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 basic.

I’m in the prime of my life. I’ve got my dream job as the head of marketing, and I’ve been steadily dating myself for the better half of the last decade. I’m thirty, flirty, and thriving.

Or at least I was, until some jerk 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 butt. A very sexy pain in the butt. 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.

This SUCKS!

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.

It’s so wrong. I shouldn’t like the way he touches me.

I shouldn’t melt in his hands. I shouldn’t ache this much for an unavailable man.

I know this won’t last, so I’m giving him all I’ve got.

We might be written in the sand, but he’s left a mark on my soul that I’ll take to the grave.

 

Readers are encouraged to read Aggro before this novella. This is a FREE book. 

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.

Sometimes, I wondered if he was real.
Our time together was short, but it left a lasting impression on me.
I’m older now. Wiser, too.

Five years have passed, and I still can’t get him off my mind.
Hunter was cruel, angry, and protective.
I learned his secrets and he fled.

The day he left, I vowed to find him.
I guess now I have an obsession of my own:

Track down Hunter Hammond and make him mine.

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.

I’ve got a secret.

I have blood on my hands and a trust fund in my name. And I’m in love with someone I can’t have.

There’s six years separating us, and he’s my brother’s best friend. I’ve tried to stay away, but he keeps pulling me back.

Luis Salvador makes me feel wild and free. He fans the fires within me instead of putting them out.

But there’s an even darker secret I’m harboring than this forbidden lust. I can’t escape my past or the man who’s following me.

Savannah is full of secrets these days. And so am I.

This book is a dark romance intended for mature audiences only. It does include substance use, violence, and issues of sexual assault

I’ve got a secret

I’ve got bruises no one can see and the devil’s blood running through my veins. If I want to end my father’s reign, I’ve got to help Rocco Nomar with his daughter.

She’s broken, jaded. A sad, pretty little thing with a big heart and eyes that make me feel like I’m drowning. She’s not swayed by the social politics of Savannah, but she has my heart doing double takes.

I didn’t even know I was capable of love. I’m not a man that can be tamed. But Rachel Nomar just might change that.

As long as the devil in me doesn’t ruin her first.

Authors Note:
This book is a dark romance that explores very dark themes. It does include scenes of violence, substance use, and non-consensual sex.

I’ve got a secret.

Savannah, Georgia is full of debutantes and greed. The Heirs own this town. They own me, too.

I don’t know what I did to ruin what we had. But their kindness turned cruel almost a year ago. I was prepared to leave it all behind and start over at a new school. But Rogue Kelly, the king of the Heirs, ruined that.

He doesn’t want me anymore but doesn’t want anyone else to have me either. I know too much to be set free, but not enough to stay.

The Heirs aren’t through with me yet. And I crave their cruelty too much to give up now.

Authors’ Note: This is a bully romance with dark themes that may be triggering for some readers. Please read with caution.