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Total pages in book: 53
Estimated words: 52062 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 260(@200wpm)___ 208(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)

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A ruthless Bratva boss.
A lone witness.
A snowstorm that traps them together at Christmas.

I was in the wrong alley at the wrong time.
And I saw something I shouldn’t see.

One gunshot.
One dead man.
And one cold-eyed killer staring straight into my soul.

Nikolai Morozov.
Bratva Pakhan.
A gorgeous, merciless nightmare.

He kidnaps me to a remote mountain lodge where a blizzard locks us inside
Just the two of us—and the secrets he refuses to explain.

He says it’s for my safety.
But the way he touches me?
The way he closes the distance between us?
The way his voice drops when he calls me malyshka?
There’s nothing safe about it.

If you love a morally grey man who turns ruthlessly protective for the woman he loves, and a winter romance that goes from fear to filthy obsession, then prepare to devour this in one sitting

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1

HOLLY

Just get through the next hour.

You are a professional.

So your ex is over there with his hand on your boss’s ass.

So you worked your butt off to make this opening night of his exhibition a huge success while he’s over there pawing at the woman who signs your pay checks.

I swipe a glass of champagne off the passing waiter and down half of it, watching Julian's hand run up and down Vivian's Gucci-covered ass as they laugh with some art rich collectors near the ice sculpture. The sculpture is shaped like a Christmas tree, already melting under the gallery’s heat and dripping steadily into its silver basin. Exactly how I feel right now. Slowly coming undone in a room full of people celebrating the man I caught fucking my boss in her office yesterday.

A man who, for the last two months, seduced me into believing he was a nice guy as we worked together to bring his art exhibition to life.

A man who shrugged it off when I walked in on him balls deep in my boss.

I cringe at the memory and take another mouthful of champagne.

I’m not sure what hurts more. The fact that it only took him a mere two months to worm his way into my feelings. Or the fact that neither he nor Vivian seem the slightest bit remorseful.

I admit, it wasn’t love. To be honest, I’m not sure just how much I actually liked him.

But seeing their public displays of affection when he was my boyfriend a mere twenty-four hours ago still stings.

I drain my glass of champagne and dump it on the table of canapés behind me and wonder how much longer I have to keep watching this spectacle.

I just want to get back to my apartment, kick off my shoes, and dive headfirst into a tub of Ben & Jerry’s.

Christ, now his hand is drifting up and down her thigh.

"You look like you could use this," a deep voice says beside me.

I turn toward the voice, and my eyes collide with a pair of the most piercing blue eyes I have ever seen.

Sweet baby Jesus.

I shamelessly drag my gaze over the handsome stranger in a suit before realizing he is trying to hand me a glass of champagne.

“Oh, thank you,” I say, taking the glass from him and trying not to stare at a pair of lips that look like they’d kiss you right into nirvana. “Is it that obvious?”

“No, you’re doing a good job at hiding it. Very professional. I’m just very good at reading situations.”

I smile before lifting the glass of champagne to my lips and taking a big mouthful.

"What did he do?" the stranger asks, his voice smooth, with just a hint of an accent. Russian, maybe.

"Who?" I ask, turning back to look at him, and again feeling a jolt when I see that chiseled jaw line that would make Henry Cavill jealous.

"The man you've been murdering with your eyes for the last ten minutes."

A bitter little laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it. "A giant mistake."

“I see. Looks like you dodged a bullet.”

“Yep.” I take another large mouthful of champagne. "I'm usually good at reading people. But somehow this loser managed to slip through."

“You’re good at reading people?”

“Just like you can read situations, I can read people.”

"Now I'm intrigued.” The stranger's beautiful eyes gleam with interest. “What do your instincts say about me?"

“I’m not going to tell you.”

“Why not.”

“Because a girl needs her secrets.”

He smiles, and oh Lord, it is the most devastating smile I have ever seen.

“Come on, you’ve piqued my interest,” he says.

Across the room, Julian glances in our direction, and does a double take when he sees me talking with Henry Cavill 2.0.

“Fine…” I say, turning to face the stranger. I study him. Take in every detail. He's an easy six-four, with broad shoulders and what looks like a muscular body beneath his suit. His dark hair is cut short, probably regularly, although it’s slightly too long and touches the tip of the collar of his crisp black shirt. His cheekbones are sharp, his lips full, and those eyes. God, those eyes. They’re as bright as lightning.

"You take good care of yourself. Your suit fits perfectly on your frame, probably custom made, which suggests you like fine things. It’s snuggish, but not so snug that it screams douchebag. You like the best of the best. So it’s lucky that you’re rich. But you’re not just rich, are you? You’re ridiculously wealthy. But it’s not old money. It’s new money. Earned through hard work and a vision. A tech billionaire, maybe. Or pharmaceuticals, perhaps." I drain my glass of champagne and set it on a passing waiter's tray. "That or you're in the mafia.”

One perfect eyebrow lifts. “What else?”

“You don’t suffer fools, at all, and people are afraid of you, even if they don’t show it.” I lick my lips and his eyes track the movement. “You’re focused and determined. And the slight curve of your lips when you listen to me talk tells me that you are used to getting exactly what you want.”

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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 94076 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 470(@200wpm)___ 376(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)

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“You’re playing with fire, Little Cinder...”

LARS
I’ve been called a lot of things in my life. Enforcer. Savage. Monster.
None of them bother me. I know what I am.
I am the iron fist of the Knights of St. Boniface Motorcycle Club. I protect the club and keep my family safe.
What I don’t do? Get involved.
Until her.
She’s trouble in torn denim, cowboy boots, and a smile I can’t get out of my head.
I should walk away.
But I can’t.
Even when I know she’ll ruin me.

ELLA
After my father dies, my half-brother turns our home into a living hell, then sells me to a man with blood on his hands and cruelty in his smile.
That’s when he appears. The inked biker with a piercing glare and a body you’d happily die worshipping.
At first he is a threat. Then he becomes my sanctuary.
But he doesn’t know who I really am, or what I’ve been sent to do.
Or the danger we’ll face when all our secrets come burning down.

