Dimitri Tasarov has never had a choice in what he was. From infancy, he had been raised with the knowledge that he was a monster, an unlovable creature without a soul, until a single act of kindness threw his entire world into a tailspin.
Ava Emerson had always led a reluctantly sheltered existence. Friendship was a luxury that came with questions she couldn’t afford to answer.
They were an unlikely pair. He lived behind his mask and his roses, and she lived behind her secrets, yet they shared a bond that could get them killed if anyone ever found out.
Times were changing. The city was in turmoil. The weak were unprotected and someone needed to make a stand. But Dimitri wasn’t the only one with eyes on the north, or Ava, and they will stop at nothing to claim them both.
Can Dimitri keep Ava safe, or will the devil fall?
Crime Lord Interconnected Standalone Series#2
He bathed in shadows. Every strip of it seemed to wind around his powerful frame, bending to him like a lover’s embrace. They parted like drapes on a stage to expose the beauty of the man they concealed with deft precision. His allure was both dark and devastating. His aura a steady pulse of unwavering power and strength.
He had his father’s eyes. They were the eyes of a jungle predator, a deep gold that cut across the room of curious onlookers and found Ava’s with a single-minded determination only he seemed to possess, as though nothing in the entire room mattered, except finding her. In them, they held the power to bring time, sound, and space to a crashing standstill. The very world around them vanished with that single merger of gazes and Ava tumbled. Her mind was scrubbed clean of all wants and needs, except the ones he evoked. His seemingly limitless hold on her had not swayed in the years they’d been apart, and nothing had terrified her more.
He was the embodiment of his name.
“Dimitri.” His name breathed from her lips.
The Devil stepped over the threshold, fifteen feet from Ava, but still so close she could smell the decedent lace of sandalwood and amber of his favorite cologne. It was a scent she knew better than her own. She used to wake with it clinging to her skin and sheets, along with the primal aftermath of a night spent in a tangle of hot, writhing limbs and greedy desperation. Just the fragrance alone was enough to bring back a flood of memories she wasn’t equipped to handle in a room full of watchful eyes. She fumbled for composure and could feel her resolve breaking, her nerves jittering. Christ, she was falling apart.
Her knuckles bleached white at her sides. Her heart drummed with a ferocity that reverberated throughout her entire being. It was beyond her how he could still wield that level of power over her, but he did.
“Dimitri?” John Paul took a step forward.
Dimitri released Ava from his scrutinizing stare and focused on the older man. “I was in the neighborhood.”
The words rolled through the room in a beautiful rumble of rolling r’s and a masculine growl. His faint accent only made it harder to ignore the fact that he was every bit as gruff and wild. His voice had deepened since they were kids. It had thickened so it seemed to vibrate from deep within his chest cavity. Ava hadn’t heard it in years, but the memory of his husky demands in her ear at night, the vibration of his chest against hers, the warm whisper of his breath against her skin were all vivid in her mind. Too vivid.
He shifted his weight, a subtle movement that, to anyone else, would have been nothing more than an adjustment of his shoulders, but Ava saw it. Her heart slammed into her stomach.
“He’s hurt.” She said it low, just loud enough for John Paul to hear her.
He shot a glance at her, a brief flick of his gaze before he was facing the man across the room once more. “Let’s head into my office.”
Crime Lord Interconnected Standalone Series#1
One: Sign the contract.
Juliette Romero had a debt to pay, a debt that wasn’t even hers. But it was the only way to keep her family safe and all she had to do was sell her body and soul to the devil.
Killian McClary wasn’t called the Scarlet Wolf for nothing. He’d been the head of the McClary Organization since he was fifteen and had built a reputation for being a ruthless son of a bitch when it came to running the city’s underbelly, not to mention merciless when it came to punishing those who betray him. He didn’t believe in weaknesses. Only results. Juliette, with her shy smiles and hot little body was a weakness unlike any other and yet he was powerless to resist one more taste of her sweet flesh.
Two: Become his for a year.
When given the choice between her life or her body, what could Juliette possibly do, but submit to a man whose very name invoked fear in the hearts of others? She just never anticipated falling for his dark, hungry eyes and clever hands, or the way the beast in him made her feel oddly safe and cherished. …
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Airicka Phoenix is a romance junkie with an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also a prolific author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance addicts who love bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.
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