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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 276(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 184(@300wpm)

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How much of memory is truth, and how much is a story we tell ourselves?

No longer a prisoner of Valen’s compulsion, Georgia’s mind is restored. But her memories of everyone around her are at war. Which Valen is the real one? The Valen who does Gregor’s murderous bidding or the one whose heated touch makes her question everything? Which Juno is her sister? The Juno who was always there for her, or the Juno who betrayed her?

Nothing is clear except the inevitable end. Hope dwindles as humanity’s future fades into endless night, but Georgia refuses to give up. Her dogged determination may be the only thing standing between the world and annihilation. But saving lives in this dark new world has a high price, and more often than not, it’s paid in blood

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Stumbling along an empty street, eyes filled with tears, the ground beneath my feet rumbling, and nothing but destruction behind me, I keep going. I can’t turn around.

Why? Why can’t I go back? Where did I come from? My mind is foggy, and I can’t remember how I got here. Even so, I can’t fight the feeling in my gut that I need to run. There’s something terrible at my back, like a rabid hound with sharp teeth. Snapping. Ready to claw through me until it reaches my marrow.

I gasp as something explodes, heat rushing along my spine and blowing me hard forward, but I don’t turn around. I can’t. Forward. Only forward. Away from … From what?

Boots. Pounding boots on pavement. Ahead, a contingent of soldiers emerge from the dark, their guns at the ready as they run toward me with steely intent.

With a strangled cry, I veer off the street and onto the sidewalk, flattening myself to a brick wall as they surge by. One of them screams, but I can’t see why. Then the shooting starts.

Acrid smoke wafts past and sparks a coughing fit in me, my throat burning. I can’t stay here. Can’t stop. My feet seem to have a mind of their own. The soldiers ignore me, more of them pouring onto Pennsylvania Avenue and heading toward the White House.

DC. That’s right. I’m in DC.

More screams and gunfire. I should go back and help. That’s my job. Even as I think it, I break into a jog despite my cough. More soldiers run past. More screams. They need me. I’m supposed to save people, to help them.

I dig the heels of my hands into my eyes. I don’t stop. I can’t. The jog turns into a sprint, hurrying along the road as more explosions sound behind me and I struggle with the desire to aid the people I’m running away from. Fire lights the moonless night, sending shadows stretching along the broken pavement, and I don’t know why I flee, but I can’t stop.

What is happening? I can’t process it. Something’s wrong. It’s like I’m trapped in a dream state, part of my mind in deep sleep while the rest of it functions at a basic level. It says run, I run. The part that should tell me why I’m running isn’t there. It’s slumbering somewhere dark and warm, and no matter how many gunshots and explosions I hear, it doesn’t wake.

A helicopter passes overhead right as all the lights go out, all of DC falling into darkness.

The helicopter makes an odd noise, then its hum turns into the screeching of metal pushed too far. The sound stops abruptly, followed by another violent burst of noise. A plume of fire rises off to my left, and when I peer at the impossible mushroom of flames, I could swear I see enormous bats overhead, their wings spread wide in the cold night. But I don’t pause to look at the impossible sight. I don’t stop for anything.

Forward. Away. I have to get away. That thought is on a loop in my mind. It’s the only truly clear thought I have.

Shouting erupts to my left as more troops emerge from a side street. They don’t give me so much as a glance.

Now running, I cross the street to avoid the soldiers and pass along a narrower lane until I reach an open area. The bleached skeleton of the Capitol building rises in the dark, and I finally see more people. Not soldiers. They’re all running away, just like me. I follow them, finally forced to slow some as a stitch aches in my side.

“The White House.” A woman dressed in scrubs stares at what’s behind me. “It’s gone.”

I want to see what she sees, but I can’t turn around. Turning around would mean stopping.

People are scrambling up the Capitol steps, and more are beating on the doors far above us. “Let us in!”

“There’s no one there!” a man to my left yells. “We have to keep going!”

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Land of Shadow – Fall of Dawn Read Online Celia Aaron http://www.ilovenovels.com/land-of-shadow-fall-of-dawn-read-online-celia-aaron Wed, 04 Jun 2025 21:18:44 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/land-of-shadow-fall-of-dawn-read-online-celia-aaron Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Suspense Authors: Celia Aaron Advertisement

Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 110809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 554(@200wpm)___ 443(@250wpm)___ 369(@300wpm)

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Dr. Georgia Clark works to find a cure for the plague that has ravaged humanity and ended civilizations. Georgia’s sister matches her efforts, but instead of seeking a cure through science, Juno seeks salvation through power. When superhumans emerge from the shadows, their emissary Valen Dragonis offers what humanity has failed to discover on its an opportunity to survive.

Valen becomes Georgia’s only source for the lifesaving blood dubbed “Juno’s Miracle.” Focused on her work, she doesn’t realize his claws are sinking deeper and deeper as he traps her in his twisted grasp.

The cure and power. Pleasure and pain. Valen offers all this and more. But the vampires never intended to give their help for free…

Land of Shadow is a full-length dark romance and is the second of the Fall of Dawn trilogy. This series is for readers who enjoy dark, atmospheric elements, horrormance, and an engrossing plot that drags you in and refuses to let you claw your way out.

(Trigger please check preface for all triggers. This is a horrormance, so have a care if you’re squeamish.)

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“Time is a flat circle.” —Rust Cohle, True Detective

LAND OF SHADOW

Dr. Georgia Clark works to find a cure for the plague that has ravaged humanity and ended civilizations. Georgia’s sister matches her efforts, but instead of seeking a cure through science, Juno seeks salvation through power. When superhumans emerge from the shadows, their emissary Valen Dragonis offers what humanity has failed to discover on its own: an opportunity to survive.