Cinder is a wickedly dark Cinderella retelling set in the gritty world of the Knights of St. Boniface motorcycle club. A mafia-meets-MC romance, it brims with sizzling chemistry, dangerous secrets, and a brutal, broken hero who would burn the world down to protect the woman he loves.
For readers 18+

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CHAPTER 1

Ella

The explosion rocks me from my sleep, shaking me in my bed and ripping me from my dreams.

At first, I think it’s an earthquake, but the acrid odor of smoke and burning metal hits me, and I rush to the window where a shiver of fear races down my back.

Outside my window, in the darkness, my father’s car is a blackened shell of twisted metal and broken glass scattered across the driveway of our estate.

I’m foggy from a deep sleep, and for a moment my brain struggles to understand what I am seeing.

But the realization hits quickly.

Car bomb.

And it was my father’s car.

“Father, no!” I scream, running from my room.

I tear down the staircase and across the front foyer of our home. My heart pounding, I fling open the front door and fly down the front steps.

I need to get to my father.

I have to know he is okay or help him if he isn’t.

But Santo, my father’s right-hand man is running toward me, his eyes wide with terror.

And suddenly it’s like everything happens in slow motion.

He grabs me by the arms to stop me from running toward the wreckage. I struggle, but he holds me back.

“He’s gone,” he cries, pulling me into his arms and holding me tight. “They killed him, bambina. They fucking killed him.”

Four days later, Santo sits next to me at my father’s funeral and squeezes my hand. I’ve known Santo my whole life. He used to bring me chocolate bunnies at Easter and sugar cookies at Christmas when I was little. Now he is a stoic figure beside me. Back straight. Chin high. Jaw tight. Eyes cast down. His face shows every one of his sixty years.

On the other side of me is my younger sister, Lucretia. At sixteen, she’s already suffered through loss, and I’m worried how she’ll cope now our father is dead. She hasn’t been the same since she watched the murder of our mother in front of her eighteen months ago. Now she lives in a world of her own where books are her life and the outside world is not welcome.

We are sisters, but no one would ever guess by looking at us. She’s our mother’s daughter, with auburn hair, hazel eyes, and the same soft glow our mother had. I take after our father with dark brown hair, bright blue eyes, and strong Moretti resilience.

Next to her, our older brother, Luca, looks bored and put out for having to be here. He’s from our father’s first marriage and is ten years older than me. He’s got similar features to our father, but there is something sinister and cold in his bottomless, black eyes. He’s only been living with us for a year, but if I had my way he wouldn’t darken the hallways of the house my father built for my mother.

Beside him, Luca’s mother dramatically dabs her eyes with her handkerchief as if she’s suffered some great loss. But I know there was no love lost between her and my father. He told me once the world would be a safer place without Carolina De La Cintos in it. I didn’t know what he meant at the time because he didn’t like to talk about her. But when I met her yesterday, and I looked into the same black eyes as her son, a shiver crawled down my spine, and the hairs stood on the back of my neck.

There is something cold and cruel about Carolina.

To make matters worse, Luca has moved her into our house.

“We are at war now, Ella. I need to keep mother safe.”

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Total pages in book: 108
Estimated words: 105803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 529(@200wpm)___ 423(@250wpm)___ 353(@300wpm)

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“There is nowhere for you to run, little one…”

Beast
I am the president of The Knights of St. Bon Motorcycle Club.
A seven-foot mountain of muscle and bone in a pair of motorcycle boots and a leather cut.
Cursed with demons and darkness and secrets that run deep.
To the people of St. Bon, I am a monster.
To my club brothers, I am a fearless leader.
To her, I am a nightmare.

Belle
He comes out of the shadows and turns my world upside down.
He forces me to marry him to pay off my uncle’s debt to the motorcycle club.
The stakes are high. I must be convincing as his old lady or there will be consequences for the both of us.
But I could never imagine the real reason he wants to marry me.
Or the secrets he is guarding in the forbidden room.

Beast is a Beauty & the Beast retelling, set in the fictional, dreamy town of St. Boniface. It is an enemies to lovers, motorcycle club romance with spice and suspense, touch her and die vibes, and twists you won’t see coming. Beast is book one in the MC Fables series. For readers 18+

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PROLOGUE

The shadow steers his Harley through the dark streets of St. Boniface. He rides until he knows he can’t take his bike any farther, then pulls into an alleyway where he kills the engine and climbs off. He takes the rest of the journey on foot through the shadows by lamplight until he reaches his destination. There, he climbs the fire escape to the top of the old theater and stands watching the little house across the street. The lights are on, and he can see her moving about inside. A familiar longing courses through him as he watches her. He hears his heartbeat pound in his ears, feels his blood sing with lust and longing. At his side, his fingers tighten into fists. Fists with blood on them.

Darkness crawls deep into his mind and he turns away.

One day, little one. One day.

CHAPTER 1

BELLE

“And the princess lived happily ever after.”

I close the book of fairytales and rest it against my lap.

“Yay!” cries Aurora, the five-year-old blonde cherub I babysit five nights a week while her parents work late.

It’s bedtime and we’re snuggled up against her pillows.

“When I grow up, I want to be a princess,” she says.

“You already are,” I say, giving her a little bop on the nose. She starts giggling. “You were named after a princess, weren’t you? Remind me again which fairytale she’s from?”

Aurora sticks her little arms up in the air and shouts, “Sleeping Beauty!”

I can’t help but laugh. “That’s right.”

She curls her arms around me. “Please read me another story, Belle. Please.”

“You know I would read to you all night long if I could but then your mom and dad would get mad.” I make a pretend mad face and she giggles. “Besides, you have your costume party at school tomorrow, and everyone knows that princesses need their beauty sleep.”

“They do?” She yawns and rubs her eyes.

“Uh huh. So you need to close your eyes and fall into your dreams, sweet Aurora, because tomorrow you’re going to be the belle of the ball.”

She’s going as her namesake, Aurora from Sleeping Beauty. Her mom, Dani, is a big-time radio personality with her own show, and somehow managed to get a designer to create the perfect Disney princess costume for her.

