Raven Peace

I’m a voyeur—it means I like to watch. And in my line of work, that’s a gift. As one of the four owners of the Salacious Players’ Club, I’m comfortable on the sidelines. This is what I was made to do, and I work better alone. Until the day I stumble on a certain cam girl app and find myself watching the one person I should never have watched—my stepsister. There are three big problems with this. One, Mia and I can’t stand each other. Two, she has no idea I’m the man on the other end of the video. And three…I’m hooked—on the app and on her.

Three months on a private island. Two men. One million dollars. All I have to do is tame Nash Wilde. It’s been two years since my sister and her boyfriend were killed in a plane crash. The last person I expected to show up on my doorstep was his father, Alistair Wilde. Yet, he came with an offer I’d be an idiot to pass up: be his son’s girlfriend for three months, live with the two of them in a remote house, and the one million dollars is mine.

Broken down, and wounded by my emotionally neglectful ex, I wanted someone to tell me I was good enough. Then, I stumbled into a new job with a boss who brought me to my knees - literally. He has me do things a real secretary would never do. Emerson Grant tells me I’m more than just good enough. I’m worthy of his praise. There are a million reasons why I should stay away. The owner of the Salacious Players’ Club is not just my new boss - he’s twice my age. And my ex-boyfriend’s father....I’m a good girl, but I’m falling for the wrong man.

My name is Alana Montoya. My husband is the King of L.A. And I am his Queen. I never asked for this life, but now that it’s mine, I will fight for it with every breath in my body. Our love is fire and fury, burning brighter than the heat of a thousand suns. But when secrets and betrayal threaten our chance at happiness, will the flames be enough to vanquish our enemies, and destroy our doubts and fears? Or will the ashes and embers of what we once had be all that remains? A war is coming to L.A, and when it is over, only one side will be left standing.

In a few breathless moments, I will be Mrs Alejandro Montoya. He is the King of L.A. and everything a woman could want. Handsome, powerful, rich, and hotter than hell itself. But I am not just any woman. I am Alana Carmichael and I’m only here to save my father. I will not bow to any king. This is no fairy tale. This is my nightmare.

Jessie Ryan is happier than she had ever imagined she could be. Although babymaking isn’t turning out to be quite as problem-free as she’d expected, with her hotter-than-hell husbands by her side, she knows they can overcome any obstacles in their way. Jessie should know better than anyone how that kind of true happiness never lasts because pasts like hers just refuse to stay buried. With people from both Jessie’s and the Ryan brothers’ history determined to steal the happiness they’ve worked so hard for, they must work together more than ever to ensure that nobody tears them apart.

With the head of the Bratva determined to take back his daughter, and one of the brothers missing, Jessie and the brothers must act fast to bring him home alive. Still reeling from the revelations surrounding her family’s true history, Jessie is determined to uncover the truth. And when she can’t get answers from the man who claims to be her father, she must make a new ally of an old enemy. But when her true destiny is revealed, she is once again forced to choose between her new family and her old one.

Jessie Heaton is in a world of trouble. She abandoned the safety of the Ryan brothers' penthouse on the word of a man whom she no longer knows. Alone and afraid, she struggles to determine who is an enemy and who is an ally. With the ruthless Ryan brothers convinced that she has betrayed them, and desperate to hunt her down no matter what the costs, she has nowhere left to turn. When she no longer trusts herself to decipher the truth, Jessie does what she does best: run.

I want to run a sex empire and be taken seriously in the old boys' club that is the business world. I want to be the poster child, not the plaything. So, I stay polished. Tasteful. Beyond reproach. Until Anton Wolff joins Alchemy. He's the UK's most charismatic billionaire, and he's looking for a club that's as discreet as it is debauched. As classy as it is carnal. I think I've seen it all—until he shares what he desires from his Alchemy experience. And what he desires, above all else, is me. I think I'm afraid of the Big, Bad Wolff.

I cultivated my shamelessness. I wore it as a badge of honor at my convent school, and I've been turning it into an art form at Alchemy, the club whose social media I manage. My boss, though? He's the most proper person I've ever met. No one would peg him as the finance director of a sex club. (I mean, no one's pegging him at all, which is probably his problem. #justsayin) I get it. He's a widower, single-parenting two little girls while holding down a massive job. He needs an outlet, something just for him.