Valen becomes Georgia’s only source for the lifesaving blood dubbed “Juno’s Miracle.” Focused on her work, she doesn’t realize his claws are sinking deeper and deeper as he traps her in his twisted grasp.

The cure and power. Pleasure and pain. Valen offers all this and more. But the vampires never intended to give their help for free…

Land of Shadow is a full-length dark romance and is the second of the House of Night trilogy. This series is for readers who enjoy dark, atmospheric elements, horrormance, and an engrossing plot that drags you in and refuses to let you claw your way out.

(Trigger Warnings: blood, torture, gore, murder, more murder, additional murder, blood, blood play, high heat, dark themes, illness, hospitals, loss, grief. This is a horrormance, so please have a care if you’re squeamish.)

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“Not a good day to move around.” Mike frowns at me from his spot behind the barricade.

“I’m not going far. Just to my office.” I give him what I hope is a convincing smile.

“You sure your sister is okay with this?” He absentmindedly grips the stock of his rifle, his other hand tucked in the pocket of his fatigues.

“I’m not under house arrest, Mike.”

He squints a little as a cold gust blows through the capitol grounds. “I know you aren’t, but that doesn’t mean it’s a good idea to go riding around the city. It’s dangerous. Are you even armed?”

I give him my best glare, hoping I’m at least half as intimidating as Juno. “I’m not out here for a joy ride. I’m working. Get off my dick, all right?”

He sighs and taps a gloved finger against his helmet. “Keep your head down out there and get back before dark. Got it?”

“Yes.” I roll out of the checkpoint and onto the sidewalk. The oak trees overhead filter the sunlight, the branches all but bare this time of year. I pedal easily across East 15th; it’s still blocked with razor wire and guard posts at the cross streets around the capitol. Doesn’t make for easy navigating, but I’ve perfected my route over the past few months. After that, I cut across an alley and onto another sidewalk. I slow down before I reach MLK Boulevard. Crossing that street with anything less than hypervigilance is a good way to land in the emergency room. A sobering thought given how overwhelmed they already are.

Traffic, though intermittent at best, still flows, and plenty of people are braving the frigid weather to move around in the city. Some of them in nothing more than motorized bikes or dune buggies. Anything that still runs—as long as the driver can afford gas or rig solar panels to it. I pull up my scarf to cover my nose, the tip of which feels nearly frozen. A gust blows past, intensified between the buildings, and I have to put my foot down to keep my bike and me from falling.

“Shit!” I creep off the curb and turn to look left and right several times as I ease across the intersection. One car stops for me, but a precariously lifted truck blows past in the opposite direction. Once it’s rumbled away toward the stadium, I pedal hard, shooting to the sidewalk and sailing with the wind at my back past vacant parking lots and overgrown plots of dead turf. The theater building has been tagged so many times since it shut down that it looks like a piece of modern art.

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House of Night (House of Night #1) Read Online Celia Aaron http://www.ilovenovels.com/house-of-night-house-of-night-1-read-online-celia-aaron Mon, 10 Mar 2025 19:24:51 +0000 http://www.ilovenovels.com/house-of-night-house-of-night-1-read-online-celia-aaron Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Authors: Celia Aaron Series: House of Night Series by Celia Aaron
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Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)

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Only she knows the secret of what happened that night …

Trapped in an upside-down castle, Georgia is met at every turn by a creature as cruel and vicious as his vampire kin. Valen, the cursed lord of the manor, is the monstrous minotaur lurking at the center of Georgia’s maze. He stalks her steps, his gaze forever on her as she desperately searches for escape. He wants her memories, memories that are just as lost to her as she is to the outside world.

Valen has no intention of ever letting her go, not when she is the key to his ascendency to the vampire throne. He desires nothing more than her secrets. Not her entrancing eyes, her soft skin, her coursing blood. Once he breaks her apart and extracts her memories, he’ll be done with the mortal who haunts his days and nights, who dances just outside his grasp, who defies him at every turn.

But fate looks different in the light of day, and night can’t obscure the truth forever. . .

House of Night is a full-length dark gothic romance and is the first of the House of Night trilogy. This series is for readers who enjoy dark, atmospheric elements, horrormance, and an engrossing plot that drags you in and refuses to let you claw your way out

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Recovered Journal of Dr. Georgia Clark

May 2, Year 1, Emergence Era

Forgetting can be a mercy. I think that’s something I remember hearing in the past. The long past—before the plague and the monsters in the night.

My eyes have been open so long they start to tear up. But I can’t close them. Not when someone might be coming. No, someone is coming. I feel it in the way my skin prickles in warning, the way the bodies around me begin to shiver, low, fearful moans escaping their throats.

“Don’t.” Someone to my left whimpers, her pale skin almost glowing under fluorescent bars bolted and caged to the stone ceiling high above us. Her eyes are sunken as her gaze strays to the door. She stares just as I do. Waiting. Black bruises mar her neck, and her shirt has long since been torn to shreds. Her small breasts bear similar bruises, puncture wounds that never fully heal. She makes no move to cover herself. We are far past modesty here in this pit. I think she was a senator. Maybe from one of the Western states. I remember my sister holding up a Christmas card with the woman and her family, all of them grinning while brandishing aggressive-looking guns. Not that those did them much good in the end.

The man closest to the door scrambles backwards, knocking the woman over as he tries to find someplace to hide among the dead or dying farther back in the cage. He’s still strong enough to move at decent speed, fresh enough to draw the monster’s attention. That’s our only hope—that we’ll be skipped over for a nicer meal.

