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-Shadows of Sin
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Trigger Warning
All of my books contain serious matters.
They contain content such as severe trauma, depression, self-harm, suicide, addictions to drinking and drugs, PTSD, abuse of all kinds, soft domination all the way to incredibly dark kinks, such as blood play, gun play, CNC, etc.
These are just examples and it isn't limited to that above.
Please read all trigger warnings in my books before continuing on.
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The Shadows of Sin Series
Listed in suggested reading order
The Masks She Wore
Jack Ashrin is the son of Malachi Adler, one of the most powerful criminal masterminds in the world.
His rules were clear: get an assignment, get it done, move on.
That was until a manilla envelope from an anonymous source fell on Malachi’s desk with a new name.
No details.
No reason.
Just a name.
It should have been easy, but when Jack found out the truth about his new target, his interest grew.
Suddenly, there was mystery, intrigue, and murder. How could he resist?
Rae Bennett lost her mother 8 months ago, and a man claiming to be her half brother showed up at her mother’s memorial a week later claiming he wanted a relationship only to try and take total control of her life.
Obsessed with anything that gives her a thrill, she and her friends head to a Halloween Carnival where she finds herself followed and cornered by a stranger in a mask, no help in sight.
Will she run? Or give in to her deepest darkest desires just for one night?
He was supposed to k!ll her.
She was supposed to be terrified.
“I will give you everything you have ever wanted, Princess. Just open up for me, Rae. Be a good little Princess and open up for me.”
A man in a mask, how could she resist?
Lessons In Grey
The night my sister died, a piece of me died with her.
She had been the sunshine, I had been the night. She was cheery and outgoing, I would rather remain in my oversized sweaters and dark room than go out and explore the world. She pushed me to be better, so when I lost her, I lost the part of me that wanted to try.
I didn't believe in love. I believed in sour gummy worms and exploding galaxies. In metaphors and songs. There was darkness in this world and I wanted to drown in it with everything I was. So, when I met a mysterious stranger outside of a gas station in the middle of the night in July, no part of me was searching for anything but a conversation.
I couldn't have guessed that the conversation would change my life.
I couldn't have guessed that the mysterious stranger wearing a suit, hands covered in tattoos, speaking in poetic words that spoke to a part of me long since dead would have walked into my college classroom on the first day of my last year of classes claiming to be the new Professor.
And I couldn't have guessed what his true intentions were.
I never wanted anyone to suffer the way I was suffering, but with his enticing words and the world of danger he promised me, how could I not fall into him? He saw my brokenness and met me with the same.
Masks and guns and a family on the top of a pyramid of crime and corruption, I never stood a chance.
The Writer and the Heir Duet
Book 1 of the duet
Book 2 of the duet
Everett and Olivia challenge each other at every turn. Fighting and pushing every button the other has until someone snaps first. They are as toxic as they come, but no matter how volatile they get with each other, they can't seem to stay away.
It's more than a payment now, it's an addiction.
Everett Kingsmen's favorite assignments were the long ones. The ones he got to work in Colorado Springs, going after people who refused to pay the loans they were given by his father, Malachi Adler.
The assignments often lasted months, giving him the time to settle in and remind the people of the city who the Kingsmen's truly were.
One customer in particular had forgotten just that, so Malachi ordered his son to remind him who he borrowed money from. Go after the girlfriend, make her pay for the transgressions of her man, and move on.
What Everett hadn't expected was her mind being just as dark and depraved as his, but he wasn't like his brothers. He didn't fall for targets. This was a job, nothing more. Olivia Rose was a means to an end.
Olivia Rose was the daughter of Trenton Lemont, one of the most successful oil tycoons in the industry. She moved away, changed her name, restarted her life just to get out from under her parent's need for the limelight. She wrote psychological thrillers under a pen name, and lived her life quiet and undisturbed, until, that is, the day she woke up in the basement, strapped to a chair, a man in a mask threatening to kill her if she didn't pay off her boyfriend's debt.
She always knew her anger was a problem which was why she did her best to swallow it every chance she had, but this man was something else. He brought it out of her unlike anyone else in her life, and biting her tongue wasn't an option. So, even when the threat shifted to a different form of payment, she couldn't back down. She had something to prove now, and no man in a mask was going to stop that from happening.
This world is filled with corruption and I have carved the path needed to shatter it.
Trick Michael has always held many secrets close to his heart. Some small, others large enough to shatter the world.
He has made it his goal in life to make his people see what they are blind too, and now with Kyra by his side, perhaps he can finally accomplish that goal.
But things are shifting in a way he hadn't expected.
Secrets are coming out that he never thought possible. His family is falling apart and things
are crashing together in explosions of chaos and fire.
The only way to fix this, the only way to save them, is to do something he never dreamed of doing.
He needed to find somebody strong enough to help him.
The Congregation is growing.
Loyalties are shifting.
And something in the depths of this world is growling, burning, waiting to break free.
It was time to rip Kyra open and make her see what the others refused.
Together, they would carve a path of bone and blood through the world that nobody will be able to ignore.
Submission isn't weak. Sometimes submission meant holding all the power.
