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A debt is owed, and he takes me as payment.
- Romantic Suspense
- Kidnapping Romance
- Billionaire Romance
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The Cells of Kalashov
The Collector #1
She isn’t mine, but that won’t stop me from keeping her.
My job is never easy. They fight, claw, and plead for me to let them go. But I never do. I’m the collector for Victor, a ruthless Russian mob boss. I collect every time. I never fail. Until Mila.
I knew this day would come.
Victor threatened to send his collector. He warned me I would return one way or another. That time is now. I go willingly. I don’t fight or scream. I know it’s pointless. But The Collector breaks the rules. He doesn’t take me to Victor. He keeps me for himself. Only, he has no idea what he’s set in motion. He has no idea who I am.
Now his fate is sealed along with mine.
The Handler #2
I'm The Handler for the Bratva Mafia—I TIE UP LOOSE ENDS
When a ship transporting seven highly valued assets is attacked and six of them stolen, leaving behind a dead security team and one witness, I'm brought in to handle the situation.
But this isn’t my usual clean-up job.
I'm an assassin, not a detective.
I'm handed a black-haired beauty who spits lies. I need to uncover the truth she is hiding in order to find the other assets.
There's only one problem—HER.
Everything about her calls for me to take her, but she is pure—untouchable.
A highly valued asset to the mafia.
One taste of her could cost me my life.
I was ten when I was stolen
Snatched by the sea
Taken to a world where virgins are put on pedestals—untouchable
Until they are sold
When six of the girls are taken and our private security team slaughtered, The Handler is called in to find them.
He's dark and dangerous.
Not a man I should trust.
But I have to trust that he can find them, and I'm willing to do anything it takes to get them back.
Once he finds them, I will make sure he sets them free, even if it costs me everything.
The Sixth #3
I storm into Lenny’s club ready to destroy him if he doesn’t pay up.
He offers me a down payment that I can’t refuse.
A distraction I can’t afford.
A responsibility I can’t ignore.
Katina, my best friend’s little sister, was Lenny’s little pet.
Now she’s mine.
But, I can’t keep her.
I can’t touch her.
Maybe just one taste.
But, one taste is all it takes and I’m addicted.
She’s off limits, but staying away from her is impossible.
To him I will always be his best friend's little sister.
And now that he’s cost me my job, I’m a debt.
A wrong he has to make right.
But, I see the dark desire burning in his eyes.
I feel it merge with mine.
I know he’s fighting his desire for me.
I’m done fighting mine.
There’s no way I could fall for a guy like him.
I know Tomas.
And dangerous for my soul.
The Obsessed Duet:
A Deadly Obsession #1
A Cruel Confession #2
He’s brutal, cold and dangerous. She’s a naïve virgin who doesn’t know how to follow his rules.
I’ve been groomed my whole life to become his wife.
He’s brutal, cold and dangerous.
The rules are set in his home. Rules we must obey.
Each time I break them, I draw his attention.
He sends fear pulsing through my body, but also a desire that I don’t understand.
I decide I no longer want to become his wife.
He decides that I will become his obsession instead.
It’s a deadly obsession, one I fear I won’t survive.
She’s a naïve virgin who doesn’t know how to follow the rules.
I want to hurt her and claim her.
She becomes my every thought and I know that’s dangerous.
I can’t lose focus on what’s important. I have an empire to rule.
But each time she crosses me, I want to punish her.
I want her in my bed; I want her to be mine.
But claiming her comes with a price that just might cost me my throne.
Broken People Duet
Deceive Me #1
Save Me #2
They say love and hate dance together along the same line. My feelings for Layla don’t dance on the line; they destroy it. It’s been seven years since she disappeared without a trace. And now she’s back, but things have changed—I’ve changed. I’m no longer the Jared she remembers, the boy who wanted to protect her. I’m very much my father’s son, and I take what I want, and what I want is Layla. But this time, I’m keeping her forever.
Seven years—that’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen him. After painstakingly putting myself back together, I’m finally ready to start a life without his memory chasing my every step. Imagine my surprise when my new beginning leads me straight back to him. Only he’s not the boy I remember.
Hiding secrets that want to destroy him. He hates me. He wants me. I’m not sure I’ll survive the man he has become. His demons threaten to destroy us both.
Wild Irish Series
Killing for me is easy. Loving is an entirely different thing.
Una is the only person I ever gave a damn about, but she's off limits. I’m grateful she only spends the summer with us. I can't risk her getting involved in my life of crime. But now she’s here, all grown up, and this time, I don’t think I can stay away from her.