Aurora pouts. “Emma Duncan is going as Elsa, and she says Elsa is better than Sleeping Beauty.”

“She did?” I gasp dramatically. “Well, I’m sure Emma Duncan isn’t the authority on princesses.”

“And George Brown is going as a Ninja Turtle, and he says princesses are stupid.”

“Well, that wasn’t a very nice thing for him to say.”

“He’s not a very nice boy.”

“Well, sometimes boys aren’t very nice. But it doesn’t mean you can’t be nice back to him. Try it. He might just change his mind about princesses.”

“Do you think so?”

“Maybe.”

She yawns again, and her lids grow heavy. “I wish you were taking me tomorrow, Belle. Maybe Mommy will let you come with us.”

“Me too, sweetheart.”

But I won’t be. Dani has made it clear that daytime is her time and I’m not invited.

“Goodnight, Belle.” Aurora’s voice is a soft whisper. Her large eyes grow small, and her lashes flutter before they finally lower.

“Goodnight, sweet Aurora.”

Bending down, I kiss her on the cheek, then secure the comforter around her tiny frame.

As I sneak out of the room, I hear the front door open and close.

I look at my watch. It’s seven-thirty and no one is due home for another couple of hours.

I wonder if it’s Dani. Sometimes she finishes her shift at the radio station early and makes it home in time to kiss Aurora goodnight. But it’s not Dani, it’s her husband Julian.

“You’re home early,” I say from the top of the stairs.

He’s shaking off the rain from his hair and carrying a bottle of wine. He looks up when he hears my voice and smiles.

Somewhere in his late thirties, he’s already showing signs of premature balding and thickening around the waist.

I don’t have a lot to do with Julian. I’m usually leaving when he’s just getting home. We once chatted over coffee in their palatial kitchen, but it was uncomfortable and forced, with neither of us having a lot to say. He is socially awkward, while Dani has a big personality and an even bigger presence.

After seeing him at a handful of events in the past six months, he gets lost in his wife’s shadow and it’s obvious it frustrates him.

“I’ll just get my bag,” I say, coming down the stairs and following him into the kitchen.

“Don’t leave,” he says. “Stay, have a glass of wine with me.”

I eye the bottle. I haven’t had wine in a while. Not since Austin broke up with me over Valentine’s Day dinner, and I’d tipped the contents of my glass over him when he’d told me about Julie. And Christine. And that bitch at the burger joint… Frieda. I moved my stuff out of our apartment that night, and the next day I’d hauled ass back to St. Boniface.

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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 72284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)

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I’m fake dating the boss of the Zarkov Bratva—what could possibly go wrong?

Lev Zarkov is a real-life monster.

No, correction, he’s actually the devil.

Except, when I first meet him, he’s simply the mysterious, handsome man traveling next to me on a first class flight to New York.

And after being dumped at the altar by my loser fiancé, who vanished into thin air the morning of our wedding, when things get flirty between me and the mysterious stranger, I think why not?

Surely, I deserve one night to forget. I mean, where’s the harm in a little indulgence, right?

I’ll tell you exactly where the harm is. It turns out my one night stand is not only the pakhan of the Zarkov Bratva, but he’s also a billionaire who is used to getting what he wants… and what he wants is me with his ring on my finger.

I’m to appear in public as his fake fiancée, and in return, my loser ex will get to keep his brains inside his head.

Every instinct tells me I don’t want to do this.

But Lev Zarkov can be very persuasive…

Bratva Lullaby is book one in the Zarkov Bratva duet. Brooke and Lev’s story concludes in book two, Midnight Poison.

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BROOKE

I stare at my reflection in the mirror and smooth down the front of my dress. The dress is everything I dreamed about as a little girl when I used to watch all the brides come and go from my mom’s bridal boutique. The softest Italian silk. White and encrusted with the tiniest crystals. A strange sensation tingles in my stomach. Back then, I also dreamed of a handsome prince who would whisk me away and make me his wife. But I’m definitely not marrying a prince today. More like a reformed bad boy. The man in a suit who used to make all the girls at the club swoon. The rapacious flirt who changed his ways for me. You tamed me, Brooke; I’m a changed man.

I met him when I started working at the club he managed. I was the marketing manager, and he was the gorgeous boss I knew I should stay away from. But his boyish charm and dimples eventually wore me down, and before I realized it, we were a couple, and moving in together.

I take a deep breath and let it go slowly to steady my nerves. This is what I want, right? I love Wilson. We’ve been together for two years, and it’s been… great.

I push a stray curl behind my ear.

It’s just nerves.

“Are you ready?” my best friend Elsa asks. Dressed in a champagne-colored silk dress, she gives me an affectionate look. “The limousine is out front.”

I blow out another nervous breath and nod. I want this.

As I walk past Elsa, she stops me. Seven months pregnant, she takes my hand. “It doesn’t need to take you to the church, you know. Just say the word, and the driver will take us anywhere you want to go.”

I know she has her reservations about Wilson. After all, she’s my best friend, so she’s the one I turn to whenever I need to vent because Wilson is being overly flirtatious with another employee again, or Wilson is being distant and is too preoccupied to remember my birthday, or the anniversary of my parents’ death, or insert any important date he missed here. She’s also the one who knows that I haven’t been laid in almost a month because Wilson has been too busy with the club to come home and fuck me.

I give her a confident smile, but it’s all smoke and mirrors. Because behind it, I’m suffering a bad case of cold feet.

I nervously play with the owl charm hanging from the bracelet on my wrist. A gift from my mother I never take off.

The door opens, and my other two bridesmaids, Chloe and Samantha, walk in and immediately begin to gush about my dress. Chloe hands me a glass of champagne, and Samantha passes a champagne glass of juice to Elsa.

I take a sip and hope it helps calm my nerves. I want this.

There’s another tap on the door, and Henry walks in. Henry is my brother from another mother.

