I once thought I had control. I was wrong. Blaze Sinclair still haunts my every breath, a devil I can’t escape. He says he loves me, but love in his world is just another form of possession. Oliver is my anchor and my prison, determined to shield me from the very chaos he helped create. And the twins—Liam and Theo—one a storm, the other a wildfire, both capable of setting me ablaze. They think I belong to them. That I’ll stay in the cage they built. But I’ve changed. I’ve learned their darkness, played their games, and now I have secrets of my own. They aren’t the only ones capable of destruction. Because love can turn to hate. And I’ve never been more ready to burn. The real question isn’t if I’ll escape. It’s whether I’ll destroy them before they destroy me. This is the third book of the Bloody Kisses series. Reading order: Sweet Bloody Kisses, Dark Bloody Kisses, Twisted Bloody Kisses.

NIKOLAI I told myself helping her was temporary. It isn’t. Blair ends up in my bed, wearing my clothes, looking at me like she’s waiting for permission to breathe. Then I learn what she’s actually been living with. The control. The tracking. The threats. The way she’s been punished for trying to leave. Suddenly it’s not about liking her. It’s about making sure she never ends up back in that situation again. I take her with me when I travel. I keep her close because she’s still scared to be alone. She still jumps at every noise. She has no idea how much danger she’s in—or how far the people who hurt her will go to get her back under their control. But they’re not getting near her. Not while she’s with me. And she’s not going anywhere. BLAIR I’m not used to being cared for. I’m used to being watched, tracked, told what to do, punished if I step out of line. Leaving that life doesn’t mean I’m free. It means I’m running. But Nikolai doesn’t treat me like I’m a problem he needs to fix. He treats me like I’m someone worth protecting, even when I tell him he shouldn’t get involved. He buys me clothes because I’m too scared to go home. He carries me when I can’t walk. He sits with me when panic hits. I should pull away. I should keep my distance. But he asks me to come with him, and I say yes before I can think. Now I’m in another country, meeting his family, pretending I’m not terrified that the past is going to catch up. Because the people I escaped from don’t let go. And if they find me, they won’t just take me— they’ll destroy the one person who ever tried to help me. This is book is part of the His to Claim Duet. Reading order: His To Break. His To Keep.

Natalia is a pure, angelic beauty - a porcelain doll with dark doe eyes and a willowy frame that is hard to ignore. Her innocence calls out to the monsters that lurk in the shadows, daring them to taint her ethereal glow. Salvatore is a ruthless psycho, a cold-blooded killer whose icy gaze promises dark ecstasy and sensual torment. His chiseled body is a weapon, his touch both a promise and a threat. He is darkness incarnate, a man whose cold, calculating gaze promises sin and suffering. A man who commands fear and demands obedience - and he has set his sights on the fragile beauty who has captivated his twisted soul. Natalia knows she should fear him, this monster who has ensnared her in his deadly web. But his rakish good looks and masterful touch have awakened a shameful hunger within her, a craving for the oblivion he promises. Can she resist the allure of the beast, or will she willingly offer herself as his most prized and brutal possession? Can Natalia's purity survive the consuming flames of Salvatore's sinful desire? Or will she willingly throw herself into the treacherous arms of the monster who claims to own her very breath? Book 1 of the Monster's Heart Duet. Book 2: Sinful Monster.

NIKOLAI She shows up in my life looking like she hasn’t slept in years and pretending everything is fine. It’s not. I can see it the second she flinches when someone moves too fast. Blair works in my world but she doesn’t belong in it—she’s scared of something she won’t talk about, and the more time I spend with her, the more obvious it becomes that she’s not safe anywhere she goes. Then she turns up injured. Still lying. Still covering for whoever hurt her. I take her home because she won’t take care of herself. I feed her because she forgets to eat. I watch her because someone needs to. I didn’t plan on getting involved. But someone is using her, controlling her, scaring her into silence. And the minute I figure out what’s actually happening to her, I’m not stepping back. I’m the only one who’s noticed— and I’m not letting anyone break her again. BLAIR I don’t want Nikolai involved. I didn’t want anyone involved. I’ve spent years dealing with things on my own—pain, threats, being pushed around, being told I owe things I never owed. All I’ve ever done is survive it. But Nikolai doesn’t buy the act. He notices everything: the bruises, the limp, the panic, the excuses I keep giving. He keeps asking what’s wrong, and I keep lying because telling the truth would pull him into something he shouldn’t be anywhere near. The problem is I feel safe with him, and I haven’t felt safe in a very long time. I want the way he looks at me. I want the way he protects me without demanding anything back. But if he finds out what I’ve been dragged into, what I’ve been forced to do, what I’m running from… he won’t walk away. And the last thing I want is someone else getting hurt because of me. He shouldn’t want me. He shouldn’t touch me. He shouldn’t drag me into a world just as violent as the one I’m trying to escape. But when he stands in front of me, all tattoos and danger and soft, unexpected mercy… I feel something I haven’t felt in years. Hope. And that’s the most terrifying part. Because men like him don’t save girls like me— They break for them. This is book is part of the His to Claim Duet. Reading order: His To Break. His To Keep.