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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.

Dante DiLustro. Persistent. Stubborn. Deadly. The devil. Juliette Brennan. Tenacious. Beautiful. Formidable. The minx. She never expected his persistence, nor the way her body warmed each time the devil came around, which only made her fight the attraction that much harder. She had vengeance to deliver and now there was blood on her hands. She had her secrets and she intended to keep them. Let the world think she was crazy, out of control. It made her real sins easy to hide. One visit to Las Vegas sent it all spiraling to hell. There was a reason Dante was considered the Devious Kingpin. But one thing was certain. This Juliette didn’t need a Romeo and she certainly wasn’t a damsel in distress.

Nico Morrelli. My blackmailer. A liar. I stole from him. And when he came to collect, the money was gone. I used it to try and save someone I loved, but it still wasn’t enough. Now, Nico Morrelli is blackmailing me for the money I took. He’s ruthless and unyielding. The wolf in an armani suit. The man makes my body crave submission. Yet, he can cost me and my girls everything. When he forced me into the underworld, he destroyed the sacrifices my family made to keep me safe. I can’t become a tool for his revenge. My stakes are much higher. As my secrets unfold, I’m no longer sure who to trust. If only my heart didn’t want him so much.

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.