While I’ve known Elsa, Chloe, and Samantha since high school, I met Henry when he moved into the apartment across the hall from mine three years ago. One day, he knocked on my door asking to borrow a phone charger, and when he saw my Gucci slippers, he promptly declared us to be best friends, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Even when he moved across town to a fancy loft with his producer boyfriend, we still managed to keep up our cocktail dates.

Today, he’s giving me away. Since my parents are dead and I have no other living relatives, this little group has become my family, and when Wilson asked me to marry him, Henry was the only person I wanted walking me down the aisle.

“Am I too late for the toast?” he asks.

He isn’t carrying a glass of champagne. He’s carrying the open bottle.

“Wow!” Samantha says, her eyes sweeping over his purple herringbone suit and cravat.

“I know, I’m gorgeous,” he says with a little curtsy and a bright twinkle in his eye.

Trust Henry to go completely untraditional at a traditional wedding. His suit is a showstopper, and he looks utterly fabulous.

“Henry, would you like to do the toast?” Chloe asks.

Henry gives me a wink. “To the most beautiful bride in the world. I hope you are blessed with a beautiful wedding and a wonderful marriage.” He raises the bottle. “And may all your ups and downs only be in the bedroom.”

Chloe raises her glass. “Yes, cheers to a great marriage.”

“And great sex,” Samantha adds.

The sound of crystal chinking echoes in the hotel room.

Despite feeling sick with nerves, I take a sip of my champagne and pray for it to stay down. Maybe the alcohol will calm the butterflies and keep my nerves steady. It’s nice champagne, so I take another mouthful and enjoy the warmth spreading through me. But it does nothing to fix that tight feeling in my gut.

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Total pages in book: 65
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He took me as collateral to ensure my ex -fiancé kept the deal they made.

But since then Lev Zarkov has become so much more than the devil I thought he was.

And now his baby is growing in my belly.

I don’t want to leave him but after one devastating night blows up our life, I know I have my baby to think about.

I tell myself that leaving is the right thing to do. But waking up without Lev in the middle of the night is pure midnight poison.

I miss his touch. His smell. The warm, comforting way he would hold me in his arms and let me know how much he wanted me.

But that isn’t the man who comes after me.
He’s angry. He’s formidable. He’s hurt.
And now that he’s found me, he’s going to make me pay for breaking his heart.

But there is a danger lurking in the shadows.
And we’ll have to put our differences aside long enough to fight the invisible threat that could destroy everything.

Midnight Poison is book two in the Zarkov duet and concludes Brooke & Lev’s story.

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1

BROOKE

The explosion lights up the night, and the glass in the windows shakes. Outside, the night is lit up by a sudden orange glow before it’s swallowed into the darkness.

Oh God, no…

Standing at the window, all I see is carnage in the parking lot below.

What used to be Lev’s car is a smoldering wreck. It’s a blackened shell of twisted metal. Glass is everywhere. Several feet away from the vehicle is what looks like a body.

No, please don’t let it be Lev.

Then I realize it must be Igor, and my heart drops. Tears well in my eyes as I search for Lev.

Then I see him. He wasn’t near the car, but the force of the blast sent him flying backward into the garden lining the sidewalk.

He’s not moving.

He’s dead.

The dread erupts in my chest, and I feel my knees go weak.

But then he moves, and a wave of relief washes over me.

I start banging on the window. I feel so helpless. I see a dark hooded figure walking toward him, its arm outstretched and pointing a gun at Lev. I scream and bang louder on the glass. I see Lev look up at me.

Don’t look at me.

There’s someone coming for you.

But the figure quickly diverts his path when two of Lev’s men appear out of nowhere, followed by a swarm of hospital and security staff running outside to see what happened. I watch the dark figure turn away and disappear quickly into the darkness.

I don’t bother with clothes or shoes or anything sensible like that. Instead, I try to flee the room, but one of the two men Lev has posted outside of my door tries to stop me.

“Get out of my way,” I demand, desperate to get to Lev.

“The pakhan said—”

“The pakhan is lying out there injured.”

“We heard the noise. Vinnie has gone to investigate. But you must stay here where it’s safe.”

I shove him in the chest. “Go help your pakhan. He needs you.”

“The pakhan won’t be happy if I leave you. Or let you leave this room.”

I grab his collar. “You listen to me. Go and help your pakhan, or so help me God, I will shoot you myself.”

He looks a little unsure. The noise drifting up from the parking lot is getting louder as more and more people join the commotion outside.

“We are to stay here,” he says again.

“What is your name?” I ask.

He looks confused.

“It’s not rocket science. I’m just asking for your name.”

He frowns like he’s never been asked the question before, then cautiously adds, “Toby.”

I steady my breath and in a controlled voice say, “Right, Toby, I am going to leave this room with or without your help. What’s it going to be?”

But he won’t budge. “We stay.”

The eerie wail of approaching police sirens cuts into the night.

I have to get to Lev.

Catching Toby off guard, I slam my elbow into his solar plexus and make a run for it. But with every step I take, my body protests. Every bruise lights up with pain as I make my way through the maze of corridors and stairwells to get outside.

By the time I burst outside, the night air is heavy with the stench of burning metal, and my body is screaming for me to stop. But I can’t. I need to get to Lev. I need to know he is okay.

An EMT is with him, checking his vitals. Lev’s eyes are closed. And suddenly, I'm terrified for him. My hand goes to my belly where our baby is nestled inside me.

I look around us. Everywhere is chaos. People yelling. Hospital staff running around. Bystanders appearing out of nowhere. I glance around at the people who have gathered to watch from a safe distance and scan the area for a figure in a hoodie. Is he here watching this unfold? Waiting for the right moment to finish what he started?

I shiver with dread. This was an assassination attempt.

“Miss, you shouldn’t be out here,” an EMT tells me as he rushes past. “There’s glass and debris everywhere.”

Toby appears by my side and he looks pissed. “You need to get back inside. There could be a secondary device.”

More panic rolls through me. And suddenly, I’m being pulled away and ushered inside by Toby and another man who is yelling something, but I can’t hear because all I can see is Lev being treated by the EMT on the ground.

And he doesn’t look unconscious.

He looks dead.

