RUIN ME

Three addictive dark romances of obsession, temptation, and desire.

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WICKED AS LIES
Wicked Lovers: Soldiers for Hire
He wants her…and he’s past caring she’s the enemy.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "The perfect blend of suspense, intrigue and fantastic characters and will keep you hanging on to the edge of your seat..." - Goodreads Reviewer

MORE THAN DARE YOU
Reed Family Reckoning
I dared her to spend a hot, no-strings night with me. Now I’m determined to keep her forever.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "...a sexy, can’t-put-this-book-down page-turner." - Reading in the Red Room

SEDUCING THE STRANGER
Forbidden Confessions: First Time
When he vows he won't be gentle, I beg him to do his worst.

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ "…stunning read with a drool-worthy hero..." - Goodreads Reviewer

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Contains: Wicked as Lies, More Than Dare You, Seducing the Stranger
Formats: Signed Collectors Hardcover
Word Count: 180k
Page Count: 558 pages
Prior Reading Necessary? No
Tropes: Alpha Hero, Bad Boy/Good Girl, Danger, Dominant Hero, Forbidden Love, Forced Proximity, Friends to Lovers, Insta-love, Military/Former Military, One-night Stand, Protector, Security Team, Single Mom/Dad, Suspense, Temporary Fling, Workplace Romance

💔 Inside SEDUCING THE STRANGER 💔

The tall man with the dark beard and even darker eyes striding into the swanky hotel bar might be the most gorgeous man I’ve ever laid eyes on.

Oh, dear god.

I sit up a little straighter in my barstool and cast a sidelong stare as the stranger stops six feet from me. He motions the bartender for a beer, then slams his hands on the bar and hangs his head. I can’t help but notice his hands—big and bronzed with pronounced veins running from hair-roughened forearms to blunt knuckles. Long fingers taper to clean, brutally short nails.

I shiver. I’m in lust. I have a thing for hands, and his are the stuff out of my fantasies.
Though his head is down, nothing about him seems despondent. But he’s feeling something… Frustrated? Exasperated?

Finally, he raises his head and stares straight ahead. I glimpse his expression in the massive mirror over the bar. He’s incredibly, blazingly angry. The raw fury in his eyes should scare me.

Perversely, I’m even more aroused. Or maybe that’s just his effect on me.

Suddenly, he shifts his stare. Our gazes meet in the mirror. My heart pounds. I should look away, let him have privacy to deal with his problems. But I can’t.

He turns his head, eyes narrowed. The attention falls on me. My breath catches. I’m wet.

Has any man ever affected me like this?

Never. Not once.

And I’m loving every moment I spend pinned under his stare.

“What?” His voice is as rough and merciless as his expression.

“Are you okay?”
He doesn’t answer for a long moment. I’m convinced he’s going to blow me off. Just like I’m sure the zing of attraction is completely one-sided.

Finally, he growls, “What’s your name?”

I swallow. “Calla.”

His gaze dips to my nearly empty tumbler. “What are you drinking, Calla?”

“Amaretto.”

Just then, the bartender sets a frosty mug of some dark, imported beer in front of the gorgeous stranger. I realize then he never told me his name.

“Get her another,” he tells the bartender.

I should refuse. I came off the plane from LA three hours ago, and I still haven’t eaten lunch. I should find something to fill my stomach before I drink more. But if this shiver-worthy stranger is buying me a drink, I’m going to smile at him, partake, and stare my fill.

“Thank you,” I murmur.

When the bartender steps away to mix my cocktail, the gorgeous man cocks his head.

“Has anyone ever made you furious beyond words?”

I consider his question. While I had a college roommate who came close once… “No.”

“So you don’t have any advice?” He gulps half his beer, giving no hint that he’s actually enjoying it on the way down.

“Other than to say it’s not smart to try drowning anger in booze, no.”

He grunts before he downs more of his brew. “I should have guessed you’ve never been that angry. You’ve got a halo.”

“What does that mean?”

“The overhead lights reflect off all your shiny blond hair. When I walked in the door, it was the first thing I noticed. Makes you look like you have a halo.” His eyes narrow again.

“You’ve got an angelic face to match.”

Is that a compliment or a sneer?

The bartender sets my fresh drink beside the empty one, then sweeps the first tumbler away before he disappears into a back room, leaving me alone with the surly stranger.

“I’m no angel,” I argue.

