally give in. Don’t worry, though, it’s all temporary–a way for us to get each other out of our systems. But little do I know, ‘temporary’ has a way of leaving lasting impressions on the heart.

Stefan Dalca is infuriatingly handsome. And annoyingly persistent. We’re supposed to hate each other. But apparently he didn’t get the memo, because he’s been asking me out for years. And I always say no. Until today. Today he has something that I desperately need. Today he’s a savior, and I’m his prize. Our time together starts out as a simple transaction. Three dates. No touching. No telling anyone. And definitely no falling in love. But with every intimate conversation, and each stolen glance, the tension between us builds. The way he looks at me gives me butterflies. And when he finally touches me? We sizzle. Stefan makes me feel seen in a way no other person has before. He cherishes my words as passionately as my body. He makes me laugh. He makes me blush. He calls me kitten. He’s not the villain he’s been made out to be. And suddenly I find myself longing for him in a way the people closest to me wouldn’t approve of or understand. Giving in to Stefan Dalca is playing with fire. But with him I don’t even mind the heat.

Luca King. The notorious playboy. A master of one night stands. My constant shadow. Wherever I went, he was always there. Until he wasn’t. One wild night at a masquerade party was all it took. I got pregnant, broke my engagement, and failed my family. The worst part? I had no idea who the father of my baby was. I had only one clue—a Prince Albert piercing. Not exactly a smoking gun. My parents disowned me after I refused to marry the prospects they presented. It wasn’t my fault I became gun shy. The last four men I met ended up dead. It was safer to have this baby on my own. Our world was a dangerous one. And without the protection of my family, I was running out of time. So it left me with no choice but to disappear, leaving no trace of where I went. That was until Luca King found me at my lowest. Maybe I should have tried harder to stay hidden, because he would surely be my destruction.

Being a beta in a world where alphas are meant for omegas is hard. Then Love McKinley had to go and make things even harder by falling in love with not one, but two alphas—completely off the script she had for her life. Add in one giant birth-control screw-up, and she can't let herself think too hard about what might happen if her alphas meet their omega. After all, one perfectly compatible scent could rip away everything in the blink of an eye. Life as the longtime girlfriend of one of the most popular rock bands of a generation isn't easy to begin with, and Love isn't about to crumble when things get tough. Toss in a couple of alpha security guys who aren't intimidated in the least by her baby bump, a fight for social justice, and a father motivated only by appearances? Things are about to get really interesting. No Omega Needed is book three in the Ruined Records series. It features a new FMC and love interests. If you start here, you'll get the full scope of their relationship, but you will miss out on some of the backstory.

A bet turned into a nightmare. She broke my heart. Broke me. Broke us. Only one thing could mend the gaping wound she left behind. Her. Naomi. All mine for the taking. All mine for owning. All mine. Black Thorns is a dark new adult book that contains dubious situations some listeners might find offensive and/or triggering. This is the last part of a duet and is not stand-alone.

Addie Sunny Burke is the all-American life of the party. The golden boy everybody loves, a talented cowboy, and the man who warms my bed at night. In rodeo circles, they call Kai Hunt "Frost" because of his determination to win and his icy exterior. He's never made it a secret he can't stand his best friend's girl. Aka, me. Then the three of us got into a car, and everything changed. Because only two left it alive. In the aftermath, I slink back home to my little country town to lick my wounds. Yet fate has other plans. When a job offer rolls in, the assignment is simple. Tour the US on the pro bull-riding tour. Write down the riders' secrets, and then share them with the world in a weekly gossip column. But how can I go, when he'll be there? The man who's avoided me ever since the accident. He's made it clear how he feels about me, and what happened that night. What does it matter if his gaze sets my body on fire? What does it matter if my heart screams that he's it ? He's the one. It doesn't. Not when there's more than just the ghosts of that night keeping us apart. Secrets, racial tensions, and heart-stopping action explode in this black woman-white man interracial romance. High angst and super sexy scenes make Ride Dirty, Cowboy an unmissable addition to Elle Thorpe's Dirty Cowboy series. This book can be listened to as a stand-alone and contains a happily ever after.