2

BROOKE

“I need to see him,” I yell at Toby and the other guard.

“Not yet, you don’t. You need to stay inside with me and Vinnie,” Toby says.

We’re walking down a long corridor lit with florescent light.

“We’re taking you back to your room,” Vinnie adds. “And you’ll stay there until we receive further information.”

I try to yank myself free from Toby’s grasp, but it’s no use. His grip is strong and vice-like as he leads me down the corridor, further and further away from Lev.

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Massimo De Kysa.
The man who stole my first kiss.
And now my boss.

I learned early how life can turn on a dime.
That’s how it is when you grow up as a mafia princess.
One minute you’re rich, spoilt, and betrothed to the most revered man in the city—the next your broke and selling your designer bags so you can eat.

But I’m not the kind of girl who gives up without a fight.
And when someone steals everything from me I’m not afraid to turn to the enemy for help.

He’s a De Kysa. I’m a Bamcorda.
Two rival families from the East Coast.
But it wasn’t always that way.
A year ago, he stole my first kiss and gave me a night to remember.

Since then, he’s changed.
Now he’s a powerful don with the presence of an approaching storm.

He agrees to help me hunt down who stole my inheritance.
But everything comes with a price, especially when you strike a deal with the devil.

Will trusting the enemy get my life back, or will it cost me everything?

The Devil’s Lair is book 2 in the De Kysa Mafia series. Expect off-the-charts chemistry, Cinderella moments, a plot twist of all plot twists, and all the delectable heat of a mafia romance. For readers 18+. See author’s note for trigger warnings.

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1

BIANCA

Nine.

That’s how many funerals I’ve attended in the last few weeks.

Nine men who died for the Bamcorda name. But none of them hit me as hard as this one.

I squeeze my eyes shut to keep my anger in check.

When I open them again, they focus on the man in the coffin in front of me.

Luca Bamcorda.

My father.

He lies stone-cold amongst a sea of white satin, his hands folded on his chest, his face pasty white. His thick hair is stiff with spray, and caked makeup barely conceals the bullet wound in his forehead.

A bullet courtesy of Don Nico De Kysa.

Hatred swirls in my blood and heats my veins when I think about the ruthless don.

His reign over this land has destroyed my family.

I glance over my shoulder at the poor showing of guests. When my father kidnapped Don De Kysa’s wife, he did so without the permission of the families we were allied with, and when the De Kysa came looking for retribution afterward, our allies were quick to abandon us. They stepped back with their hands in the air and insisted they were never involved.

Now, they’ve disappeared into the shadows like the fair-weather assholes they are.

I turn away from the empty room to look at my father again. The mortician did his best to cover the bullet wound in his head, but no amount of makeup is going to hide the truth.

Not that anyone is here to goddamn see it.

Feeling a presence behind me, I turn around.

Tony Vinocelli, my father’s consigliere, and his two sons, Giulio and Fausto, have entered the room.

Somewhere in the cold corner of my hardened heart, a small flame of hope and relief bursts to life. They care. Tears burn at the back of my eyes, because I didn’t realize just how much I needed to know that today.

Tony takes my hands and gives me a respectful nod. “I’m sorry for your loss, Bianca.”

“Thank you,” I say, needing desperately to cry but holding back because a little voice inside me tells me to.

I want to ask him where he has been for the last week. Where were his sons? Where was anybody?

“There is much we need to talk about,” I say to Tony.

I notice Giulio and Fausto give each other an awkward glance and feel a tightening in my gut.

“Forgive me, Bianca, but today is perhaps best left to mourn the dead,” Tony says.

“Of course. Perhaps later we can discuss how to move forward,” I reply.

“Move forward?”

“With a retaliation.”

Again, Giulio and Fausto share a look.

Tony folds his hands in front of him. “There is no moving forward. No retaliation. It’s over.”

“Over? My father is dead—”

“And this is his farewell.” Tony takes my hand again. “And our farewell to you.”

A cold trickle makes its way down my spine.

They’re not here to support me while I bury my father.

They’re here to sever ties.

The realization is crushing.

But I don’t react.

I won’t give them the satisfaction.

He is just like the others.

Scurrying away like a frightened little mouse.

“Then you’d better go,” I say sharply.

He can’t get out of there fast enough, and with growing resentment, I watch the three of them walk away without so much as a glance back.

Rat bastards. They’re fleeing the sinking ship along with everyone else.

When they disappear through the doors, I feel a wave of anger roll over me. Seeing the empty pews makes my heart hurt even more than it did before, and I look away; my father would be humiliated.

I lift my chin and reach for my papa’s hands but recoil at the icy feel of his skin.

There is no coldness like the coldness of death—something I learned at an early age.

Ten years ago, I stood on this very spot and looked down at my mother’s lifeless body, and when I touched her cold hand, I’d felt the icy pain of death slide through me.

Now it’s cutting me to the bone once again.

Someone steps beside me. Harrison Tork, my father’s accountant and trusted confidant. “It’s time to go, Bianca. There is a car waiting.”

No one else is here but the accountant.

He arranged all of this.

When everyone else fled, he hung around.

Which is to be expected.

Because when everything else is gone, money talks.

2

BIANCA

Three weeks later

“It sounds like you had a horrible time,” Lilah says, taking a sip of chardonnay. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, but Andrey was insistent we still took the trip to Europe.”

“And you know I wanted to be there, but I just couldn’t get away,” my other friend Angelica says, also taking a sip from her wine glass.

Its lunchtime and we’re dining at Sage Sprig, a restaurant on the waterfront.

“If I had been able to get off work I would’ve been there in a heartbeat,” Jules, my other best friend, says. “But you know how demanding my job can be at times.”

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Nico De Kysa.
Cold. Detached. Ruthless.
And my new husband.

I didn’t want to marry the despicable mafia don.
But my father made a deal with the devil and lucky me, I’m the currency.

If I leave…
He’ll destroy my father’s fortune.

But if I stay…
He’ll obliterate my heart.

Because in this union, the lines between love and hate are blurred.
So blurred.