I have nowhere to go, no dark corner where I’ll be safe. My back is already to the stone at the side of the cell. It’s twenty feet across and about fifteen deep. I counted out the measurements when I first got here, only a couple of other prisoners cowering against the wall as I searched for some way out, some sort of meaning, some way to make order from the chaos of this horrific new world. I did none of those things. I simply measured out the exact size of our doom. Of our coffin. Of the last place in this hell where our souls will remain.

Someone in the haze of bodies mumbles a prayer. I don’t have faith in anything, and I’m certain her words don’t rise any farther than the ceiling, perhaps falling back down onto us like ash. If I were to pray, it wouldn’t be for salvation or even for survival. It would be for vengeance, the only burning ember left inside my hollow shell.

A whisper in the long hallway sends another shiver through the remaining bodies, even the unconscious ones somehow sensing a predator.

Seventy-two steps. That’s the average of how long the hall is from the door to our prison to some outer door that I’ve never seen. I’ve counted it when a new prisoner is brought, though often they’re dragged by our captors. The jailors barely make a sound as they move, the same as the rest of their brethren, so from them I learn nothing. There are other cells, too, ones filled with the same stew of human suffering and horror. Their screams are nothing but white noise now. I can only assume my screams are the same to them.

Still, I wonder where the hall leads. I know I’ll never find out. I’ve been here longer than most. A month? Perhaps more. I don’t remember exactly. In any case, it’s borrowed time. I lost count like everyone else who tried to keep up by drawing marks on the wall with our own blood. That commodity quickly became far too precious to waste.

Every new arrival comes in bloody and beaten, their eyes empty and haunted. Horrific stories spill from their lips if they’re able to speak. DC is gone. I know that much. Wiped out by the vampires. The newcomers speak of someone they call the “Specter,” the leader of the vampire legions. Merciless, he kills and kills—no human survives in his presence.

Fewer and fewer humans arrive. The other political prisoners brought in with me were drained one by one, picked out and finished off. Only a handful remain. Secretary Shaw, Vince, and Sheila—a page from the White House—are still alive. Sheila doesn’t speak any more, hasn’t said a word since she was brought here a few days after I first woke on this concrete floor. She lies beside me, her body curled into a ball. Vince, once the head of my sister’s security, is awake, but his labored breathing evidences a body ravaged by violence. He should’ve died weeks ago, but he holds on, his eyes opening only when I try to force a morsel of food or a sip of water into his mouth.

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Devil’s Captive Read Online Celia Aaron http://www.ilovenovels.com/devils-captive-read-online-celia-aaron Sat, 07 Jan 2023 22:47:16 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/devils-captive-read-online-celia-aaron Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Virgin Authors: Celia Aaron Advertisement

Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 73365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)

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NOW LIVE

I’m to be married. It should be a time of joy, but all I feel is dread as I walk down the aisle toward a man who only wants me for my family ties. But my walk is cut short when Mateo Milani enters the cathedral, murders my groom, and takes me for himself.

Mateo is cold, violent, and vicious beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. The devil with a handsome face and eyes that haunt my dreaming and waking moments. There’s no escaping his grasp, and even if I could run, Mateo would find me and drag me right back to hell. He wants to possess me, stealing pieces of my soul with his cruel words and heated touches.

His motives are sinister, his methods calculated.

I hate him in ways I’ve never hated anyone in my life.

But the part of this nightmare that scares me the most is the way he makes me forget my hatred, the way he commands my pleasure, and the way I crave him when I should want him dead.

TW: This is a dark romance with equally dark themes, language, and situations.

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LUCRETIA

A white dress. A full cathedral. Hundreds of people turning to stare at the bride. At me.

My stomach churns, bile rising at the back of my throat as I force my feet to carry me forward. My father holds my arm in a death grip as my mother watches me with thin lips and narrowed eyes from the front row.

I won’t run, no matter how badly I want to. There’s nowhere for me to go. Nowhere that could shelter me from the hell I’d unleash if I tried to escape this narrow path to damnation.

This wasn’t supposed to be my fate. I was free of my family’s grasp. I’d finally made it out into the wide world beyond the confines of my last name.

Until I was pulled back in, forced into the role I’d tried so hard to avoid.

I’m walking back into it right now, one crystal-encrusted heel after another, crushing the white rose petals that were hastily thrown down by a distant cousin with her hair in ringlets and a skip in her step, one who will likely someday meet my same fate: a forced marriage for political and monetary gain.

The acid in my stomach tries to force its way into my mouth and onto the bruised petals. I swallow it back, barely.

I sway when I get halfway, the entire cathedral crawling with black dots. No, it’s my veil—like dozens of ants on the white fabric, ready to sting and bite. My mother’s lips somehow grow even thinner, her disapproval eating through me. I have to keep moving.

This is it. This is the end of what was supposed to be my life. Now it will belong to someone else.

“He won’t hurt you,” my father whispers over the drone of the organ and pulls my arm even tighter, making my shoulder ache from the pressure. “He gave me his word.”

My heart pounds so loudly I’m surprised no one else can hear it. It’s like a drum in my ears, a funeral dirge of incessant percussion that beats discordantly against the light melody floating through the cathedral.

When I let my gaze rise, I find my intended. Horatio Manchello. He’s young, his eyes bright as he surveys his bride. Even through the veil, I can see the way he stares, his eyes traveling up and down my form as his face breaks into a wide smile.