When Una starts partying with Darragh, who’s as wild and unpredictable as they come, I can't afford keeping my distance any longer. Bodies seem to stack up wherever he goes. Cleaning up his messes used to be annoying. Now I have Una to consider, Una to protect.
My family is belly deep in the criminal underworld, and she's a distraction I can't afford. The closer she gets to me, the more I'm spiraling out of control.
I can't let her see who I really am, but I can't seem to let her go.
She owns the land that I need… to hide bodies.
A city girl with no ties to the land. It was supposed to be an easy buy. No complications. And definitely no conflicts.
But her soft eyes have me hooked. Having her is all can I think about.
But she isn’t the reason why I’m here. The task at hand is crucial. There can be no room for mistakes.
Family comes first. It’s what the O’Reagans have always lived by. Returning home without this land isn’t an option.
Is losing my family worth gambling with my heart?
She was only supposed to be a job, but now I can't seem to walk away.
Fighting is all I’ve ever done. I’ve fought for my father, my brothers. I’ve fought for money or just for the thrill of it but now I have a new reason to fight. I must fight to keep Ava safe only this time it’s not with my fists.
I’m broke, working a dead end job while hiding from my abusive ex. So yeah life isn’t great right now, that is until Connor. He arrives at the bar I’m working at, strikes up a conversation and I’m hooked.
I’m hooked because he’s awkward and there’s darkness in him that I’m drawn to. Yet it’s also the reason that I know I should stay away.
He's rich, egotistical and a womanizer. She's angry dark and sarcastic. What could possibly go wrong?
My official punishment for messing up is working in one of my brother’s hotels. The unofficial one? I’m stuck with Ciara. Angry, dark and sarcastic, she fills in my days.
Sick of being penniless, robbing a bank seems a no-brainer. That was until I got caught and I’m the scapegoat once again. Normally, choosing between my life and my friends would have been easy. Simple maths. That was until Ciara. She’s making me regret a lot of my past and question most of my decisions.
The closer we grow she’s all I can think about. She swears she will never sleep with me, but I love a challenge. I will have her no matter what the cost.
The streets of Dublin were all I’ve ever known. When Liam O’Reagan offers me a job, working in one of his hotels, things start to look up for me. That is until Darragh O’Reagan is dropped into my life and we have to work together. He’s everything I can’t stand: rich, egotistical and a womanizer. The closer we get the more of him I see, and I soon realize he’s worth saving. But at what cost?
With the O’Reagan’s the price tag always seems too high.
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She’s a Virgin and my prisoner. There is only one rule – I’m not allowed to touch her…
I’m his prisoner. Placed in a golden cage. Being this close to Liam allows me to see the man behind the suit, he’s scary as hell but I want him.
I want him to have all of me. I want him to see me, and I hope that he keeps me. I can’t go back, I won’t survive.
I don’t let people in. I need to keep them out. But then she becomes my prisoner and before long she’s in my bed opening me up slowly and turning my world upside down.
I can’t keep her, she has to go back. But I’m not sure letting her go is possible anymore, even if that means causing a war.
A war that will mark my family for all time.
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Intro into Chapter One
Intro into Chapter One
“Dance for me.”
A soft melody plays in the background, its beat is designed for swaying hips. I want to open my eyes, but the earlier warning to keep them closed has my lashes resting on my cheeks. Wringing my hands behind my back I squeeze my eyes tighter. The crop top I wear just barely covers my breasts, doing very little to hide the humiliation that burns my chest. I keep my hands firmly joined so I don’t start yanking at the top.
“Don’t fidget. Do as you’re told and most importantly keep your eyes closed at all times.” Linda’s words of warning were given before we entered the room.
So, I am doing as I am told and not fidgeting. My black stilettos click on the oak polished floor as I move slowly from one foot to the other. My face burns as Linda sniggers at my stiff and mechanical movements. Anger races through me and I’m tempted to open my eyes, but I don’t. Her warning to me was clear. I’m not allowed to set my eyes on my new master. I’m not worthy, she had told me the first day I had arrived here. I wanted to tell her that I didn’t want to be worthy. The only thing I wanted was to go home. Not be here in this castle with this man that my father had sold me to. I’ve been here three weeks and the pain of being sold by my own father to clear his gambling debt still pierces me.
“Is that how you dance for me?” A shiver races across my bare arms and I stop dead in my tracks. His voice is behind me. Every fiber of my being is awake, alert. I want to turn and see the man who bought me. His breath touches my bare back. His question is filled with disappointment.
