My father sold my silence to the devil. Then the devil learned to listen.
Dominic Valenti married me for one reason: a deaf wife could never overhear his secrets.
To him, I was a signature. A silent asset. The final piece of a deal between two criminal empires.
He never expected me to understand everything.
I read the lies on their lips. I remember every hand that hurt me. And when someone inside Dominic’s house begins using my silence against me, I have no way to expose him.
Until Dominic starts paying attention.
Trusting Dominic could cost me the last thing I still own: myself.
But the men who preyed on my silence made one fatal mistake.
They forgot I was watching.
She inherited a throne built to break women. He was the weapon bound to keep her alive.
Alessia Ferraro was never meant to rule. She was raised to be quiet, obedient, and useful to the men who carried her name.
Then her brother is murdered.
Before dawn, Alessia has hidden his body, scrubbed his blood from the marble, and put the Ferraro ring on her own hand. By morning, she is lying to an empire.
The old blood law allows a woman to inherit. Tradition has spent generations making sure she never survives it.
Dante Velaro is the last man she should trust. A Ghost. A professional killer. A debt sealed in blood. He needs a reigning Ferraro to unlock the one thing he has hunted for eight years, which means Alessia must survive long enough to become sovereign.
To keep the Crown, Alessia must become dangerous enough to rule the men waiting for her to fail. To keep her, Dante may have to become something far more ruinous than a weapon.
The Circle expects a pawn.
They’re about to meet a queen.
A full-length, dual-POV dark mafia romance featuring forced proximity, slow-burn obsession, a possessive protector, touch-her-and-die devotion, explicit heat, and an earned HEA.
No cliffhanger.
She woke to cold water on bare skin and hands she didn’t recognize. She was naked beneath sheets that weren’t hers, burning with fever, in a room she had never seen.
Her husband sent killers into the forest. They found the wrong man standing over her.
Victoria Alcott built an empire from nothing.
Then she discovered her husband had been stealing it one forged signature at a time.
His answer was three men, two knives, and a shallow grave waiting beyond the trees.
Bleeding and hunted, Victoria is found by Roman, a silent stranger with a violent past and hands steady enough to keep her alive. He commands. She resists. But as the search closes around his isolated cabin, his body becomes the only shelter she trusts.
Roman has spent years disappearing.
Victoria makes him want to be found.
To reclaim her company, she must return to the city and face the man who ordered her death. But leaving the forest means leaving Roman, and every brutal, forbidden touch makes that choice harder.
Because Roman does not want her gratitude.
He wants her surrender.
And anyone who comes to finish the job will have to survive him first.
She inherited a dead man's file. He was sent to make sure she didn't become one.
Investigative journalist Ellie Brennan has a target on her back that grows larger with every name she uncovers. The man tasked with keeping her alive operates in silence, in shadows, and with the kind of precision that suggests he was built for violence long before he was pointed at her.
A conspiracy that reaches into the foundations of American power. And the slow, devastating collapse of every wall between a man who was taught that control is survival and a woman who makes him want to surrender every piece of it.
He held the line. She became the reason he crossed it.