I’ve never met him, never so much as shook his hand, and he’s looking at me as if I’m his next meal. Dread pools in my gut and sweat begins to bead along my forehead. I sway again, the black ants crawling closer and promising pain.

“Keep it together,” my father hisses.

I can’t. I try to stop walking, but my father pulls me along, our steps halting as he half drags me to the altar.

My mother pins me with a disapproving glare, and I wonder how long it will be before she backhands me again. Even now, I feel the dull ache along my jaw, a bruise probably growing right beside the one she gave me a week ago. Or the healed one I got a month ago when this nightmare began.

“You must do your duty to this family!” Her voice echoes in my mind along with the crack her hand made when she hit me. It had been years since she’d struck me. Ferdinand had put a stop to it when he was old enough to challenge her and my father.

Ferdinand.

The thought of my brother is like a lead weight in my throat, and I have to banish him from my mind. If I don’t, I’m going to collapse right here in front of everyone and beg the priest to stop this from happening to me.

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Lucius (Acquisition #4) Read Online Celia Aaron http://www.ilovenovels.com/lucius-acquisition-4-read-online-celia-aaron Sun, 08 Aug 2021 21:55:12 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/lucius-acquisition-4-read-online-celia-aaron Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Authors: Celia Aaron Series: Acquisition Series by Celia Aaron
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Total pages in book: 72
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Read Online Books/Novels:	Lucius (Acquisition #4)
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Lucius Vinemont ruined my life. It was a long time ago. It feels like yesterday. I haven't let it go, and I won't. Not until he's dead. Lucius is the bogeyman, the shadow under my bed, the nightmare that wakes me in my sleep. The funny part is that I used to think I loved him, in shades of girlish, foolish love. But then he killed the only thing I had left, and Lucius twisted the knife. It's what he does. And now, it's what I do. Once Lucius is gone, I'll be able to breathe again, to live a life that isn't haunted. That's what I tell myself. But the closer I get to ending the nightmare, the more he gets under my skin. The more he makes me feel things I vowed to never feel, especially not for a man like him. Never for a monster like him. As it turns out, Lucius isn't the only monster from my past, he's just the one I can't shake. When you shoot a man through the heart, he's supposed to die. But Lucius Vinemont isn't a man. He's a monster that has haunted my nightmares for the past five years.
Books in Series:	Acquisition Series by Celia Aaron
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Lucius

A ghost flits through the forest at the southeastern edge of my property, the trees hiding its movements. But I can sense it even if I can’t see it. It’s been haunting me for weeks.

I sip my bourbon and kick my feet up on the second-floor balcony railing as a muggy nighttime breeze stirs and eddies around my home. Out there in the dark, someone is playing a game with me. One that will most likely end up with one of us dead. I flex my free hand, the knuckles scarred from a life of solving the “him or me” equation that has defined human existence since Cain and Abel. Unfortunately for the ghost, I always win, no matter the cost. This intruder will go down like the rest, but I’ll wait for him to make his move. For now, it’s enough to know he’s out there as I lean back in my chair and breathe in the humid night.

The house’s square edges and neat lines jut out into the well-trimmed lawn, imposing its presence—my presence—on this piece of land. So different from what it once was. Gone is the gaudy French palace that once metastasized onto the dark Louisiana dirt. The overbearing estate and its master were both turned to ash five years before. But the Oakmont property has a special place in my past, so much so that I bought it and built my modern mansion on top of the former home’s ruins. And if some of the victims’ ashes are crushed beneath my feet with each step along my floors? All the better.

I take a bigger swallow of the bourbon, the burn nonexistent in this near-priceless bottle. Only the best for a Vinemont. I would laugh at the thought, but I’m too focused on the woods, the moonlight filtering through the leaves, the darkness holding sway, oozing around and between, coating the spaces where I can feel the ghost watching and waiting.

Enemies are nothing new. Not for a man like me. But I admit this one is different. Patient. Not coming for my blood in the sloppy, haphazard way that so many others have. This ghost is wary.

I raise my glass and tilt it a little. “To you, ghost.” The liquor slides down easy, and I stand and return inside, the glass door sliding shut behind me with a near-silent thunk.

Heading down to the first floor, I bypass my main living area and delve even farther, descending the staircase into my damp basement. A small puddle glimmers, my reflection inky as I pass and make my way to the very back, the deepest and dankest spot in this part of Louisiana.

“How are we doing?” I pull a sparse chain on a bare bulb, the light immediate and bright.

A man squints at me, one eye swimming with blood and the other laboring beneath a black and swollen lid. “Let me out.” His voice is quiet, hoarse from useless screaming.

“Not until you tell me what I want to know.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I can wait, but I’m getting tired of coming to check on you. I have a business to run and shit to do.”

“Fuck you.” He strains against the barbed wire I’ve wrapped around him, but he isn’t going anywhere. “My people will come for me. You can’t keep me here without someone finding out. I’m a goddamn judge, for Chrissakes!”

“It’s been three days, Leonard. Three days of you screaming and pissing yourself. No one has even sniffed around about you. Were you reported missing? Sure. Will anyone connect it to me? Not a fucking chance.” I run a hand through my hair, a simple movement intended to calm the rage burning through my veins as I remember his sins. “You made a big mistake going after my nephew. The guys you sent died screaming. But first they squealed just like you’re going to squeal.”

The papery skin on his forehead wrinkles, and he clenches his useless fists. “Someone will know. They’re probably out there right now, waiting to storm this place. And once I’m free, they’ll kill your filthy family—your brat nephew and nieces, their bitch of a mother, and your brothers. The Vinemonts will suffer for what they’ve done, the decent people they’ve murdered, the ruin they—”

“You tried to kill a child, Leonard.” My calm voice belies the raging volcano inside me. “A six-year-old.”

