Showing results for "The Muse" in Romantic Suspense

I'm an omega born in the wrong skin. Patient #496. Jinx Blackwood. Gemini. They said I was missing. Swapped. Unfit to serve Fate's design. But Fate made a mistake. I was never meant for the world outside. I belong in the dark. Six years ago, I was stolen from Ravenscroft Asylum and dumped into a life meant for my twin sister. But now I've clawed my way back to where I truly belong—the haunted halls, the blood-soaked beds, and the underground cages they swore I'd never return to because I didn't come back for answers. I came back for them.

Patient #495. Nyx Blackwood. Scorpio. They call me dangerous. Unstable. The Fated M.U.S.E. Mentally insane, they wrote in my file. Unsatisfactory, they marked on my tests. Scentless, they whispered in fear. Excelled beyond control, they warned the others. For six years, Ravenscroft Asylum has been my prison, its white walls keeping the world safe from me. Or maybe keeping me safe from the world. Until four of the most lethal alphas in the Parazodiac Nexus break in. They don't just take me. They claim me.

When River orders a wife, he’s hoping she’ll cure his writer’s block. But when he meets his bride, he knows she’s more than a quick-fix - she’s his muse. Rose needs a quiet place to record her yoga videos and a lakeside cabin in the middle of nowhere is better than her LA apartment. Yes, it means she’s a mail-order bride, but Rose isn’t scared of a challenge. River is handsome and knows how to use his hands...so what if he’s a bit of a recluse? She’ll take a deep breath and take it one day at a time.

From the second I saw her, I knew she’d be my ruin. Sitting all alone at the bar, she looked like an angel. Eurydice in human form; her beauty eclipsed by demons. Now, I’m one of them. The ghost she’s tried for years to escape. Thinking I wouldn’t be able to find her. But I never stopped trying, and now that I have, her past sins should be the least of her worries.

By the time the agoraphobic, unhinged, and musically gifted Grayson James came crashing into my life, I was deeply infatuated with his elder sibling. But that didn't stop him from ruining everything. He stole something that wasn't his to have. Something I hadn't known I was giving him. After realizing he was unsatisfied with that little taste, he wanted more—wanted me. Now, he's asked me to keep him company while he hides out in his family's rustic mountainside estate. Blackmailed me, really. Unfortunately, I need the money, the escape. It's not like I have much of a choice.

Lenny Primrose is a puppet; a temptress sent to make my life bloody miserable. Adored by the public and used for her father’s benefit. Every man wants her, and every woman wants to be her. She’s good for my reputation. That’s the only reason I agree to the little devil’s proposal. I’m game. Willing to play pretend to get what I want. Until what I want is her. Now, there are no rules. I’ll wage a war against the world just to keep her. Even the deadliest men have their vices, and she happens to be mine.

A symphony is made up of four parts.... That's us. Ivan, the pained ex-ballet dancer. Anton, the unpredictable artist. Erik, the damaged violinist. And me, Rose, their muse. The one. Together they cracked open my heart, they made me feel. Our love story isn't made up of fairy tales. It's dark, twisted, but, oh, so beautiful. And no one, not even the woman who tried to kill me, is going to destroy what we have. This is our final story, this is our symphony. Are you ready to listen?

He told me I was his muse. He lied. Anton Sachov, the artist, the man who only sees in monochrome. He wants something from me. Something precious; the meadow green of my eyes, the rich mahogany of my hair, the creamy white of my skin, the stark red of my blood, even the darkness of my soul. And he will do anything to get them.

Nobody asked him to step in. I had everything under control, but by the time I shuffled onstage, there was no chance to stop him. Men ogled and touched as I offered my body and soul to the highest bidder, and I could tell my stranger didn’t like what he saw. Or maybe he did. Maybe he liked it too much, and that was why his number shot up. A quarter billion dollars and one existential crisis later, Cash Primrose was dragging me down the aisle in the name of convenience. I suppose it could be worse.