Letting out a heavy breath that shakes on the end, I listen to the music again and find the beat. Dipping my head, I let it fill me as my hips move to the music. I don’t think of how I’ve been sold or how humiliating this is. My eyes burn and I pour all that anger into the dance. My hips sway wider, my head rises.
“Good girl.” His breath brushes my cheek. The heat of his body is right behind me. I falter slightly but find my rhythm again. I hate his praise. I hate him. I hate my father. I move faster finding the freedom I am seeking in the music. My hands flutter out to either side of me, controlling the movement of my hips as the music picks up its pace, crossing that mountain that I’m racing across with the tempo. Throwing my head back, I allow myself to smile as I move my body as if a lover’s hands were caressing me. Linda no longer sniggers and no one else interrupts my dance. I’m not sure if he is still behind me, but I continue to move until the song ends and I’m left standing in the silent room, feeling a bit breathless. The silence has me searching behind my eyelids for a change in the darkness that I have become accustomed to.
“Were you a dancer before?” His voice is no longer behind me.
His question catches me off guard. “What?” I shuffle, moving to try and follow the flow of his deep, hard voice.
“Answer him.” Linda’s voice pierces the silence. She always sounds like she is one moment away from exploding. Like every button of hers has been pressed one too many times.
“No.” I hold my breath and stand rigid like a circus monkey waiting to hear what my next trick will be. No one speaks and the longer I stand here half-naked, the more fear seems to grow in me. I’ve waited for the last three weeks to be raped or tortured, but instead, I’m made to dance for this man. I don’t think anyone else is ever in the room, aside from Linda. I have no idea what she is to him. A lover? Possibly. I have no idea why I’m not allowed to see him. Is he scarred or deformed? My eyes continue to search the darkness. I am sure I’m the only other person here; I’ve never heard—or seen—anyone else.
The castle that I’ve been brought to is one I’ve visited several times. I just had no idea that anyone lived here. It’s open to the public all year ‘round. A select amount of rooms showcase what it would have looked like in its glory days. The part I’m in is far more modern. But you didn’t doubt that you were in a grand castle.
A small, warm hand touches my bare arm and I’m escorted from the room. I turn my head in the direction his voice always comes from, but I don’t dare open my eyes. I think he’s tall, his voice is deep, but I have no idea of the rest.
The click of the door behind me acts as a signal, telling me it’s finally safe to look up. The light hurts my eyes for a moment. Linda moves me forward. Her sharp features are striking, high cheekbones, and a perfectly straight nose. Thin lips that never smile. She’s every photographer's dream, that is if you get past the darkness in her brown eyes. She carries it like a shield. Red nails wrap around my forearm and squeeze slightly when I don’t walk quickly enough. She never speaks to me like a person, and after the first few days here, I gave up.
We reach my room and that is where Linda takes her leave. Blonde hair cut close to her head doesn’t take away from her hard beauty as she gives me one final look. The door closes in my face and I hate the silence immediately.
Turning, I catch myself in the full-length mirror. I look cheap. My eyes burn again and I push down the pain as I kick off the stilettos. Shimmying out of the black skirt, I walk straight to the wardrobe and get out the only thing that isn’t degrading, a white silk nightgown. Putting it on, it falls just above my knees, covering my half-naked body.
Several thoughts race through my mind like they do every day. Why did my father sell me? I know he has a large debt to this man, but who sold their only child, their only daughter to someone? What does this man want with me? So far I’ve been clothed, fed, and given a room. But I know this won’t last forever. Double doors are wide open as I walk into my bathroom. It’s half the size of my room here, which is also a ridiculous size. I spend most of my days trapped in here pretending that I live here and I can leave my room whenever I want. I just don’t want to. Tying my hair up, silky black strands manage to escape the tie and dangle around my face. I push them back as I face the mirror. Frightened green eyes stare back at me, sparkling with uncertainty. I look away unable to face what I see reflected back at me. The white hand basin holds me up as I grip either side of it. Memories of my life slip through my hands like sand as my chest tightens. It feels as if someone has sucked all the air from the room and I lose my grip. The walls close in as I hit the tiled floor hard. The ceiling hovers over me a million light-years away. Gold coving dips and melts as my brain short circuits.
Blue eyes, like the blue of the clearest sky, stare down at me. The softness of the bed under me molds around my back. I can’t look away. His eyes are kind and not what I expected. He isn’t scarred, his tanned skin is smooth, he looks normal. My gaze flickers around the room as I look for Linda, but she isn’t here. Fear skitters across my skin, dampening it in its wake. We’ve never been alone before. I’ve wondered for three weeks what this man looks like. Now that I’m face to face with him, all I wanted to do is close my eyes and un-see him. I fear the consequences.