He’s a cold-blooded monster with ice in his veins and frost in his heart.
But in bed, Nico De Kysa burns like wildfire.
And in the heat of the night, I begin to forget why I hate the mobster.

I’m trapped in a world I despise.
With a man too wicked to fall for.
Yet, I can’t leave.

Maybe if I knew what was coming it would be easier to run.

The Devil’s Den is book 1 in the De Kysa Mafia series. A scorching hot enemies-to-lovers romance with tension-filled banter and sizzling chemistry. Expect ‘touch her and die’ vibes, forced proximity, and all the deliciousness of a mafia romance. For readers 18+. Please read author’s note for trigger warnings.

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PROLOGUE

“You can’t do this to me!” I cry.

I look at my father sitting behind his vast desk looking so calm and collected as he rips my world from under me, and I feel utterly hopeless.

“I can, and I am,” he says calmly. “You will leave for New York tomorrow.”

“This isn’t fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, Bella.”

“You think I don’t know that? I lost them too.”

My father stands. He doesn’t like me bringing it up. What happened that night only six months ago tore our family apart and left me without a mother or any siblings. It stole his wife and two sons from him. It blew our family apart.

“We’re moving to America, and that is that. New York will be home from now on.” He walks around the desk to the drink cart and reaches for the bottle of grappa. “Alberto will chaperone you, and you will finish your school year at one of New York’s finest schools. I will follow in a few weeks once I have wrapped things up here.”

“I lose my mother and brothers less than six months ago, and now I’m losing my father and everything I’ve known too?”

“You need a fresh start. We need a fresh start. This is it.”

“No.”

My father looks up from pouring his drink. “No?”

“I won’t go.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I’ll be eighteen soon enough, and you won’t be able to tell me what to do anymore.”

“You’re sixteen—”

“And a half.”

He replaces the cap on the grappa and turns to fully face me. “This isn’t up for negotiation, Bella. You will do as I say, or I will make you. Do you understand me?”

My father doesn’t make idle threats. If someone doesn’t do as he says, he shoots them. Or he has Alberto, his right-hand man, do it for him. Or so the rumors go. I’ve never seen them do anything like that, but I’m not stupid enough to think it doesn’t happen. Not when you’re Mafia like he is.

Not that either of them would ever hurt me.

I am the apple in my father’s eye, and Alberto loves me like a daughter.

His phone buzzes and briefly distracts him when he sees someone’s name on the screen. But he ignores it and refocuses on me. “We have outgrown Italy and have new interests to pursue in New York City. It’s time to move forward.”

“My life is here. My friends are here.” I suddenly feel desperate when I think about all the things I’ll be leaving behind. Who I’ll be leaving behind. “You can’t ask me to give it all up.”

“I’m not asking, Bella.”

Again, his phone buzzes. Again, he ignores it.

“You can’t stop me from seeing him.”

Him being Domenico De Kysa. The boy I was born to love. Son to Gio De Kysa, my father’s best friend and don to the De Kysa. We were both born on the same day. Raised side by side by our mothers who were best friends. We were raised to be betrothed. The perfect union of the two houses.

My father taking me away from all of that to move to America doesn’t make sense.

Again, his phone lights up with a call. This time, I see the name. Mari. A woman.

“Who is Mari? Why aren’t you answering her?”

For a split second, I see the unease on his handsome face. It’s not there long, but long enough to ignite my next question.

“Are you seeing someone?” I ask, my voice raised. “Mom hasn’t even been gone six months!”

“Bella—”

“Who is she? Is she the reason you’re sending me to live nine hours away? You want to spend time with her without your daughter around—wait, Mari, as in Marianne De Kysa?” The realization rumbles through me, and I take a step back. “Why would Marianne De Kysa be so anxious to talk to you?”

Marianne is Nico’s mother. Wife to my father’s best friend.

“Many things are in play here that you don’t understand, and I will not explain them to my sixteen-year-old daughter.”

“Oh my God, are you having an affair with her?”

Mafia wives don’t call their husband’s best friend repeatedly.

My father’s intimidating voice cuts me off. “Go to your goddamn room, Bella, and don’t come out. You’ve got some packing to do, and I don’t want to see your face until morning.”

I escape out my bedroom window and bolt across the immaculate lawns of the sprawling estate. Moonlight guides my way as I sneak through the apple orchards and along the row of olive trees toward the stables at the edge of the property. The little glow coming from inside tells me Nico already waits for me.

Nico.

Just the thought of him sends butterflies loose in my stomach.

“Bella.” My name rolls off his tongue as I launch myself at him and bury my face into his neck.

“He’s sending me away, Nico. He wants to keep us apart.”

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ARES

Twenty Years Ago—A small town outside Jacksonville, Florida

I was born a monster.

I killed my mom during childbirth.

Or so the kids at school say now they’re old enough to know how to hurt me with their words. They know they can’t hurt me physically, so they resort to poisoned words to do their bidding because they’re afraid of me and don’t know how to hide it.

I’m a freak.

A genetic mutant. Tall and strong. With eyes as dark as night.

And it isn’t only the kids who are afraid of me, it’s the adults too. I’m already taller than our teachers, and I can see the fear in their eyes whenever we make eye contact. No one wants to be caught alone with me, not even my teachers.

No matter what I try, I can’t put their misguided beliefs about me to rest. I can’t help being the size I am or the height I am, and it crushes me to see people shrink back in fear when they see me coming their way. I always thought they were wrong about me. But lately, I’ve started to wonder if they might be right because sometimes I feel my moods swing like a pendulum. Sometimes they soar from the highest of highs where I feel like king of the world, but then they plummet without warning to the lowest of lows where I can barely get out of bed.

But I never show it.

Never let anyone know about the storm brewing inside. I keep quiet and pull my hoodie down to hide my face and try to turn invisible. But invisibility is hard when you’re already six foot eight at seventeen.

“Six-foot gazillion inches and built like a brick shithouse,” my Uncle Frankie always jokes. Half the size of me and skinny as a garden rake, you never see him without a cigarette dangling from his bottom lip. “And more misunderstood than a frightened Pitbull.”

