Book Genre: Contemporary Dark Romance

His Snow White

She came to kill me, but did much, much worse…
She made me fall in love with her.

Selina Yeltsin: black hair, pale complexion and curves for days… she’s like Snow White.
If Snow White were a hired killer.
Her dad was one of the biggest of the Olaf family bosses.
Until Selina’s stepmother had him assassinated.
Then Selina went to work for her as a hired gun.
She’s polished off sixty-nine targets. Her seventieth buys her freedom.
Guess who it is?


Aiden Mayne.
It’s fitting, actually.
Because offing people is my calling in life, as well.
I’m sent to handle the problems that float back to the surface no matter how many times you flush.
I’ve never stayed in one place long enough to settle down with a woman.
Why would I? When I could have had anyone I want?
Could have. Past tense.

Because the moment I meet Selina, it hits me.
We belong together.
This is my woman. The one I’ll never leave.
I’ll fight and kill for her.

Even as she tries to kill me.

Devil’s Tease

Sonya works as a bartender at Sinsations while taking college classes at night. She’s always seen the dancers on the stage but never thought that men would look at her the way they look at them. Guess she was wrong. Because by the time she’s done with her Sinsations adventure her entire life as she knew it would be over…

Because of Angelo Schiavone.

Angelo never thought he’d settle down–never answer to one woman. His life was like the lineup at Sinsations. On the stage for a bit, thrown some cash to, and then out of his life forever. But what he finds in Sonya has him questioning everything he’s ever believed in. And finding things he never believed existed…

Like love. Da fuq?

His Little Red

I stole her from her life.
I’ll go even further to keep her in mine.

She was a job. Nothing more. Nothing less.
I took her from the party. It wasn’t personal. It was a contract.
Grab her, head to the safehouse, and wait for the ransom.

Scarlett is so gentle, so trusting.
She doesn’t know that men like me exist.
Doesn’t know the brutal nature of this world.

Me? I come from a world of violence.
I’m a killer. I prey on nightmares and make them come true.
If you cross me, I kill you.

So when her father decided not to pay, word comes down that I’m supposed to torture her.
If he still doesn’t cough up the cash, I’m supposed to kill her.

I won’t hurt this fiery angel.
I crave her.
Me, a monster that could never be what she needs.
Who can never settle down.
I can’t just do the job and destroy her.
No, I have to make her mine. Forever.

The way this thing is going down… it’s going to be either her love.

Or her life.

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His Tinkerbelle

She’s got a beautiful life.
I’ll gladly burn it down to save her.

She’s been a thorn in my side for as long as I can remember—Belle Barrie.
With a smile that shows a sweet disposition.
And a body that invites total depravity.

Belle thought she knew my world.
Thought she could play with the big dogs.
When her boss decides to play me, she’s caught in the crossfire.

Now we’re talking about a full-fledged gang war.
The kind that mows down innocent bystanders.

Her life as the bargaining chip.

Everyone knows I’m ruthless.
I’m a cold-hearted killer.
My rise through the family is followed by a trail of bodies.
Yeah, some are women.
The ones who thought they could trust me.
They paid for that mistake with their lives.

Now, there’s just one more debt to pay in blood.
I need to be the monster I am.
Not the man I want to be for her.
If I win, I’ll have everything I ever dreamed of.
But if I do that, Belle will die.

And I’ll lose the only woman I’ve ever loved.

Welcome to Mayhem Ever After series! This is the second in a series of dark, possessive, alpha male romances featuring brooding heroes and the sassy women that love them. No cheating. No cliffhangers. HEA guaranteed!

His Cinderella

She thinks she can escape me? She’s wrong.
She will never escape.

Ella Ashmore was perfect.
Hell, she still is.
Kind. Sweet. Pretty.
A body that doesn’t quit.
She’d have guys lined up around the block if they weren’t so worried I’d kill them for looking.

Because I never stopped loving her.
Even when she found out about me. About my family.
Got sickened and disgusted about what I did for a living.
Told me to get the hell out.
Sure, I left.
But I knew I’d be back.
That I’d make her mine.

And now… I’m back, baby.
She needed saving.
She put herself out there. For sale.
Anyone coulda had her.
But I got her.
I paid good money for her.

And now I’m going to collect.

His Princess

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She thinks I’m a monster. She’s not far from the truth.

But even monsters have eyes.
And when I set my eyes on Alicia, my entire body tenses.
That ass of hers and the way she walks? It’s enough to raise the dead.

Nevermind that she’s as sweet as a fucking button.
With those big eyes that bust into your soul.
With smile that makes me feel like I just came home.
When I’m with her… I forget what I do for a living.

Except that other part of my life won’t forget me.
My job is to kill people.
That’s who I am.
That’s what I do.
I can’t deny that part of me.
And I’m good.
But there’s always one rule that I gotta follow no matter what.

No witnesses.

So what do you do when you’re a hitman and your girlfriend figures out you’re a killer?
When you don’t know if your girlfriend is gonna squeal.
When your boss tells you that he wants her dead for what she saw?
My carefully crafted criminal world may be shattered.
But I won’t give her up. I won’t hurt her.
There’s only one thing more important than my life.

And that’s hers.

His Belle

Her mission is to take down men like me. I figure it’s going to be fun for us both.

She’s the kind of girl that has you at hello with that hair, those eyes, and them curves. I’m getting hard just thinking about the first time we met. She told me she was gonna lock me up and throw away the key. Heh, unlikely.

Some people flirt by sending roses. Others try cheesy pickup lines. Me? I put explosives under her car.

But a chick like Donna? She survives that $h1t and comes back stronger. It’s the kind of relentlessness that makes me realize why I failed in the first place. I don’t want her to die, I want her alive.

And all to myself.

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