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Cathedral
by Addison Cain

The Dominator Books
(The Dominator #1,2,3)
by D.D. Prince

Distrust
(Smirnov Bratva #1)
by T.L. Smith

#Paranormal #Abuse #DarkRomance

#DarkRomance #BDSM #US #UK

#DarkRomance #Crime

I sold my soul to win her.

First to her devil of a father, then to the true devil himself. The price exacted nothing less than eternal fealty. A boon I’d gladly relinquish a thousand times over to possess the love of my dark Princess.

Though she may hate me. Though my desire chars my bones black. I will love her forever.

Virginal, devious, cruel, kind, she’s desperate for freedom. Used, wounded, coddled, and spoiled—the only immortal who can walk in the sun—will be mine.

So long as I can remove her father from his ancient throne and place something far worse upon that seat of power.

Publisher’s Note: Cathedral is a standalone novel in the Cradle of Darkness series featuring in an HEA. The horror prequel, Catacombs, will enrich the experience of this book but is not necessary.

The Dominator Boxed Set. Three dark mafia romance novels with alpha book boyfriends Tommy Ferrano and Dario Ferrano.

This boxed set includes the following novels:

-The Dominator
-Truth or Dare; The Dominator II
-Unbound; The Dominator III

Book 1:
Meet Tommy Ferrano, our anti-hero who got gifted Tia, our heroine. He's dark, dangerous, and absolutely gorgeous. He has three rules.
1: Obey me
2: Keep your mouth shut about me
Rule three gives Tia a glimpse into Tommy's dark and depraved side. Will she submit to survive? Will love change them both?

Book Two:
Tommy's brother, Dario, is gifted a broken slave. He has to rescue her and plans to set her free. But plans go awry, don't they? Besides, she wants Dare to be her Master...

Book Three, Unbound:

MORE Tommy. MORE Dare. More domination!
The Ferrano boys dominate their women, their enemies, and their inner demons. An explosive story that ties up a whole lot of loose ends.

She was a ghost, in heels.

She was there, then she wasn’t.

She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar.

Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her.

Maybe she wasn’t a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was near.

Her lips were shaped like a heart, deceiving you at every word.

Her body was created straight from my fantasies, one I craved to bend to my will.

Her heart, well, who the hell knew. She kept that shit locked tight.

And I couldn’t find the key.