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The woman standing there was nobody that Scars had ever laid eyes on before, but holy God, he knew her. He knew her on a cellular level. In his blood. In his bones. In his heart and in his cock. He’d dreamed about her and he’d waited for her. He’d been looking for her forever, and now here she was. ** Six years ago, Zoe Parish fled Denver after a brutal encounter with a motorcycle club man, swearing never to trust one again. Now a mother and desperate to help her oldest friend, she returns when Wolf Connor promises his club is out of the life and she’ll be safe. Back in Denver, Zoe keeps her guard up, especially around Scars, whose effect on her is far more unsettling than she wants to admit. Vic “Scars” Innis has spent twenty-two years loyal to the Road Devils, earning his place as Vice-President. He thought he was content, until he meets Zoe. From the first look, he knows she’s the missing piece, even if she despises everything he represents. As danger closes in and an enemy threatens to destroy their fragile peace – and take Zoe’s child – Scars and Zoe are forced to confront their pasts and each other. The question is whether their bond will make them stronger… or finally tear them apart for good.

This author once failed as a heroine… and returned as something entirely different. Not as a savior. But as the villain. And she didn’t come back empty-handed. She brought secrets. She brought sins. She brought a story that was never meant to be read. Sinners & Saints is not just a collection of dark romance stories— It is a confession. A warning. And a door best left unopened. Within these pages lie twisted love stories where desire and destruction walk hand in hand, and every choice comes with a cost. So the question is simple: Will you turn away… or step inside anyway?

Amara Voss doesn’t just kill, she survives. Viktor Dragovic doesn’t just rule, he dominates. Neither of them gives a damn about love, but when their worlds collide, sparks fly, and the chaos gets personal. Her blade is sharp, his heart is ice, and together they’re a ticking time bomb.   But the past has a way of screwing things up. Blood-soaked secrets and betrayals refuse to stay buried, dragging them into a mess that could tear them apart. Yet every crimson kiss pulls them deeper into a passion they can’t escape, no matter how dangerous it gets.  

She was born to break him. He was cursed to crave her. And the bond between them might just burn them to ash.

Elara Hart has spent her entire life being second to her sister. She had always been the sacrificial lamb of the family. So when her family is asked to provide a daughter who will give birth to an heir for the Rooke family in exchange for a fortune, they turn to her and just like that she was sold to Cassian Rooke, a man she had never met or spoke to. Known as the scarred king, Cassian is a powerful recluse who hides half his face behind a mask and inspires fear wherever he goes. She had heard the stories. The beast who wore a mask. He had an ugly scar on his face but that didn’t stop him from being the ruthless man he was. He wanted control of his Father’s company and a device linked to an ugly family secret. His Mother presents him with a choice. Get married an produce a heir in exchange. He agrees seeing the marriage as nothing more than a business arrangement. After all, what woman in their right senses would marry him when he hides behind a mask? Elara expects a monster. Instead, she finds a man haunted by secrets, betrayal and a past that slowly resurfaces. When Cassian’s Mother approaches Elara with a dangerous request—to spy on her husband- she becomes trapped between loyalty and deception. But the closer she grows to the mysterious billionaire, the harder it becomes to betray him. What happens when she finds herself having feelings she shouldn’t despite his loyalty to another and tries to get closer to the man behind the mask?

BLURB Loud cheers and applause rang on the air. Agnes smiled widely and hugged her husband’s arm in joy. It was their wedding day, and she was so happy that she can barely contain it. Perhaps it was the feeling called above the clouds? She looked up, wanting to see the happiness in her husband’s, Leon, eyes. He was also smiling, but what contained his eyes and barely obvious intent hidden behind his smile made Agnes shudder as fear slowly showed its way inside her whole body. Her smile faded. Her husband was smiling. He was smiling with joy, not because he was happy with the wedding- he was smiling like a beast who has their prey on his foot- [CLANG!] Before Agnes knew it, the shouts of happiness were replaced by cries of despair. The claps and applause was replaced by hurtful sounds of slaps. The colorful, bright and joyous venue was replaced by dark, damp and scary room. Agnes just saw her pathetic self on the corner of that room; she was still and was looking at nowhere. She remained motionless, but in her mind, she was trembling in fear and helplessly crying in despair; “Please help me out from here!”