“Do you know what happened?”
His voice is wrong. It’s too high pitched, too gentle. I was so used to that raspy, deep, hard voice. This isn’t him. I try to sit up, but my head swims.
“You need to rest.” Gentle hands push me back down. “You’ve hit your head pretty hard.” His words send a sharp pain to my head. I remember looking in the mirror and then I couldn’t breathe.
“I couldn’t breathe,” I whisper.
“You will be okay.”
My focus is back on his blue eyes. The silver scope around his neck comes into view. I hadn’t noticed it before.
“You’re a doctor?” I say trying to sit up again. Instead of making me stay still, he helps me sit up, fixing several pillows behind me.
“Yes, I am. I can assure you, you will be fine.” His soft smile has my stomach twisting. I stare at him until his smile slowly disappears. My heart beats rapidly as my mind screams to beg him to get me out of here. I swallow. If I left, my father would be killed. That’s the deal. He deserves to die. He really does, but I’m not about to sign my own father's death sentence. I break eye contact with the doctor and will my heart to slow down.
The door to my bedroom opens and Linda walks in. She captivates the doctor. Her hips sway perfectly in her black and white pencil skirt. The white shirt is see-through, her black bra on full display.
“Doctor Rodgers, how is our patient?” Linda’s lips do something I have never seen them do before; they lift into a half smile. She looks slightly innocent—or is youthful more accurate? She no longer has that tortured look she normally wears.
“She’s doing fine. A bit more rest and she will be right as rain.” His blue eyes flicker to me, it’s brief like I’m the last thing he wants to talk about. His focus is now back on Linda.
“You’re a lifesaver.” Linda stops at my bedside and looks down at me like I mean something to her. “She gave us all quite the scare.”
Was there a threat in her words? I wasn’t sure. I sink further into the pillows. “Sorry. I’m not sure what happened.”
She barks a short soft laugh. “One too many drinks.”
“With Gerald?” Linda’s smile falters at Doctor Rodgers’ question.
“No.” She answers quickly. “We better not keep you.” She holds out his bag to him with a forced smile. My brain is spinning on the name Gerald. Is that his name?
The doctor’s brows pull down at his quick dismissal. He takes the bag with uncertainty. “Are you sure you don’t need me to stay and keep an eye on her?”
“We have already taken up enough of your time.” Linda widens her arm, a gesture for him to come along.
He does so with disappointment in his voice. “Okay. Well, you know where I am.”
It hits me hard after the door closes—I’m alone again. I stare at the door, the minute’s tick by and melt into one another. I want to use my voice, I want to break the silence but words are useless, they will shatter the silence only briefly before it pieces itself back together, it becomes more solid and stronger. I learn to accept what I can’t change. Closing my eyes, I let the darkness in and surprisingly, I find sleep.
When I open my eyes the room is dark. I don’t have windows in my room. My eyes skitter across the darkness. Someone turned off my lights, they were always left on. I push back the blanket and step out onto the cold wooden floor, the coldness absorbs some of the heat that pulses through me. I close my eyes and listen. I can hear his breath. I know he’s here. My eyes roam across the room and I’m sure the space across from my bed is darker, deeper.
I step towards the darkness. My knees wobble a little.
“Dance for me.” My heart skips a beat at the sound of his voice. I’m prodding the darkness trying to make out his features, but the darkness molds around him like he’s part of it. He’s here in my room. This is something that has never happened before. I know I should be terrified, but a large part of me wants to see him, or ask him if his name really is Gerald. But I don’t have the courage.
“I don’t have music.” My voice wobbles and I take another step towards him and then pause. My pulse spikes as I wait for his response, but it doesn’t come. The shadows don’t move so I know he is still here, waiting for me to dance. If I don't, will he step closer? Will he demand me to dance, or will he just leave?
Closing my eyes, my heart beats wildly in my ears and I take a calming breath before I start to move. Swaying my hips, I don’t move closer to him but dance to my own music in front of him. I keep my eyes closed as I move slowly. I don’t allow myself to acknowledge the fact that I like dancing for him. Or that he makes me feel something I have never felt before. I stop dancing and open my eyes. Disgust at my own thoughts has me wrapping my arms tightly around my waist. My eyes seek him in the darkness, but he’s not there. Closing my eyes I seek out his breathing, but I can’t hear it. He’s gone.
Moving quickly I flick on the lights. Facing the wall my heart pounds as I slowly turn around. The thought of seeing his face has my pulse throbbing in my neck.
My room is empty. He’s gone.