Don’t say it unless you mean it… It’s a simple concept, one I’ve said time and again, but something people don’t seem to comprehend. You should choose every syllable carefully, because you never know when somebody will hold you to your word. Somebody like me. I’m not a good man. I’m not. I know. I have enough darkness inside of me to rid the world of every stitch of light. But there’s one I could never harm, one light I couldn’t bring myself to snuff out.
Karissa. She thinks I’m a monster, and maybe I am. I taunt her with my touch, get a thrill out of torturing her soul. But I’m not the only one. The world is full of monsters, and I’m not the most dangerous one out there. Not even close…
God help me, I love her. I do.
And God help anyone who tries to take her from me.
Ignazio Vitale is not a good man. I suspect it, the first time I see him, sense the air of danger that surrounds the man. He has a way of commanding attention, of taking control, of knowing what I’m thinking before I even do. It’s alarming and alluring. It’s dark and deadly. It’s everything I’ve ever wanted but the last thing I truly need. Obsession. It doesn’t take him long to draw me into his web, charming me into his bed and trapping me in his life, a life I know nothing about until it’s too late. He has secrets, secrets I can’t fathom, secrets that make it so I can’t walk away, no matter how much I beg him to let me go. I see it sometimes in his eyes, a darkness that’s both terrifying and thrilling. He’s a monster, wrapped up in a pretty package, and what I find when I unmask him changes everything.
I want to hate him. Sometimes, I do. But it doesn’t stop me from loving him, too.
The last place Christopher Jacobs, aka X, thought he’d find himself was behind bars. Ten years later, the boy he used to be is gone. In his place is the shell of a man with murder under his belt. Any emotion he once had was left under the gavel when he was given life in prison. That is until the new nurse in the infirmary joins the block.
They call me Rage. My real name is like a shadow, always close behind, but never quite able to catch up to me. I fly under the radar because no one ever suspects I’m capable of the kind of brutal violence I commit each and every day. You see, I’m a girl. I’m nineteen. And I’m a killer.
Homeless, sleeping in a junkyard, and on the run from a system that has failed her over and over again, Abby meets Jake, a tattooed blue-eyed biker with secrets that rival her own. Two broken souls that can’t be healed, they can’t be saved. Abby and Jake have to decide if they can accept the darkness not only within one another, but within themselves.
Lexi è single, ha tanti amici ed è appassionata del suo lavoro. Vive da sola e non cerca l’amore né il sesso. Ma un giorno appare uno strano tipo che la segue e la osserva con insistenza. La cosa si ripete nelle settimane seguenti, fino a diventare un pedinamento continuo. Lexi dovrebbe essere intimidita e aver paura, tante attenzioni da parte di uno sconosciuto dovrebbero allarmarla, e invece quando sente di avere quegli occhi puntati addosso si eccita e quando ne percepisce l’assenza si sente abbandonata. Una sera Lexi viene aggredita per strada, ma il suo ammiratore misterioso, che è lì vicino, la salva. Da quel momento comincia ad andare da lei di notte, e la passione rovente si impossessa di entrambi.