He’s right. I’m misunderstood by everyone.

Except for Uncle Frankie and Belle.

When Belle moved in next door, I had never seen anyone like her in the world. She is so beautiful my chest aches just looking at her. Blonde, with crystal blue eyes and a smile brighter than sunshine, I fell in love with her the moment she walked up to the front door of my father’s mansion and introduced herself to me. She was with her parents, and to this day, I can still see the look on their faces when I opened the door and they saw me for the first time. I was smiling because they’d caught me on a good day when my moods were high. They were smiling too… until they saw me, and their smiles faded, and Belle’s father not so discretely nudged his seventeen-year-old daughter behind him as if he needed to protect her from me.

The introduction was stilted and awkward. Her parents were quick to realize it was a mistake to introduce their daughter to the freak who lives next door.

Their eyes didn’t lie— they were frightened of me.

But not Belle.

I could tell she’d felt that zip of lightning hit her when we met, and despite her parents ushering her away from me that day, it wasn’t long before we started to meet in secret whenever she could get away from her father’s watchful eye.

That’s the good thing about your father hating the sight of you—he’s never around to enforce curfews or ground you. And boy, did my old man hate me. He never got over my mom’s death or the fact that I caused it.

That’s why Uncle Frankie moved in with us after Mom’s funeral. The man raised and treated me right when my cold-hearted father couldn’t. He’s the one I confide in about Belle and helps us meet in secret because he knows we have something special and that everyone has the right to experience it at least once in their life. And who am I to say your time isn’t now?

It was Uncle Frankie who brought Belle the secret phone she keeps hidden under a floorboard in her bedroom so we can communicate without her parents knowing.

This afternoon, she sent me a message asking me to meet her at the abandoned theater just outside of town. That’s why I’m here now, parking my bike around the back.

I find her in the old brick building, standing amongst the ruins and a hundred lit candles.

She looks so beautiful I can barely breathe.

“Belle baby… what’s going on?”

She begins to unbutton the front of her dress, and I struggle to swallow. My mouth is a desert, my throat as rough as sandpaper. I’ve never seen anything so lovely.

“I want you to be my first,” she says, her glossy lips breaking into a soft smile.

Her dress slips to the floor, and all I can do is stare at her.

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Sometimes love grows in the darkest of places… One tragic night took the only good thing in my life from me and set me on a new path. A path that eventually led me here, to the Kings of Mayhem motorcycle club in Tennessee. They call me Doc because that is what I am, even if the law says I can’t be. I’m inked head to toe, ride a Harley and wear a cut, but my love for medicine is the blood in my veins. I don’t need liquor and I don’t need women. By choice, I haven't touched a woman in years. Guilt has shaped me into a lonely figure. Love is a fable and touch makes me uncomfortable. But when a rival club decides I have what they need and abduct me off the street, I come face to face with the last damn thing I need—the woman of my dreams. She’s the enemy. The daughter of our biggest rival. The odds are against us, yet I’m drawn to her like a moth to the flame. I don’t like to be touched but I want her to touch me. Chances are I’m not getting out of this alive. But when I have her in my arms, I can’t help but feel like my life is just beginning. Sometimes love can grow in the darkest of places. But then again, it can crash and burn too. Doc (The Kings of Mayhem MC TENNESSEE series, book 2). For readers 18+.
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DOC

Seventeen Years Old

The girl trying to stick her tongue down my throat tastes like maple syrup and beer.

She’s all over me, pressing her tight body up against mine and telling me all the things she’s wanted to do to me since the school year started.

Her body feels good against mine. Warm and soft. But she isn’t my girlfriend. And even though I’m so drunk I probably need some kind of medical attention, I know this isn’t right.

I’m not a cheater.

And I love my girlfriend more than anything in the whole fucking world.

I think of Christy and our fight. Think about how I stormed out instead of hanging around to work things out. But we were so mad, I wanted to get out of there before either of us said something we both regretted.

I hadn’t meant to come to this party. But Lyle Matlock and a couple of other guys on the football team were driving past when they saw me walking along the side of the road and offered me a ride.

Now I’m here with a cheerleader begging me to fuck her.

I don’t even know where she came from. One minute, I’m heading for the front door, the next, she’s wrapped around me like a boa constrictor.

She’s hot. There’s no denying that. But she isn’t my girlfriend, and I’m not about to do anything more to jeopardize what I have with my girl. So, I try to push her away but being so inebriated, my motor skills are slow. My hands feel like they belong to someone else, and somewhere in the back of my mind, I know I need to puke.

Somehow, I manage to untangle her from me and my entirely disinterested body, then slide my way along the hallway toward the front door. Needing air, I stumble down the porch steps to the front lawn, where I collapse onto the grass. I close my eyes and will myself not to puke, but the world begins to spin, so I open them again and stare up at the stars.

With an ache in my heart, I think of Christy again.

I don’t want to fight with her.

I love her.

I want to be with her.

I want to feel her warm arms around me.

Sitting up, I grab my phone but drop it because my hands are like wet noodles. I pat the grass looking for it, then congratulate myself when I find it.

I’m so fucking wasted.

Fumbling, I manage to dial Christy’s number, and after few rings, she picks up. The moment I hear her voice, my chest tightens with longing, and I know I’ve done the right thing calling her.

No fight is worth losing her.

Nothing is fucking worth losing her.

“Where are you?”

“Duke Lloyd’s party.”

“Okay, I’ll come pick you up.”

I’m still on the lawn trying not to puke when she pulls up in her truck.

“Baby…” I reach for her, my eyes bleary. Christy shakes her head. She’s still mad, but she reaches for my hand and hoists me onto my unstable feet. “I’m drunk.”

“No shit, Captain Obvious. Get in the truck.” Yep, she’s still angry. She opens the door, and I climb into the passenger seat, praying I don’t puke.

Christy jumps in and starts the engine.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

And I am.

I shouldn’t have walked away from our fight.

“Do you mean that?” she asks, pulling out of the driveway.

