And I’m the one who will make her suffer and beg for mercy.
My job is to defend my family’s empire against this gorgeous enemy.
But her sinful body and sassy mouth captivate me,
Feeding the wickedness in my soul.
My desire for revenge became something much darker and more twisted.
I want to break her.
To own her.
To spank her bright red so she never forgets the sting of my palm against her flesh.
Most of all, I need to hear her scream my name over and over
When I show her what it means to be mine…forever.
DIRTY DEVIL is book two in the VENGEFUL VILLAINS Dark Mafia series by USA Today Bestselling author Kristen Luciani. It's an Age Gap, Captive, Enemies to Lovers, Kidnapping Romance complete with a HEA and no cheating.
Publisher's Note: DIRTY DEVIL contains explicit and mature content and graphic violence that some readers might find offensive and/or triggering.
This is the second book in this series. They can be read as
standalone books. I haven’t read the first one and wasn’t confused. Kenzie
wants revenge for her family and she has a plan. To bad that plan doesn’t go
exactly the way she planned. Now she finds herself and a captive. Nik can’t
believe his family finds its self in this spot again. First his father and one
of his brothers are killed. Now his business is bombed and another brother is
in the hospital fighting for his life. This time he has a group of siblings
responsible. Or at least the ones responsible for the bombing. They are just
pawns though. Now he needs to use the oldest girl Kenzie to try to get more
info. Things aren’t going as Nik planned either. He can’t seem to fight his
attraction to his captive. What happens when Nik starts wanting to keep his
captive for his own reasons and not because she can help him find out who is
behind hurting his family? This books was a great read. It is a forced
proximity, enemies to lovers book. Nik and Kenzie have an instant connection
that neither can fight for long. There are lots of twists and turns in this
book. I have added the first book to my tbr list. Nik’s family is kinda crazy.
Kenzie’s family is more subdued and was just acting on anger. I really enjoyed
these characters. I look forward to reading more about them. Great job Kristen.
AUTHOR BIO
Kristen Luciani is a USA Today bestselling romance author and coach with a penchant for stilettos, kickboxing, and grapefruit martinis. As a deep-rooted romantic who loves steamy, sexy, and suspense-filled stories, she tried her hand at creating a world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion. Pun intended…
Worth the Wait, an all-new second chance small town romance from Karla Sorensen, is available now in Kindle Unlimited!
Blurb
You know what I don’t have time for? The brooding, dark-eyed former love of my life showing up when my life is finally settling down.
I don’t have time for Hunter Buchanan and that intense look in his eyes. The way he loved me so perfectly all those years ago.
I’m the one who asked him to leave back then, my attempt at saving him from the chaos of my screwed up family.
I didn’t expect him back in Green Valley, looking better than before and with an empty ring finger. And I definitely didn’t expect him to still be in love with me.
I don’t have time for the things I feel around him, or how amazing it is when he touches me.
Most of all, for the broken heart I’ll have if I have to say goodbye again. I survived him leaving once before, but I don’t think I can do it again.
So there’s only one thing I can make time for… staying away from Hunter Buchanan.
‘Worth the Wait’ is a full-length contemporary romance, can be read as a standalone, and is book #4 in the Love At First Sight series, Green Valley World, Penny Reid Book Universe.
"I'm not your teacher," I said. "Right now, I'm just the guy who's supposed to make sure you don't have to go back to fourth grade. And that means honesty from both of us. And trust." I stood from the bench and held out my hand again. "You can trust me, Theo. But only make a deal with me right now if I can trust you the same way."
It never occurred to me, as a teacher and then later as an administrator, to talk to kids like they didn't have the same struggles as adults. They understood stress and fear and anxiety, albeit on a different scale, with different language behind it.
That scale changed as you grew up. Your responsibilities took on a different face, and you knew how to label those struggles. But to them—at their age—the responsibilities still felt like the whole world was pressing down on their shoulders. It didn't help if the adults in their life pretended otherwise.
So I knew I'd won something big when Theo Rossman stuck his skinny arm out toward me.
He gave me a firm handshake, his cheeks turning pink when I returned it.
"You sound like Iris," he said quietly.
My heart skipped unsteadily in my chest at his use of that name.
"Who's Iris?" I asked calmly. So very, very calmly. I'd only met one person in Green Valley with that name. And as far as I knew, she'd never come back. Not that anyone had told me, at least.
"My sister. I live with her." He tucked his hand back in his pocket, his face softening as he answered. His love for her, even if it wasn't my Iris, was immediately clear.
Behind my ribs, I felt a hot squeeze of pressure while my mind absolutely fucking raced.
"I knew an Iris once." I watched his face as I said it. "She'd probably be about thirty-two now."
His eyes narrowed, mental calculations evident in his face. "I think that's how old my sister is."
My breathing was choppy, my lungs struggling to pull in enough oxygen. "The Iris I knew ... her last name wasn't Rossman."
He kicked at a stick, so blissfully unaware that all my insides were jolting with unchecked pulses of electricity at the mere thought of it being her.
"Yeah, she's my half-sister. She had a different dad, so she has a different last name."
"What's your sister's last name?" I asked, fighting the urge to grab him by the shoulders and shake the truth from his mouth.