“A Vinemont,” he spits.

“That was your mistake. Now, tell me who’s behind it. I know you didn’t come up with it on your own. That addled brain of yours isn’t capable of any sort of real plan.”

He stares up at me, malevolence in his battered eyes.

I’ve never been a patient man, and Leonard isn’t doing a thing to change that. I want to twist his neck and hear it break, but I need to wait. And he’s right—someone is out there watching me, but I have a gut feeling they aren’t interested in this particular shitbag. Otherwise, the ghost would’ve materialized by now. No, the patient specter doesn’t care for Leonard, likely doesn’t even know he’s here.

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I rescued Sabrina from a mafia bloodbath when she was thirteen. Doing right by her became a priority for me, even while I was busy as the new head of the Philly syndicate. I sent her to the best boarding schools and kept her as far away from the life as possible. It worked perfectly. Until she turned 18. Until she came home. Until I realized that the timid girl was gone and in her place lived a smart mouth, a wicked imagination, and a body that demanded my attention. Who am I? I’m F*cked. Nice to meet you.
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Nate

“If you lose another finger, who’s going to get your girlfriend off?” I waved the thick blade in front of Vigo’s eyes, which promptly began bugging out. “You’ve already lost the bird finger. I’m going to take this one.” I slammed Vigo’s hand down on the desk and pinned his index finger as David held him still.

“Just tell him.” Peter hovered at my elbow, his pistol pointed at Vigo’s sweaty forehead.

“I swear it wasn’t me.” Vigo shook his head as much as David’s grip would allow.

I stabbed the knife into the desk, only half an inch from Vigo’s finger. He screamed, and the scent of hot piss filled the musty back office.

Peter groaned. “Jesus, Vigo. Have some self-respect.”

“It wasn’t me.” Tears leaked down Vigo’s pasty face and dribbled along his stubbly cheeks. He was a low level nobody—the guy in gangster movies who always wound up with an anonymous death long before the credits rolled.

I stood and used the tip of the blade to scratch my chin. Did I think he was telling the truth? Maybe. Did it matter? No. What mattered was that on his watch, an entire shipment of the choicest weed Mexico had to offer went missing and wound up in the hands of the fucking Russians. Two of my men died, and the piece of shit Vigo was the only survivor. Sketchy as fuck. But even if he wasn’t working with the Russians, I’d still have to make an example of him.

In the five years since I became the head of our organization, I’d worked nonstop to tighten the ship, streamline our services, and propagate a legitimate front for all the dirty-dealing that went on behind the scenes. The Russians, and now Vigo, were a threat to all my progress.

I ran a fingertip down the faint scar along my jaw—a bullet graze from the latest attempt on my life. They’d been trying to move in on our turf and take what was ours. From the minute the old boss, Vince, choked on his own blood, the Russians had been poking and prodding. Testing and taking. But that would all come to an end within the month when I allied with the Irish for control of the entire city. Then I’d handle the Russians—go fucking rathole by rathole if I had to—and eliminate every mobster who so much as looked at me wrong.

For the time being, though, I had to hold it all together. The easiest glue I’d ever found was fear. It sealed the holes right up and kept my men in line.

“Hold him.” I pointed my blade at David.

“No!” Vigo squealed.

“I take no pleasure in this.” I twirled my blade in my palm. “But be thankful it’s not your life I’m taking.” I leaned down and met Vigo’s beady eyes. “If I so much as get a tickle in my ass crack that leads me to believe you’re with the Russians, I’ll send David to finish you.”

David laughed low in his throat. If fear was my glue, it was his art form. His nickname, the Butcher, was well earned. Handy with a gun, but beautifully lethal with a knife, he could carve a man up like a Honeybaked Ham and smile while he did it.

“Send your girl on over to my place.” Peter wiggled his free hand in front of Vigo. “I’ll give her the three-finger special since you’ll be out of commission.”

Vigo’s tears began anew as I pinned his index finger to the desk. I would make it quick, then send him on his way to the hospital.

“Don’t fuck up again.” I kept my gaze tied with his as I swung the knife in a vicious downward arc.

His finger came off clean right at the joint, a spurt of blood shooting out and spraying the front of my light blue button-down. He screamed as I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and wrapped the nub. It matched his missing bird finger, though given the scarring, my cut had been far more precise.

David released Vigo, who clutched his maimed hand to his chest.

Peter snagged the finger. “Can’t have you trying for a medical miracle, now can we?”

Vigo blubbered as I wiped my knife on his shirt sleeve then pocketed it.

“Get him an ambulance.” I pointed to Peter. “Industrial accident.”

He nodded and pulled his cell from his pocket. The three of us left the Trenholm Shipping office as Vigo sniffled and wailed behind us. Three of our guys stood next to the trucks, their eyes wide as we passed.

“The fuck you think this is? Break time?” David banged his fist on the side of one of the trailers. “Get to fucking work.”

They started moving, loading pallets of bottled soft drinks onto the trucks. The visible bottles contained Coke. The not-so-visible bottles also had coke, the non-fizzy kind. Peter bumped into the foreman, then continued walking ahead of me to the car.

