"You f*cking WH*RE!" roared Gaston St. Claire, my husband. Bringing his face closer to my terrified one, he snarled, in a lower voice filled with anguish and fury, "So it was true, eh? You were sneaking behind my back, spreading your legs and spreading your legs for other men, huh?' I shook my head, trying to focus, trying to plead, the shock spreading through me slowly. What was he talking about? I had no idea how I had gotten there-to that seedy-looking room-or how I had ended up beneath Stan Cummingham, naked and semi-conscious. Other men? What did he mean? Why didn't he believe me? April and Gaston St. Claire, the Mafia Don, have been wed and blessed with eight children. Their lives have had their fair share of ups and downs. But there's worse awaiting poor April! Bree Hampston, Gaston St. Claire's long-lost sister, turns up! She turns the Mafia Don against his faithful wife... Does she succeed? Or does April finally make a stand?
April
I stirred, wondering why someone was yelling.
No, shouting in rage.
Gaston?
I tried to sit but there was something heavy on me, a body on me, as I blinked and managed to finally peer, I saw, in growing horror, that it was a man who refused to move.
I pushed hard and managed to sit up, realizing,, belatedly in some shock, that I was naked.
Pulling the sheet up to cover my exposed breasts, I tried to keep my eyes open as I found that I was in an unfamiliar room.
With a man who was equally naked, and who I recognized slowly. The shaved head, the goatee, and above all, the dark , ugly look in is eyes and the smile, thin and sneering.
Stan Cummington?
Bree's fiancé?
Bree Jackson, Gaston's long lost sister who had turned up like a bad penny one day, with her muscular, sneering fiancé, Stan Cunningham in tow.
My skin crawled every time I met the black eyes, with a hint of maliciousness in them.
*
What am I doing here? I whispered, looking around in bewilderment. It was a cheap hotel room.
And that was when I became aware of people crowding into the room, Gaston standing in the room, his face like thunder, angrier than I had ever seen him before. With him was his sister Bree, the thick-set woman with eyes like Gaston. But there the resemblance ended. She was shrieking a string of vulgar obscenities and it dawned on me that they were abuses she was flinging at me!
Uncomprehending, I blinked and looked at Gaston, wordlessly appealing to him to understand, to help me. My mouth tasted awful, like I had swallowed sandpaper and I hurt all over.
"..Gaston..Gaston..." I whispered through my cracked lips. But the expression on my lover's face was fearsome.
***
And then, Bree had launched herself on me., pulling my hair, screaming, slapping scratching.
Dazed and dull, my senses heavy and trying to work my way out of the fog around my brain, I managed to curl into a ball, protecting my face, my chest, enduring the pain.
"Stop, her Pappa, stop her, PLEASE!!!" came my daughter's voice and I looked around, my eyes streaming, trying to call Gaston to help me. But my Master was standing frozen, his face like granite, fists clenched.
I shut my eyes giving in to the blows raining down on my back, my face, the stinging slaps, the nails raking cruelly across my body.
Gaston was not going to help me, I thought numbly.
Suddenly, Bree was hauled away and another pair of hands gripped my arms, shaking me like a rag, even as I clutched the sheet over my poor bruised body, trying to hide my nakedness. My head wobbled like that of a broken doll's on a stem as my lover thrust his furious face into mine and thundered at me.
"You f*cking WH*RE!" roared Gaston St Claire, my husband and I shrank back in bewilderment and shock.
Bringing his face closer to my terrified one, he snarled, in a lower voice filled with anguish and fury,
"So it was true, eh? You wh*re, you were sneaking behind my back, spreading your legs and opening your wet pus*y for other men, huh?"
I shook my head, trying to focus, trying to plead, the shock spreading through me slowly.
What was he talking about? I had no idea how I had gotten there, to that seedy looking room, how I had ended up beneath Stan Cummingham, naked and semi conscious.
Other men?
My head was pounding, my tongue was thick, and I could only manage a croak. I could taste blood, and my left eye was swollen from Bree's assault.
