Showing results for "Obsession" in Literature & Fiction

When Drake Hart's security team is hired to find a stalker, he has no idea what's in store for him. However, the day Zoey Lewis' picture lands in his lap, there's nothing he won't do to save her. He's always been quiet and shy, but seeing her changes everything.

Death is meant to come on a chariot of broken dreams or in the dark trenches of a storm, not in love letters and gifts. He did not take my soul when I was meant to die. He did not want it all the other times that I've offered it to him on a silver platter. Yet, time and time again, he reminds me that I am his: His night monster, his dark love, his perfect other. Death was the only thing keeping me alive. He watches me from his corner, taunts me with sweet messages, marks my body with his touch as I sleep. He took the people that I love away from me.

Two years ago, a split-second decision changed everything. I risked my life for a man I didn’t even know and nearly died for it. I’ve tried to forget him. To forget that whole night. But he hasn’t forgotten me. He’s been watching. Obsessing. Craving. And when he crashes back into my life like a wrecking ball, accompanied by two dark shadows — men he calls his brothers — the life I’ve been trying to rebuild for myself shatters into a thousand sharp-edged pieces. He believes our souls are bound by blood, and he’s come back to claim what’s his.

Eigentlich wollte ich nur mit meinen Freundinnen feiern gehen. Es hätte so ein entspannter Abend werden können, wenn dieser ungehobelte Kerl sich nicht vorgedrängelt hätte. Wieso konnte ich auch nicht einfach meine Klappe halte? Mit einem simplen "Entschuldigen sie mal..." nahm mein vorlautes Mundwerk seinen Feldzug auf. Aber ich konnte ja nicht ahnen, dass ich da ausgerechnet Lorenz Ricca, einen der führenden Mafia-Bosse des Landes in seine Schranken verwies. Hätte ich geahnt, was ich damit lostrete, wäre ich wahrscheinlich einfach Zuhause geblieben, oder vielleicht auch nicht.

Keeping her safe was my job. Keeping her for myself became my obsession. She is a Russian mafia princess, kidnapped to be used as a pawn in a deadly turf war. I was hired to bring her home, but the moment I saw her I knew I must have her for myself. She can run, but I will always be watching from the shadows. Like a feral beast stalking his prey, waiting for the right moment to take what is mine. I am her protector, but no one can protect her from me.