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The Acquisition has ruled my life, ruled my every waking moment since Sinclair Vinemont first showed up at my house offering an infernal bargain to save my father’s life. Now I know the stakes. The charade is at an end, and Sinclair has far more to lose than I ever did. But this knowledge hasn’t strengthened me. Instead, each revelation breaks me down until nothing is left but my fight and my rage. As I struggle to survive, only one question remains. How far will I go to save those I love and burn the Acquisition to the ground? Full disclosure: This book is a DARK romance with elements of BDSM, slavery, violence, and super-hot sex. It is the last of the Acquisition trilogy, no cliffhanger. If you're good with these caveats, enjoy!
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CHAPTER ONE

STELLA

THE GROUND RUSHED UP to meet my face, but I turned my head just in time to avoid a busted nose. I wheezed as all the air was crushed from my lungs by the impact. Rolling to the side, I barely missed a large boot that stomped the grass where my torso had been.

I got to my feet and backed away toward the house, trying to catch my breath and ignoring the pain in my ribs. Sweat stung my eyes, and the warm sun peeked from a behind a cloud.

I focused on the massive man who rushed me, his arms spread wide and ready to capture me in what I already knew would be a painful bear hug. Ducking under his right arm, I turned, giving him a hard kick in the ass.

He grunted and took a lunging forward step to avoid falling.

“That’s a point for me.” I bounced on the balls of my feet.

“No Krasivaya. I no fall.” Dmitri pointed to the grass and squared up with me again, the tapestry of tattoos on his bare torso rippling as he moved.

“You will.” I grinned and ran at him, jumping at the last moment and landing a vicious elbow to his chest.

He grabbed for me and managed to get one of his bear paws around my ponytail. I landed on my feet and tried to back away, but he whipped my head around and placed his other hand at my throat. He squeezed, attempting to force my submission.

I brought my knee up and slammed my heel down onto his foot with all my strength. He yowled, but didn’t let me go. The air in my lungs was trapped there, and Dimitri made sure I couldn’t get any more oxygen. I struggled—kicking, punching, and clawing. I wouldn’t submit. I’d fight until he choked me out rather than tap out.

Lucius clapped. “All right. She’s had enough.”

Dmitri released me and slapped me hard on the back as I bent over and took in huge gulps of air.

“Sorry, Krasivaya.” Dmitri had made clear ever since we started training that he took no joy in hurting me. All the same, the past two months had left me bruised, strained, and exhausted. But I was better, faster. I could escape him, though I wasn’t able to take him down. Not yet.

“It’s your hair.” Lucius ignored my sputtering and walked up behind me. “You may have actually had a chance this time if he wasn’t able to grab hold of you so easily.” He yanked my ponytail.

I whipped around and threw my leg out, swiping his feet out from under him so he landed on his ass.

“Ow, fuck.” He looked up at me with his light blue eyes, irritation and amusement mixing in the quirk of his lips. “Uncalled for.”

“Good.” Dmitri patted me on the back one more time, his palm slapping on the exposed skin above my sports bra. “But he is correct. Your hair. It is weakness.”

“I’ll tie it up in a bun. Hell, I’ll cut it.” I didn’t care. Winning was more important than my vanity.

“No way.” Lucius got to his feet and brushed the grass off. “Cal loves redheads. It’s an asset. Trust me. Besides, I wouldn’t like it if you cut it.”

“Thanks for your input.” I arched an eyebrow at him.

The sun bore down on the back of my neck like a warm weight. Or maybe the vines tattooed there were growing, getting bigger and thornier every day I spent as an Acquisition. “Your approval of my looks is really key for figuring out how to win this fight.”

He shook his head. “I think I liked you better when you were scared.”

“I think I never liked you.” I crossed my arms over my chest and stared him down.

He smirked. “A woman not liking me? Impossible.” He stepped closer, almost within my reach. “Besides, I think it’s pretty obvious you like me quite a bit.”

Dmitri put his hands on his hips. “Leave her alone.”

“Fuck off, Russian.” Lucius flipped him off without even looking in his direction.

“This isn’t helping.” I brushed past Lucius and walked to the little water cooler set up under the oak tree. Pouring myself a cup, I sank down onto one of the collapsible chairs and replayed the fight over in my mind. Where had I gone wrong, other than my hairstyle?

“I could take you.” Lucius pointed at Dmitri.

“You always say this. You always lose.” Dmitri cracked his knuckles.

“Depends on your definition of losing.”

“You flat on back like good little bitch.”

They circled each other and then tangled, wrestling before separating and doing it again. Like animals butting heads, both too stubborn to back off and call a truce.

It was the same dance the three of us had been doing for the past two months. I trained. Dmitri taught. Lucius played. Sin… I didn’t know what Sin did. After the night of his mother’s revelations, he spent all his time in town, not even visiting on the one weekend when Teddy came home from school.

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Sinclair

In the heart of every man is a darkness. Primal. Instinctive.

At its most basic, it’s a desirous nature—one that covets, demands, takes. Most men brick it up behind a wall of self-control. They invest time and effort in maintaining the separation. These men, good men, control the darkness until it withers away and becomes nothing more than a shadow haunting their innermost thoughts. Something easily forgotten, dismissed, erased.

I've never been a good man.

My darkness is neither restrained nor buried. It lives right at the surface. The only thing that hides it is my mask.

My mask is the law, the light, the pursuit of justice. It is forthright and airy. It is the appearance of righteousness in a fallen world.

The mask I wear is purely the act of a predator. Theater. Pageantry. Deceptive and lethal. It allows me to get close and closer still until it is time to strike.

I stalk so near that my prey can feel the tickle of my breath, the coldness of my heart, the depth of my depravity. Only a whisper separates me from what I desire.

Then the mask falls away, and all my victim sees is darkness.