He raises an inky black brow and studies me so intently I have to struggle not to squirm under his gaze. “You’re under twenty-five. You have a steady job. Your apartment is somewhere between clean and spotless. You’ve probably never had more than a parking ticket. And”—he leans in, dark eyes drilling down through mine as if he can read my mind or see into my soul—“I’ll bet you’ve had fewer than five lovers. You’ve definitely never had a one-night stand. Where I come from, that makes you an angel.”

My mouth hangs open. How did he guess so much about me? “What makes you think that?”

“More than fifteen years in law enforcement. You get good at reading people. You going to try convincing me I’m wrong?”

“This isn’t about me.” I clear my throat. “I’m sorry if I butted in. I saw you were angry, and I asked if you were okay. If you don’t want anyone to care, then I won’t.”

Finally, he slides onto the stool next to mine and polishes off his beer. The heat of his thigh close to mine makes it hard to focus on anything except him.

“I didn’t say that, angel. I’m just looking for a way to deal with my anger since I can’t beat the hell out of my dad for being a stubborn asshole.”

“I get that. I know I told you that drinking your anger away wouldn’t work, but I’m basically trying to do the same. My mom is…an idiot.”

He barks out a laugh. It comes with an expression that’s not precisely a smile. Still, it makes him even more stunning. I’m even more drawn to him.

“So I’m furious, and you’re…disappointed, I’m guessing. If drinking doesn’t work, what’s our next best option?”

“What would you normally do to purge anger?”

“Hit the gym. But I’m only in town for thirty-six hours, so I didn’t bring my gym clothes. What about you?”

“I’m only in town until Sunday morning, too.”

“No, I mean what do you do to get rid of your anger?”

“I try to meditate.” But I’m not very good at it.

He snorts. “Yeah, that’s not for me.”

“I sometimes drink chamomile tea or watch a comedy.”

Two more things I can’t picture him doing.

He shakes his head. “I have to figure out how not to be incredibly pissed—at least enough to act civil—by tomorrow afternoon.”

“Can you really stay angry that long?”

“I have a slow, hot fuse. It takes a lot to set me off, but once I’m there… I just came from seeing my dad. I already know I’m going to be pissed for a while.” He sighs. “I don’t even know why I came to Vegas. He called, and I thought I could save him. I’m a dumb ass.”

“I’m in a relatively similar situation. My mom is so irresponsible and impulsive. She makes the same mistake over and over. Like now.”

“And you’re here to stop her?”

I shake my head. “It’s too late for that.”

“My dad’s idiocy is something new. I’m not a fan.” He taps his thumb on the bar. “I have to figure out how to deal quickly. But we’ve ruled out booze, workouts, tea, and TV. Any other suggestions? I’ve only got one, and I doubt you want to hear it, angel.”

The low note in his voice makes my breath catch. His suggestion is probably the same one screaming fire through my head.

“Tell me,” I murmur.

He stares at me with black eyes. The moment seems frozen. The overhead speakers pipe down the vaguely familiar strains of a rock guitar riff that’s both soft and provocative.

“Sex.”

I swallow. My heart pounds. I feel myself blush. Would I have it with him? If he asked, that is. I’m still not one-hundred percent sure he’s interested. But I’m attracted to him. Very.

Deeply. Utterly.

Whatever the gorgeous stranger’s name is, he’s right. I’ve had a handful of boyfriends, most thoroughly underwhelming. I put romance on the backburner to focus on my career these past few years. I haven’t had sex in longer than I’d like to remember. And I’ve never had a one-night stand.

I’m suddenly eager to make an exception for him.

“Yes.”

He peers at me. “Yes…that’s a reasonable suggestion? Or yes, you’d sex with me?”

I gulp down half my drink and go for broke. “Both.”

He doesn’t immediately jump to his feet and hustle me out of the bar. “Why?”

“It’s”—I shrug—“a feeling. That I should. That I’ll regret missing out on you if I don’t. But you may not have meant me at all, so—”

“I did.” He leans closer, and I can’t stop staring at his glittering dark eyes or ridiculously long lashes. For a man, he’s beautiful. “I wanted you the instant I walked into the room.”

My breath catches in my chest. “Same.”

“Are you staying in this hotel?”

Am I going to be intimate with a man whose name I don’t even know?

Yes, I really am. Me, the girl who’s never done anything impulsive? I’m going to live on the edge for once.

“No. My mother is. I’m down the Strip.”

“I’m upstairs if you’re really game, Calla. But one thing.”

“What?”

“I’m not a gentle man, even on a good day. And, Calla, this isn’t a good day.”

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