Taming the Bad Boy

My brother was brutally murdered, but the killers were never found. A month later, I receive his final dying wish: to save the life of crime boss David Bagayev. Everyone in our city knows about his cruelty. No one wants to deal with him — let alone cross him. And yet… I have to save him. But how? What awaits me on this path? And will I ever be able to return to the life I once had — after everything?

After the ultimate betrayal by her sister and the man she was to marry, Cécile seeks refuge within the walls of a convent. However, Venice has other plans for her when she crosses paths with Stefano Mozzi. A magnetic entrepreneur known for his wicked ways, Stefano finds himself completely captivated by her. Is a man haunted by a dark history capable of winning a novice's heart? Between family secrets and a forbidden passion, Stefano must prove that his feelings are more than just a fleeting desire.

Marena: Running away from home wasn’t easy, but everything was going well in that new city—pretending to be someone else—until my brother ruined it. His games with the mafia have trapped me in a deadly match with a ruthless man, a heartless Irish devil I’m supposed to steal the one thing he values most. Connor: I should have killed her the moment she walked through my door and I knew exactly who she was—a damn Italian. Worse, Ferraro blood. Now she’s mine, whether she likes it or not, and I’ll paint the streets red so the entire Cosa Nostra understands. No one challenges Connor Reidy and walks away unscathed.

Over four years, they had exchanged only a few sentences, all of them about their studies. Stas never noticed the modest Yasmin, and she deliberately ignored the popular classmate. But New Year’s night, and one accidental innocent kiss, change absolutely everything. A sudden rush of passion sweeps away both their sensible objections. What kind of spell is this? They aren’t in love. Right? In his eyes, dark as sin, there was an entire unknown world. And she was there too. In his eyes. She had never felt so visible before. “I’m not in love,” she suddenly blurted out, surprising even herself, though not a single muscle in her face moved. Only her fingers pressed harder into the papers. “No?” She shook her head. Stas answered with that predatory smile he kept first in his arsenal.

Once, Solomiia dreamed of him; he was her childhood crush. But to him, she was just his best friend's younger sister. How desperately she wished back then that Eduard would notice her. Now, she's grown up and changed, but does she really need a womanizer who probably can't love anyone but himself? For Eduard, Solokha was always just a small, freckled, red-haired girl he loved to tease and protect. Who would have thought she'd change so much, becoming so beautiful, important, and essential to Ed? Can he change her mind about him? Will he prove the sincerity and seriousness of his intentions?

Daniel León, a powerful vampire and connoisseur of carnal pleasures, finds the reins on his inner demons unraveling when a young woman, freshly stripped of her humanity, awakens in him a lust so consuming that every fantasy his mind dares imagine threatens to come alive. In her, he sees the liberation of every instinct he has long restrained. Damara is learning to embrace her new nature: perversity, seduction, and savage impulses that stir macabre and erotic desires within her. Heat, electricity, and pleasure surge through her being whenever the Vampire King draws near. Ambition and desire burn without restraint—no matter the cost to lives, philosophies, or history itself. Copyright © All Rights Reserved.

Raised among vampires, she has yearned all her life to become one of them. Trained in their ancient customs and bound by the promise of her awakening, she awaits the night of her transformation. Yet the world she longs to join is far darker than she ever dreamed—and her innocence may demand a terrible price. Copyright © All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be reproduced, in whole or in part. The content of this work is protected under international copyright law.

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