Chapter Two

Stella

The district attorney sat completely still at the dark, polished table across the courtroom. My father sat in front of me at an identical table, but he was full of nervous energy. He shifted, ran a hand through his silver hair, and leaned over to whisper to his attorney.

I clasped my hands in my lap until the ring on my index finger dug into my flesh. This was the last chance my father had for freedom, the last day he would be able to throw himself on the mercy of the court. My gaze wandered back to the district attorney, the one who had my father arrested. Investigators scrutinized every last cent the old man ever invested or borrowed. And, just like that, my world became a smoldering heap of ashes. All because of one man.

Sinclair Vinemont was unmoving, like a spider poised on a web, waiting for the slightest sensation of movement from a hapless moth. My father was the moth, and Vinemont was about to destroy him. The investigation and prosecution had been the careful work of a master. Vinemont had woven the cocoon tighter and tighter until my father was caught from all sides. He had nowhere to run, nowhere to try and hide from Vinemont’s poison. Dad was being systematically dismantled by the silent monster in a perfect suit.

I wanted to crumble. I couldn’t. Dad needed me. No matter the long list of allegations and the even longer list of evidence against him, he was my father. He had always been there for me. Always protected me, stood by me, and encouraged me. Even after what my mother had done. Even after what I had done.

I would not leave his side. He was staring down a hefty prison sentence. Even if the worst happened, I would visit him, call him, write him, and keep him company until the day he got out. I owed him that and much more.

I stared at Vinemont so hard I hoped he would burst into flames from the sheer heat of my hatred. I’d wished for his demise for so long it had become like second nature to me. I hated him, hated every slick word from his mouth, every breath he took. Vinemont’s downfall was stuck on replay in mind. As I glared at his back, he remained tranquil, completely at ease despite my father coming apart with worry at the table next to him.

I forced myself to drop my gaze, lest anyone see me glaring at him with embittered rage. I couldn’t bear for my father to suffer any further torment, especially not if it was based on any of my actions. My hands were pale in my lap, a white contrast to my dark pinstriped skirt. I took a deep breath and settled myself. It would do no good for me to fall apart now. Not in the face of my father’s sentencing. I let out my breath slowly and looked up.

Something was different. I darted my gaze to the side. Sinclair Vinemont sat just as still, but now his eyes were trained on me. His gaze pierced me, as if he were seeing more than my exterior. I refused to turn away and, instead, gave him a matching stare full of righteous anger. We were locked in a battle, though not a word was said and no one threw a punch. I wouldn’t look away. I wouldn’t let him win even more than he already had. I perused his appearance more fully than I had ever dared. He would have been handsome—dark hair, blue eyes, and a strong jaw. He was tall, broad, fit. The perfect man except for the ice I knew coated his heart.

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Lucius Vinemont has spirited me away to a world of sugar cane and sun. There is nothing he cannot give me on his lavish Cuban plantation. Each gift seduces me, each touch seals my fate. There is no more talk of depraved competitions or his older brother – the one who’d stolen me, claimed me, and made me feel things I never should have. Even as Lucius works to make me forget Sinclair, my thoughts stray back to him, to the dark blue eyes that haunt my sweetest dreams and bitterest nightmares. Just like every dream, this one must end. Christmas will soon be here, and with it, the second trial of the Acquisition. Full disclosure: This book is a dark romance with elements of slavery, violence, BDSM, and super-hot sex. It is the second book of a trilogy and ends on a cliffhanger. If you're good with these caveats, enjoy.
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Stella

The sun’s rays floated through the clear water, shining on me in dappled waves. My lungs burned. They’d been burning for a while, ever since I’d dived down to the bottom and forced myself to stay. I could almost see the edge of oblivion hovering in the distance, the darkness submerged here with me. The tile beneath my feet was a pattern of tangled vines, all emanating from the dark green ‘V’ in the center. The same one that graced the back of my neck.

I winced when I remembered how I got the mark. Not because of the pain it took to get it, but because of the man who had given it to me. The man with a matching one over his heart. Sinclair Vinemont. Another bubble of air escaped. My last. It wobbled this way and that before it floated to freedom.

The burning grew until my vision blurred. I propelled myself upward and broke the surface in a burst of speed. I sputtered and took in huge gulps of life. Grasping the side of pool, I coughed until my breathing calmed, my heart settled, and the water quieted. It was only moments before the surface became a smooth mirror again, reflecting the blue sky above. Nothing had changed. Would anything have changed if I’d stayed beneath the water?

I shook the thought from my head and swam to the stairs. Once out of the pool, I dropped onto my chaise and lay back. The sun was high, beating down, yet somehow failing to dissolve the humidity that hung in the air. Winter in Cuba was a lot like Louisiana in summertime, hot and bright. But there were differences.

An acre or so of verdant grass surrounded the pool patio. Palm trees dotted the lawn here and there, offering a small bit of shade from the unforgiving sun. Beyond the grass was nothing but an impenetrable wall of green—sugar cane.

I scanned the horizon. The fields stretched out around the Vinemont plantation for as far as the eye could see, a wave of emerald disappearing into the horizon. The tall, slim leaves danced on the breeze. Whenever the wind hit just right, the smell from the nearby sugar plant would sweep over the estate, encompassing me with a lingering sweetness that I didn’t feel. Just like the sun bathed my skin, drenching it in warmth that never penetrated any deeper.