“I shouldn’t have left. But I want our baby, Christy, and when you said you wanted to get rid of it—”

“I didn’t say I wanted to get rid of it. I said I had to think about what to do. I need options, and abortion is one of them.”

“But it’s our baby.”

“Don’t you think I know that?” she says, tightening her grip on the steering wheel. “But I’m only eighteen years old, and you’re seventeen. In a few months, I’ll be leaving for med school, and this changes everything. I’ve wanted to be a doctor for as long as I can remember, and I have worked hard for my scholarship. How am I supposed to attend medical school, work nights, and look after a baby?”

“We’ll do it together.”

And I mean it.

I’ll do whatever it takes.

“You say that now but what happens when it gets really hard, and you decide you can’t do it anymore?”

Despite being drunk, I’m a little offended that she thinks I’d walk away from my responsibilities so easily. I’m not that guy. I never have been. Never will be.

“I’ll never walk away,” I say softly. “You can count on me.”

“My sister thought she could count on Clinton, and look how that turned out.”

Her sister, Charlotte, dated the quarterback all through high school. When they were both seniors, she found out she was pregnant, and he promised to stick by her. But at prom, she found him fucking one of the cheerleaders in the gym locker room, and two weeks before her daughter was born, he left for college with the same cheerleader. It hasn’t been easy for Charlotte. She had to give up her scholarship and take a job at the Piggly Wiggly to make ends meet.

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What doesn't kill me had better start running... Life as I knew it ended with a bullet. It stole my brother from me and destroyed my family. From the ashes, I rose stronger and meaner, to exact the kind of revenge best served bloody and cold. I took out every single person I held responsible, Except one. He’s a phantom but his days are numbered. Because I won’t stop until I’m done. Then she shows up. The forbidden fruit. A light to my darkness. I should resist her because what I touch, I destroy. And my feisty wildflower deserves more. More than this. More than me. But there is a monster lurking in the shadows. A psychopath. Watching her. Watching us. His threats torment her. And they make my black heart burn. But he should know, You don’t ever mess with me, or the people I love. JACK, is book one in the Kings of Mayhem MC Tennessee series. For readers 18+
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JACK

Five Years Ago

Everything changed the day before Thanksgiving.

It started the moment my brother surprised me by coming home from college for the holiday.

I was in the clubhouse with my Kings of Mayhem brothers playing pool and talking shit when he walked in, his duffle bag over his shoulder, his clean-cut face and short back and sides out of place in amongst the beards and long hair.

“Well, I’ll be goddamned,” I said, walking over and pulling him into a warm embrace.

Cooper was more of a son than a brother. We shared the same mother, a mountain girl by the name of Petal, who got swept away by the desolate tides of poverty and addiction and drowned in the bottom of a whiskey bottle by the time she was thirty-three.

I was just eighteen years old and a father to two-year-old twin boys when she dropped Cooper on my doorstep and told me she didn’t want him anymore. He was just three years old and severely undernourished, a sweet kid in dirty clothes and no shoes.

Thirteen years earlier, she had abandoned me to my father the same way when I was only five years old. But this time, she didn’t know who the father was, and if I didn’t take him, the foster system would have to. And I wasn’t going to let any of my kin end up there.

He was lucky.

He was too young to remember her.

Unfortunately, I could.

Despite the strain on our already threadbare wallet, my wife, Rosanna, and I made it work. Our little house busted at the seams with children and bills, especially after the arrival of our daughter, Hope. Suppertime was raucous, and mornings were a nightmare with four kids to send off to school, but it was a happy household full of love and laughter, and the kind of warmth that made you feel secure and loved.

Seeing him home for the holidays was like a breath of fucking fresh air.

“You came here before stopping home to Rosanna? Boy, you got some kind of death wish? You know she’s going to sing like a banshee about that ‘til your ears bleed.”

“The clubhouse was on the way.” He shrugged, and I pulled him in for another embrace.

“It’s good to see you, buddy.”

We sat at one of the booths near the jukebox. Across the room, a dancer from our strip club, Candy Town, was working on her dance routine to Metallica’s “Sad But True,” twirling her lithe, muscular body around the pole using moves created solely to drive a man to sin. From the bar, two of my Kings of Mayhem brothers, Ghoul and Dakota Joe, watched on, impressed.

Cooper looked around the club as he sat.

He was a good-looking kid. At nineteen, he was a respectable six foot with a strong muscular body born from years of football training. We shared the same navy-blue eyes and slight cleft in a strong chin. But that was where the similarities ended. My hair was a nut-brown mess hanging past my shoulders while his was bright blond and shiny clean.

The girl twirling on the pole had her eyes fixed on him, but he didn’t pay her any mind. He didn’t pay any girl any attention.

“So how long you in town?”

“Just for the weekend. Thought I could hang out for a bit. Go fishing with the twins.”

“Everything okay?” Despite his smile, he seemed to be wrestling with something.

“Does something have to be wrong for me to come home for the holidays?”

“No. But I know you, kid. Guess it has something to do with that whole raising you from three years old thing.” I cocked an eyebrow at him. “If you need someone to talk to, I’ve got a set of ears.”

His smile faded.

Yep.

He had something on his mind.

But he changed the subject.

“Clubhouse is looking good,” he said, looking around the bar.

Our clubhouse was an abandoned hotel on the outskirts of town. Back in the 1920s, it was where the rich and social elite came to stay on the river. But when the economy collapsed and Flintlock lost its shine, the guests stopped visiting, and the resort fell into decline.

The old building was still rundown in places, but we’d managed to repair and repaint it over the years without destroying its days-gone-by charm.

It was the perfect mix of old and new. And with more than twenty luxury rooms, as they once advertised in the newspapers, we had plenty of space to accommodate our growing club.

Not that we all lived onsite.

The clubhouse was for my single brothers.

It definitely wasn’t the place to raise a family and keep an old lady.

The two club girls making out on Ghoul’s lap were a testament to the kind of debauchery that could take place here.

Rosanna and I still had our little home a few miles away, but if club business kept me late, or I had too much moonshine to get home safe, I had my own room.

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