Thank you, Wander Photography, your photos are so goddamn hot.
Thank you to my editors, Jeanine and Beth, for making me look smarter than I am.
Thank you, Nikki, for your kickass palettes and even more amazing friendship.
Thank you to the rest of my family for always recommending my smutty books to your friends.
Huge thank you to my ARC team. You guys are the freaking best, and with every release, I get more and more blown away with the love and support you give me.
Thank you, Sam and The Smuthood, for being so wonderful and supportive.
Thank you to all the other mafia romance authors that I binged in years past. I didn’t plan to write dark romance, or The Alliance Series, but now that I’m here…
Thank you, Mikayla, for being a force of nature and for enjoying my book mail so much.
Extra special thank you to all of my BeanBaggers. Having a safe space to go online that’s filled with nothing but love and excitement means the world to me.
Thank you to all my friends on Bookstagram, BookTok, and Facebook. With each book, I make new friends, and this list is now too long to name everyone individually. But I hope you know who you are, and I appreciate you and your content so much.
My brain is basically mush at this point, so for those I forgot to name, allow me to apologize.
Last, thank you to Nero and King. You guys made The Alliance real. And fucking wonderful.
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Books By This Author
Alliance Series
Dark Mafia Romance
NERO
Payton
Running away from home at 17 wasn’t easy. Let’s face it though, nothing before, or in the ten years since, has ever been easy for me.
And I’m doing okay. Sorta. I just need to keep scraping by, living under the radar. Staying out of people’s way, off people’s minds.
So when a man walks through my open patio door, stepping boldly into my home and my life, I should be scared. Frightened. Terrified.
But I must be more broken than I realized, because I’m none of those things.
I’m intrigued.
And I’m wondering if the way to take control of my life is by giving in to him.
Nero
The first time I took a man’s life, I knew there’d be no going back. No normal existence in the cards for me.
So instead of walking away, I climbed a mountain of bodies and created my own destiny. By forming The Alliance.
And I was fine with that. Content enough to carry on.
Until I stepped through those open doors and into her life.
I should’ve walked away. Should’ve gone right back out the door I came through. But I didn’t.
And now her life is in danger.
But that’s the thing about being a bad man. I’ll happily paint the streets red to protect what’s mine.
And Payton is mine. Whether she knows it or not.
KING
Okay, so, my bad for assuming the guy I was going on a date with wasn’t married. And my bad for taking him to a friend’s house for dinner, only to find out my friend is also friends with his wife. Because, in fact, he is married. And she happens to be at my friend’s house because her husband was busy working.
Confused? So am I.
Unsurprisingly, my date’s
wife is super angry about finding out that her husband is a cheating asshole.
Girl, I get it.
Then, to make matters
more convoluted, there is the man sitting next to my date’s wife. A man named King, who is apparently her brother, and who lives up to his name.
And since my date
is a two-timing prick, I’m not going to feel bad about drooling over King, especially since I’ll never see him again.
Or at least I don’t plan to.
I plan to take an Uber to
the cheater’s apartment to get my car keys.
I plan for it to be quick.
And if I had to list a
thousand possible outcomes… witnessing my date’s murder, being kidnapped by his killer, and then being forced to marry the super attractive but clearly deranged crime lord, would not have been on my Bingo card.
But alas, here I am.
DOM
VAL
When I was nine, I went to my first funeral. Along with accepting my father’s death, I had to accept new and awful truths I wasn’t prepared for.
When I was nineteen, I went to my mother’s funeral. We weren’t close, but with her gone, I became more alone than ever before.