At the sound of a car, Theo's attention was pulled to the parking lot. In an instant, he transformed. Wide smile and happy, bright eyes as he waved at the driver of a beat-up-looking SUV. "That's her. Iris Black."
I swiped a hand over my face and tried to check my breathing.
Check my pulse.
My ability to stay fucking conscious.
This was it. All the sleepless nights I'd wondered if I'd ever see her again. Wondered how I'd ever walked away from her, why I believed her when she said she didn't have room for us in her life. If respecting her choice would damn me to a life that would always feel a little empty. Where every day held a slight edge of grief, something that might have worn down over the years but could still damage me if I caught it in the right way.
The last time I saw Iris Black, she wept as she told me to leave. That she couldn't—wouldn't—make room in her life for some great big destined romance. That she couldn't—wouldn't—believe that it was true.
The last time I saw her, I told her I'd love her for the rest of my life, whether she was in it or not. And I walked away all the same.
And there it was.
A gentle snap, a whisper-soft snick of something sliding back into place underneath my ribs. The shift of something that had been out of place since the last time I saw her. The realization came as quick as a thunderbolt and just as powerful. As I slowly turned toward the parking lot and she stepped out of the car, I knew this was the reason I'd come back to Green Valley.
It was her.
The one I'd loved since the moment I saw her.
Who I hadn't seen in twelve years.
The one staring at me like she'd just seen a ghost.
About Karla Sorensen
Karla Sorensen has been an avid reader her entire life, preferring stories with a happily-ever-after over just about any other kind. And considering she has an entire line item in her budget for books, she realized it might just be cheaper to write her own stories. It doesn’t take much to keep her happy…a book, a really big glass of wine, and at least thirty minutes of complete silence every day. She still keeps her toes in the world of health care marketing, where she made her living pre-babies. Now she stays home, writing and mommy-ing full time (this translates to almost every day being a ‘pajama day’ at the Sorensen household…don’t judge). She lives in West Michigan with her husband, two exceptionally adorable sons and big, shaggy rescue dog.
After a disastrous high school game of spin the bottle, I gave up trying to get a boyfriend and spent my time studying instead. Now I’m twenty-four, and I’m not only a virgin, I haven’t even been kissed.
When I meet Danny, a handsome legal hotshot, he catches my eye. Right before I trip on flat ground. Ugh.
He’s got a massive … reputation. He’s the most popular guy in the club, a total playboy with a new conquest every night. There’s no way he’d be interested in me.
But one night after I imbibe too much, he winds up taking care of me. And when I ask for his help with my travesty of a social life, he agrees to teach me how to be less awkward with men … if I let him document my progress so he can win a bet with his best friend.
Even though he’s just my love tutor and I’m just his apprentice, this starts to feel like more.
Too bad it can’t be anything but a high-level seminar in how to seduce someone else.
Studious is a sweet and sexy contemporary opposites-attract m/m romance about a suave attorney who’s scared to love and the shy, nerdy bookkeeper he’s teaching how to be a player. Cue makeover montage and a smoldering first kiss. These heroes most definitely are not falling in love. (Okay, heartwarming HEA guaranteed.)
Leslie McAdam is a California girl who loves romance and well-defined abs. She lives in a drafty old farmhouse on a small orange tree farm in Southern California with her husband and two small children. Leslie's first published book, The Sun and the Moon, won a 2015 Watty, which is the world's largest online writing competition. She's gone on to receive additional literary awards and has been featured in multiple publications, including Cosmopolitan.com. Her books have been Top 100 Bestsellers on both Amazon and Apple Books. Leslie is employed by day but spends her nights writing about the men of your fantasies.
That has become Scar’s motto. To some, it may sound twisted. According to the woman he loves, it’s the sweetest thing she’s ever heard. And her happiness and safety are the only things that matter to him. To keep her safe, he must first get rid of the man who hired him to kidnap her, the judge.
Will Scar avenge Exa and rid the world of the man who hunts her?
Or will the judge reveal secrets about Exa that make Scar realize he doesn’t know her at all?
He moved to L.A., found celebrity success and left me with no answers.
Now he’s back and thinks he can seduce me and make me his again?
He was the love of my life.
No matter how famous he is, he’s still the boy who saved me.
Everyone sees his beauty. I see his pain.
Everyone is after him. I only want to save him.
Because he’s hiding something and I'm the only one who knows it.
I'll keep his secret while he plays dark games with my heart and body … until the very end.
“After Him” is the angsty, steamy, fast-paced first of a duet featuring a tragic hero and a second chance worth fighting for. It is a tear-jerking story with blazing hot scenes and dark themes that may be sensitive for some readers.
Kelly Finley hates writing bios but appreciates that you care. So here you go…
She lives in the Carolinas with her sexy husband and cherished family. A rebel with many causes, she fancies black leather, dirty jokes, big hearts, and smart mouths.
Thrilled by a flipped gender script and ticked off by women portrayed as weak, she noticed how many steamy, sexy heroines were missing, particularly from romance pages.
Always the small, stubborn one, she put to the page what she's taught for over twenty years—women who kick ass... and the hot alphas who crave them.
Dedicated to writing books featuring characters we love—ones with shameless heat, brave hearts, and whip-smart minds—she's most likely at her keyboard putting the next story on the page for you right now.
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