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There are three rules for being best friends with a mafia princess: 1. Don't ask any personal questions. 2. Don't show up at her house unannounced. 3. Don't ever, ever let anyone know you're friends. For three years, I followed the rules. Vicky and I met once a week at the diner where I worked. I was her slice of normalcy, she was the one person I could confide in. It might have been unconventional, but it worked for us. One night, all hell broke loose and I got caught up in a battle of bloodshed where we almost lost our lives. I ended up face to face with Vicky's dangerous older brothers. Anthony, William, and Nicholas Civella--the made men of the Kansas City Mob. After fighting for my life and proving myself worthy, they brought me into their deadly world. It was glamorous but twisted. Torture, death, and crime followed me everywhere I went, chiseling away at parts of me until I wasn't the same anymore. Slowly, I betrayed my best friend, and fell in love. Chances are they'll ruin me. This thing between us has deadly consequences. But in this criminal world, I'm learning that the rules don't apply when you're the boss.
Maybe if we met at another time--another life--he could've been mine. Maybe if I were older. Maybe if he wasn't my brother's best friend. Maybe if he wasn't my teacher. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe. Having my dirty little secret living down the hall had me obsessing over alternate endings and happily ever afters. I'd never wanted someone so badly, but his hot and cold behavior was giving me emotional whiplash. In the classroom, he practically ignored me. But here? In my brother's loft? It felt like we were a thick rubber band, pulled so tight we'd snap. Falling for Decker Harris made me realize that life wasn't as serendipitous as everyone liked to think. We weren't just a collection of maybes thrust into the world with hope and good intentions. Everything started with a choice, and somewhere between grief and redemption, I chose to make him mine.
I treat eating pancakes on patios like it's a personality trait.Brunch is my jam. I like the beach, shopping, carbs, and reading naughty books on the train during my commute. I wear pink. Lots of it. If Tinder were an olympic sport, I'd take home the gold. I can rock stilettos like they're a pair of Nike joggers. I'm basically a basic bitch.I'm in the prime of my life. I've got my dream job as the head of marketing at a sex toy company, and I've been steadily dating myself for the better half of the last decade. I'm thirty, flirty, and thriving, dammit.Or at least I was, until some fucker had the audacity to turn me into a vampire.I don't do blood and doom and gloom. I sure as hell don't like sleeping in a coffin, avoiding garlic bread, and these ridiculous vamp politics. And don't get me started on Diego. He's vampire royalty and a pain in my ass. A very sexy pain in the ass. When he's not driving me crazy with all his rules, he's turning my panties into Niagara falls.I absolutely refuse to live the rest of my immortal life in some wannabe nineties grunge music video.
Sunshine. It's a nickname I haven't heard since I lived on Woodbury Lane, where the houses were pretty but the secrets? Deadly. It was a pet name known only to the Bullets. Rough, violent, and ruthless, they laid claim to the town - and my heart.I wasn't supposed to fall for a boy from the wrong side of the tracks-especially not four of them. But they were the only ones who understood that sometimes hell hides in plain sight.I was the girl with all the conveniences a privileged upbringing could provide. The world only saw two loving parents and a pristine home life, but I knew the truth. And it was going to get me killed. So, I disappeared, from everyone and everything I'd ever known. I chan...
Determined to save my mother from her disastrous marriage, I sold my pride for a second chance with Hamilton Beauregard. Jack was convinced I could mend his family, but my heart refused to forgive. Hamilton broke me. He betrayed me. He made me fall in love with a lie. While trying to figure out my feelings, we all had to navigate my mother's toxic sham of a marriage and Joseph's deteriorating façade. My stepfather was dangerous. Deadly. During a tragic moment of weakness, his evil bloomed to life, and someone died. Hamilton is the only way I'll survive.
Imprisoned, tormented and forgotten...I've never seen the outside of these four walls. I was born in Nightmare Penitentiary, and I'll probably die here too.Or so I thought.When an assassin captures me, I realize I'm far more powerful than anyone knows. I'm a princess. A Druid. The last of my kind. I command the earth and the moon speaks to me. There is royal blood running through these veins.Tasked with bringing me back to my family, my captor is stuck by my side. The more time we spend together, the more I learn about the birthright stolen from me and the enemy who stole it. And the longer I'm with my assassin, the more my heart softens.I never imagined that a harsh, lonely man would bring help. I never thought that leaving Nightmare would put me on a much different path. A path full of hope. Of freedom. Of love. A path that leads to accepting my birthright, with an assassin by my side.But the future is blurry. There are two roads. One leads to happiness-to love. The other leads to demise. And even I can't see which one wins.
He's, like, literally the worst. Oakley Davis is the star running back at our university-and the reason I've broken my vow to avoid the college party scene. Thanks to a mix-up with my advisor, I'm now serving my Public Relations internship as a glorified babysitter to the party-hard football players.Specifically, Oakley.He's impossible to manage. His Instagram is full of pictures of him half-naked and drunk, and he'd rather attend parties than practice. His brand needs some serious work, and when he's not driving me insane, he's sleeping his way through the entire female population. But I'm determined. I have plans to graduate a semester early, and nothing or no one will get in my way. I'm a Virgo, after all. Oakley Davis might be a privileged, cocky football star, but I'm Amanda Matthews, and I'll do whatever it takes to get my A. I just have to make sure I don't end up falling in love with the idiot, first.
My guardian angel is a devil in disguise.He hates me. He protects me.He watches me.My stalker is obsessed with keeping me safe. He calls me his prettiest debt.An assassin in the notorious Bullet gang, he uses his empire to control my life. Everything I know is a lie.What started as a debt turned into something more. What started as regret turned into obsession.Ambition is his muse and I am his conscience. Our past may bind us together, but his enemies will tear us apart.My guardian angel is a devil in disguise.He hates me. He protects me.And I think I love him.This is the Complete Debt of Passion Duet.
Josiah Stonewell dug his hands into the filthiest parts of my soul and molded a perfect little Walker. I don't know the exact moment I fell in love with him, but I do know that if anyone found out about our lingering stares, it would end his political career. Josiah's unexpected engagement has me squinting down the barrel of heartbreak, and to make matters worse; I find myself traded to Cyler Black and his leadership council in a distant Providence. Soon, Cyler and his team of passionate leaders start to feel like family, and I'm promised freedoms I never imagined were possible; But Josiah's not through with me yet, and war is on the horizon. Can I find happiness in my new home? Or will Josiah finally choose me?
Summer Bright is just a name on a tombstone. A whispered mystery on the long-forgotten Woodbury Lane. Her ghost teases me with fear and perfection. She knows I'm not strong enough to do what I should've done years ago. The Bullets are united once more, bonded by their demand for blood. There's a vulnerability in their friendship, though. Gavriel craves control. Blaise fears losing me. Ryker fights his guilt.Callum's moral compass will get us killed.Chesterbrook may be where the old me died, but it's also where I learned that hell isn't a place, it's a person. And if we aren't careful, our plan for revenge could go up in smoke.