Gaston St Claire seemed to become increasingly outraged by my slobbering and confused look.
Without warning, he thrust me away with an expression of disgust with such immense force, that I fell to the ground in a heap, tasting blood, frantically hugging the sheet to my body. But he was not done with me.
Lucien towered over me, jerking me to my feet, his fist in my hair, as he hissed,
"And I loved you, you sl*t!"
I heard the pain and anguish in his voice, and I tried to plead, my head hurting, eyes streaming. I cupped my hands together before me, begging him to understand, but that only enraged him further. Gaston was a violent man, and my abject imploring only heightened his anger.
My lover and the father of my eight children flung me down in revulsion, and I hit my shoulder on the edge of the table, causing me to scream out in pain.
"SHE WAS CHEATING ON YOU, Gaston!" came Bree's hysterical voice, and I saw her approaching, preparing to kick me, raising her evil-looking black stilettoes, her face florid and ugly.
'You wanted a younger stud, you oversexed wh*re, how dare you cheat on MY BIG BROTHER? HOW DARE YOU TRY TO STEAL MY MAN!"
Terrified, I cringed, babbling,
"No, no, no!"
I tried to raise my arms to protect myself as I lay on the ground, a mass of pain.
But then, my sons were before me. One of them tugged me to my feet gently, wrapping me in a sheet, hiding my nakedness. I buried my face in Claude's chest, my shoulders shaking uncontrollably.
"Claude, I don't...I did not..." I sobbed softly, my eyes pleading with him to believe me.
"Sssh...Mumma.' he said lovingly, his eyes burning with hate as he raised his head and pinned Bree with his eyes, " We know , we know you..."
Ria and Piers stood before me, protectively, facing Gaston who looked crazed and wild.
Bree sank her head on my husband's shoulder as she sobbed, sagging into his arms.
"She's a two-timing bit*h, Gaston! She cheated on you and stole my fiancé, the promiscuous, over-sexed wh*re. Kill her, Gaston, KILL HER!!!"
I shook my head, looking at him beseechingly, my left eye swollen shut,
" No, No Gaston... Believe me...please..." I whispered, and he snarled and made to leap at me.
But Claude hugged me to his big chest, his big body shuddering in reaction as he lowered his head and placed his chin on my hair.
"Mumma comes with us," Piers announced coldly.
Bree turned to Lucien, her smoky grey-blue eyes narrowing into slits of rage,
'Gaston St Claire, if you weren't my brother, I would rip that wh*re's hair out..." she snarled, trying to get to me.
My Mafia Don clenched and unclenched his thick fists, his bloodshot eyes on me, lethal and condemning. I felt the world give way just as I saw the malevolent look Bree shot me before I lost consciousness.
My last thought was, "This has to be a bad dream, none of this is real..."
Liam O'Grady is a powerful loan shark and realtor, a man mixed in crime and an underground fighter, a King. Between them, his half-brother Finn St Just and he run the city of Hunter's Wood, with the strength of their muscle and money power. The brothers are Dominants and they enjoy subjugating the women they take. And they have the habit of sharing a woman. But the jaded Liam knows that something is missing. Like a breath of fresh air, innocent young Bianca Cruz turns up at their doorstep, asking for help. The nineteen-year-old is trying to get her family free of the clutches of the evil Dean Nelson, who was also responsible for the death of her father. Liam agrees to help her, for he is intrigued by the young woman who is untouched and other-worldly, an innocent who appeals to his jaded self. He along with his brother propose a deal with the desperate young woman. They will help her; they will even restore her father's beloved bakery and hand it over to her. But the price is this: She will be their willing submissive for a year. & Does she cave in and accept their terms? And what will happen during this year to the girl who has no experience of men? Worse, what will happen to her at the end of the year?