I turned my head to the side, away from the open sky and toward the classic Spanish style mansion. The stucco was a muted pink and the roof consisted of neat rows of brown clay shingles. It was three stories of rooms upon rooms that were a mix of modern and antique. I leaned back on the chaise, water sliding from my skin and dripping to the fabric. Even with my shades, the sun was unbearable. I closed my eyes and willed the warm light to infuse something into my heart—some flicker, some sign of life.

But when I closed my eyes, I glimpsed Vinemont’s blue ones. He was always there, hidden inside, waiting for me to close my eyes or fall asleep. In my dreams or waking, I saw him. I clamped my eyes shut tighter, trying to erase him. It never worked. I hadn’t had a good night’s sleep in the two weeks since I’d left Louisiana.

Lucius had followed me that night—the one when my world shattered and Vinemont was the cause—back to my room. He’d promised me escape, a chance to leave the world of Acquisitions and pain. But he didn’t promise me for how long. I sighed and shifted, the raised scars along my back sliding against the damp fabric.

I kept my eyes closed, even though Vinemont was there, his dark blue eyes always piercing through to my heart, the one he’d destroyed. The warm sun and light breeze lulled me to sleep under Vinemont’s watchful gaze. He followed me down into the abyss. A whip in his hand, but a loving touch along my cheek. His whispers were in my ear, promising me pain, pleasure, and so much more. He ran a hand down my back, his fingertips caressing the lines of suffering he’d embedded there. I let out a soft moan when he brushed his lips against my neck.

I wanted to put my palm to his face, to look into his eyes and feel that surge of heat, but my hands were bound. I struggled against the manacles. He smiled without warmth. Cruelty lived in his eyes, his mouth. I shivered. But not from pure fear. And that was the worst part—I always wanted him. Even when he visited me with a whip, with vicious words, with pain, I wanted it all. I wanted him.

Vinemont’s gaze darkened, what little light was in his eyes snuffed out.

“Stella?”

He reared back with the whip. My breath caught in my throat.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter One

Alexi

Jessica was in my rearview. She thought she was far enough back that I couldn’t see her. Of course I could. I’d followed her every move for the past month. Nothing she did escaped my notice, not since she first pinged on my radar.

Jessica was a journalist. She thought she could expose me.

I ran the underground in my city – prostitutes, drugs, protection money. Jessica tried to track me down, to pin all my sins on me in print. She’d gotten close, too close. Now, she was mine. Her tight little body had to be punished, and I was all too happy to do what needed to be done.

I smiled and floored it, the muscle car roaring beneath me and plunging into the dark night ahead. She would follow. Jessica was foolhardy and naïve, just what I needed to make my trap work.

The car ate up the ground at a hellish pace as I’d intended. I needed her speeding through the night with me. She obliged, her headlights coming back into view. We were flying out along a road leading to the industrial park I owned.

I reached down and smoothed the heel of my palm along my already hard cock. I was going to be buried balls deep in Jessica’s sweet pussy in under an hour. I wanted her begging, screaming for me to stop. I wouldn’t. Nothing would keep me from her, from what was mine.

I shook my head at her failure to appreciate the danger she’d put herself in. She thought I’d been her obsession all this time, when in fact, she was mine. She’d been investigating my empire for months. Visiting my businesses, sticking her nose where it didn’t belong. I’d watched every moment of surveillance footage, observing her round ass, her high, ample tits.

She was smart, asked all the right questions, and had actually been digging up a good bit of dirt. Clever and resourceful, she made a worthy adversary. But I didn’t want her for her mind.

I’d planted cameras in her house, her office, anywhere she went. I knew what she had on me. I knew who her few friends were. I knew she preferred writing about me over any other assignment.

I knew what she looked like naked. I knew she had red curls at her snatch and a perfect little pink pussy.

I’d been through her computer. I hated every time she emailed or texted with some other man. I didn’t give a damn if it was for work. She was mine. Every part of her body belonged to me. I was going to mark it as my territory tonight. She would never even be able to look at her pussy without first thinking of me, thinking of my face or my cock buried there.

I even knew what sort of porn she liked to watch. I laughed. She loved questionable consent scenes. Straight up tie her down and fuck her raw shit. What was so funny was that was exactly what she was going to get. I was going to discipline her. To make her never again think to look into my business ventures. I was going to fuck every hole on that little bitch’s body and leave her soaked in my cum.

I imagined her red hair, those blue eyes looking up at me as I fucked her mouth. My little obsession’s lips would be filled with my cock, my spend, in no time at all. And not just mine.

I dialed. “Light her up.”

“Got it.” Jackson’s voice came back before the connection ended.

I saw his red and blue lights in my rearview as he sped behind Jessica’s white SUV. She was a good girl. She pulled over like she was supposed to, just like I knew she would.

My cock ached at the thought of Jackson getting to touch her first. We’d shared plenty of women before, but Jessica was special. I would be the first to sink into her sweet cunt, the first to make her scream.

Chapter Two

Jackson

I walked up to Jessica’s car, my shit kickers crunching on the gravel roadside. Her blue eyes were luminous in the moonlight.

“Officer, I know I was speeding, but I’m on a really important assignment for the Daily Herald, so if you don’t mind—”

“Step out of the vehicle ma’am.”

Her mouth shouldn’t be wasted talking. It should be wrapped around my shaft. It was already straining against the zipper of my uniform. This was going to be good.

She gave an exasperated sigh before removing her seat belt and obeying.

“Face the vehicle.”

She crossed her arms over her chest. She was wearing a graphite gray pencil skirt and a button up white blouse. Her hair was loose, blowing in the light breeze. I wanted to fist it and force her down to suck me off right then and there. I didn’t. I grabbed her arm and turned her forcefully against her car.

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