Red Roses

Giordano Rodino owes a favor... When Dante Lombardo calls in his favor, Giordano is more than ready to deliver. There is only one problem. Dante wants him to marry his daughter. The other little problem, it was a daughter he had with a mistress. This was unheard of, but Giordano does not like owing favors, and so, marrying Dante’s daughter is exactly what he will do. Contessa Lombardo knows what her father is. She knows what he is capable of. After years of disappointment, her mother told her the truth. Dante Lombardo is part of the mafia, he is a capo. She wants no part of his world. When Giordano enters the bar where she works, she knows it is going to end badly. Contessa rejects him as she doesn’t want to be part of her father’s world. Giordano will not take no for an answer. Giordano will not fail. Contessa will be his wife and he’s not above blackmail. He uses her friends against her, so Contessa has no choice but to go with him. She will become his wife. Contessa doesn’t hate Giordano. What she doesn’t know, is that Giordano has fallen in love with his little virgin wife, and he wants to keep her, build a family, and to mend her broken heart. Could it be possible for Contessa to find everything she has been looking for? They love each other and three healthy children are born who continued their life’s struggle and beyond.

Long before the first drop of blood curdled within the ancestral vaults of the Blackrock Pack, there was a law written in the marrow of the moon: Pure black is the coat of kings. To the wolves of the Northern Wilds, color was destiny. A pelt as dark as a midnight ravine signified the unyielding strength of the apex predator unblemished, untainted, and ordained by the heavens to rule. A grey pelt was tolerated, though pitied; a brown pelt was viewed as a dull tool. But red? Red was an abomination. Red was the color of wildfire, of unstable magic, of old, forgotten gods who had burned the world down out of spite. It was a curse whispered of in dark dens, a genetic tremor that the elders swore had been purged from the bloodlines centuries ago. Until Xyrelle was born. The night she entered the world, the pack’s sacred obsidian hearth crackled with a strange, violent blue flame that refused to settle for three days and three nights. The midwives had gasped, stepping back from the whelping bed as if the newborn pup were a live coal. When Alpha Viktor Moore first laid eyes upon his middle daughter, he did not smile. He did not lift her to the sky in triumph as he had done for his firstborn son, Roman, or his radiant, silver-tinged daughter, Katania. Instead, Viktor’s jaw had tightened into a hard, unforgiving line. He had looked at the shock of vivid, copper-red hair clinging to the infant’s scalp like spilled blood on snow, and he had whispered a single, damning decree to his mate: "Hide her. Let no neighboring pack lay eyes on this stain, or our name is dust." Thus began a childhood lived in the suffocating shadows of a golden estate. While Roman was taught the art of war on polished marble floors and Katania was draped in imported silks from the eastern trading posts, Xyrelle grew up in the damp, drafty recesses of the pack house scullery. She was the ghost child of the Alpha lineage, the secret kept behind heavy oak doors and iron latches. Her mother, Luna Alana, looked upon her only with a chilling, vacant indifference, as though staring at a broken piece of furniture that could neither be returned nor repaired. Yet, blood cannot be easily muzzled. Beneath the coarse wool of the headscarf she was forced to wear whenever visitors arrived, and beneath the layers of dirt she smeared across her skin to dull her appearance, a strange vitality pulsed through Xyrelle’s veins. It was not just the strength of a wolf. It was something heavier, hotter, and infinitely more dangerous, a dormant spark waiting for enough oxygen to catch fire. Viktor Moore did not believe in fairy tales. He believed in teeth, claws, and pedigree. And that was his fatal mistake.

Lukas Cussack is a playboy Vampire. He desire Myra Montes. Lukas Cussack captures Maureen and desires to have her. Maureen fell in love with a werewolf Alpha and loved him. She was captured by a Vampire and slaved to Prince Dario Cussack. The world of human, vampires and werewolves are at stake when love is the center of everything.

He's a Mafia Boss's son. He's handsome and courageous. She's a Billionaire's daughter. She's finely educated, beautiful, and innocent. They fall in love in close proximity inside the Bratva cage as prisoners. They were tortured physically and emotionally. But, love prevails between them in another place and at another time. Love is unconditional....Love is everything.....