Damien Lindberg, the heir to the Lindberg Coven of Warlocks, is stunned to discover that he has fathered a son from a one-night stand, of which he has no recollection. His woman turns out to be young Miranda O'Neill, who is fierce and furious when he turns up in her life, daring to claim her and his son. She is hurt and bitter, for she had searched for him after the exquisite night of love they had shared. And while the two lovers try to fight not only their passions, for there is a deep, unpredictable sexual chemistry between them, they also have to face other threats, sinister and menacing in nature, from within the Coven, from the world of Dragons, and from the murky world of jealous rivals, all of which lurk outside the periphery of their volatile passion, which holds them anchored to each other. Will they finally be with each other and find true love? Or will the forces that want to keep the star-crossed lovers apart, finally win?
I moved to kiss him and he captured my mouth, his tongue probing me as I moved blindly, his fingers teasing me. "Please,' I whispered quivering with need and then I moved as he slid his thick fingers in and out of me, his mouth on mine. Helpless, I came, a mass of nerves and wetness as he carried me to the heights, his fingers playing with me, teasing me. I threw my head back, sobbed and screamed his name as I felt myself shatter into a thousand pieces of myself. With a coarse expletive, sounding like a man who had reached his limit, he raised me slightly and shifted, positioning himself and rammed into me fiercely. I moaned at the suddenness, the force of his thrusts as he rode me mercilessly. Thank goodness I was on the pill now, I thought wildly as he pounded me relentlessly and I cried as I came again. And again. Loving him. Branded by him... * This book is the last of the Mafia Don trilogy but it can be read as a standalone as well. April and Gaston love each other although he is almost twenty years older. Besides steamy, erotic encounters, their marriage is also filled with ups and downs, including two out-of-wedlock children, a kidnapping, killings, and suspected affairs. In this book, Gaston's illegitimate son enters the picture and disrupts their lives yet again. Will these star-crossed lovers survive? or will they separate or worse, will April die?
Gaston St.Claire, the Mafia Don from the previous book is out to get his old enemy, Dmitri. Dmitri has vowed to destroy his family, particularly the woman he loves, his wife April He embarks on a way to kill th mn but in the process, his wife misunderstands him. He turns to his old flame, a woman who is now a noted porn star . April is torn between her love for her husband and he bewilderment at his actions. Meanwhile, Schwartz meets Sophia, whose sister was lured into the porn movie business and has disappeared. The two of them are attracted to each other but Sophia fights the attraction. How things spin out of control involving Gaston and April, Schwartz and Sophia forms the story line.
Melissa is a widow; she is just 22 years old with a two year old son. Her lover , who she had not married, dies of a heart attack. His ex-wife turns up with her fiancé, and throws Melissa out, penniless. The fiancé, Trsitan Lord, is a ruthless advocate, a millionaire as he fights the cases for the Mafia mob. He does not care for anyone's feelings. When he meets Melissa, he feels a desire to dominate her, a strange attraction towards her. Although she cannot understand the way she feels towards him, Melissa does not respond to his overtures. This makes him angry. Melissa's mother dies, her father is paralyzed. He has no one except Melissa. Desperate, with a child and her helpless father to look after,, she takes up a job as a dancer at a topless bar run by the Mob. Tristan sees her there and tries to seduce her in his brutal manner. He grabbed her am, pinning her to the wall, his eyes gleaming like hot coals as he growled, 'You slut...so you can parade your naked body before the men in that room,' He jerked her to him, forcing her to feel his hard erectness that was pressing against her soft belly. "But you play the innocent with me, eh?' She pushed against him, futilely, aware that she was getting turned on strangely enough by this large man's cruel words and his punishing hold on her. His presence, his male musky aroma filled her head. "Take your hands off me,' she hissed, but for answer, he lowered his head and brought his hard mouth on her soft moist lips, displaying a hunger that seemed to burn both of them as he ravaged her mouth, his body holding her trapped...
'I had not expected to breed you, little girl.' He said, his voice emotionless but his eyes were hot with lust,' You were just a plaything to be used till I tired of you, But there was no way I would let any child of mine grow up as a bastard.' My breath caught in my throat at the sheer cruelty, the heartlessness of his words. Was that all I had been to him? The young innocent woman and the older, heartless Mafia Boss who cannot have enough of her. A story of desire, a story of lust Above all a story of LOVE.
