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I've built my career on taking down criminals, not falling into their beds. But Tristan Ferraro isn't just any criminal. When the mob enforcer obtains damning secrets that would destroy my reputation, I have no choice but to play his twisted game. What begins as blackmail quickly spirals into something far more dangerous. Tristan's obsession goes beyond leverage. He's determined to make me his while pulling me into his morally gray world.

Andre Ferraro is everything I despise—arrogant, ruthless, and far too handsome for his own good. I'd rather marry anyone else in the world, but my sick mother needs hope, my family needs the Ferraro fortune, and my brother needs allies to seek vengeance for my brother's and father's deaths. There's no way for me to get out of this marriage to Andre unless I want to put the burden on my younger sister. The crazy thing is, I don't want Andre, but I don't want anyone else to have him either.

Sie sehnt sich nach Rache. Womit sie nicht gerechnet hat, ist Leidenschaft. Als ein Feuerdrache ihr Dorf angreift, bietet sich für Nara die perfekte Gelegenheit, die Gerechtigkeit zu erlangen, nach der sie sich immer gesehnt hat - jetzt kann sie sich an den Kreaturen rächen, die ihren Vater getötet haben. Doch der Drache, den sie töten will, scheint von Nara fasziniert zu sein, was langsam jeder zu bemerken beginnt...

Echo knew that being caught by a ruling Berserker would mean becoming his pawn, a plaything to be used for her powers. That wouldn’t be her fate. She’d rather run lost through the woods forever, dangerous though they may be. But there’s something even more sinister than beasts and Berserkers lurking in the woods. Something both undead and deadly. She can’t fight it alone. She’ll have to turn to the Berserker who’s caught the trail of her scent and won’t let it go. He says she’s his. She says never. He says forever.

Running away and becoming someone new would be far easier if the demons of my past didn't insist on showing up at my doorstep. Turns out that leaving an evil Russian Bratva leader at the altar after helping stage his assassination only pissed him off and made me a target. I tried blending, but hiding in the shadows under a fake alias is no longer enough. It should have been easy to keep my distance from the MC member burdened with protecting me. He is just as averse to commitment as I am, yet he's been the only person ever to see me, even through all the smoke and mirrors I keep between us.