Life was perfect until she met her boyfriend's big brother. There was a forbidden law in the Night Shade Pack that if the head Alpha rejected his mate, he would be stripped of his position. Sophia's life would get connected with the law. She was an Omega who was dating the head Alpha's younger brother. Bryan Morrison, the head Alpha, was not only a cold-blooded man but also a charming business tycoon. His name was enough to cause other packs to tremble. He was known as a ruthless man. What if, by some twist of destiny, Sophia's path were to intertwine with his?
After three loveless years, Neil's betrayal deeply wounded Katelyn. She wasted no time in getting rid of that scoundrel! After the divorce, she devoted herself to career pursuits. Rising to prominence as a top designer, skilled doctor, and brilliant hacker, she became a revered icon. Neil, realizing his grave mistake, tried in vain to win her back, only to witness her magnificent wedding to another. As their vows were broadcast on the world's largest billboard, Vincent slid a ring onto Katelyn's finger and declared, "Katelyn is now my wife, a priceless treasure. Let all who covet her beware!"
Linsey was stood up by her groom to run off with another woman. Furious, she grabbed a random stranger and declared, "Let's get married!" She had acted on impulse, realizing too late that her new husband was the notorious rascal, Collin. The public laughed at her, and even her runaway ex offered to reconcile. But Linsey scoffed at him. "My husband and I are very much in love!" Everyone thought she was delusional. Then Collin was revealed to be the richest man in the world. In front of everyone, he got down on one knee and held up a stunning diamond ring. "I look forward to our forever, honey."
For two years, Ashton had poured his heart into his marriage, yet Emalee's heart remained cold. Despite his dedication, Emalee presented him with divorce papers. She bluntly stated she could not remain married to a man whose net worth was less than a million dollars. Ashton signed the papers, closing one chapter of his life and stepping into a new beginning. Then, Ashton revealed his secret identities: a music mogul, a medical expert, and a martial arts master—each persona impressive enough to stun the world. As Ashton’s true capabilities came to light, Emalee was overwhelmed with deep regret.
"You're a creepy bastard." His eyes smolder me and his answering grin is nothing short of beautiful. Deadly. "Yet you hunger for me. Tell me, this appetite of yours, does it always tend toward 'creepy bastards'?" **** Widower and ex-boss to the Mafia, Zefiro Della Rocca, has an unhealthy fixation on the woman nextdoor. It began as a coincidence, growing into mere curiosity, and soon, it was an itch he couldn't ignore, like a quick fix of crack for an addict. He didn't know her name, but he knew every inch of her skin, how it flushed when she climaxed, her favourite novel and that every night she contemplated suicide. He didn't want to care, despising his rapt fascination of the woman. She was in love with her abusive husband. She was married, bound by a contract to the Bratva's hitman. She was off-limits. But when Zefiro wanted something, it was with an intensity that bordered on madness. He obsessed, possessed, owned. There'd be bloodshed if he touched her, but the sight of blood always did fascinate him. * When Susanna flees from her husband, she stumbles right into the arms of her devilishly handsome neighbour with a brooding glare. He couldn't stand her, but she needed him, if she was ever going to escape her husband who now wanted her dead. Better the devil you know than the angel you don't. She should have recalled that before hopping into Zefiro's car and letting him whisk her away to Italy. Maybe then, she wouldn't have started an affair with him. He was the only man who touched her right, and the crazy man took no small pains in ensuring he would be the last.
Joelle thought she could change Adrian's heart after three years of marriage, but she realized too late that it already belonged to another woman. "Give me a baby, and I'll set you free." The day Joelle went into labor, Adrian was traveling with his mistress on his private jet. "I don't care whom you love. My debt is paid. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other." Not long after Joelle left, Adrian found himself begging on his knees. "Please come back to me."