T. Schaffer

It was supposed to be a one-time weekend at a haunted hotel—a wild, carefree bachelorette party for her sister. But for Emery, it became much more. She kept coming back, drawn to him. From the moment their souls brushed against each other, Emery felt a connection that defied reason. Every encounter was a whirlwind of passion, leaving her questioning the line between dreams and reality. She was falling for a man who appeared only in her dreams...but who felt all too real.

When you live in Hell, you're bound to get burned...I just never expected this kind of torment. And the one man who I thought I could trust in all of this is my worst abuser. Torben rejected me the moment we stepped foot into this ashen hellhole. He does their bidding by throwing me into deadly trials that are bound to break me. Sometimes he protects me from the brunt of it…and sometimes I think he wants me dead as much as they do. But I won't give them the satisfaction. Because I didn't come to Hell to die. I came to survive.

No one could pronounce Aoife's name. No one until Finn, and when he said it, he savored the syllables, savored it as though he was tasting it, tasting her. Her name fell from his lips like a promise, a prayer. With each kiss, his claim on her deepened until she could resist him no more. She was his. In the eyes of his family and in the eyes of the law, but in Finn's world, that provided protection but also danger. Where the Irish Mob is concerned, the two run hand in hand, after all.

When a man like Finn O'Grady wants something, no one, not even God, will deny him his desires. Finn has wanted Aoife since the first time he heard her name because he's a sucker for all things Irish. Then, he saw her photo, and he had to have her. In his world, a man like him is never denied, and Finn knows it will be no different where she's concerned. He'll have her in his bed, he'll make her want him, and when he's done, that's it. Game over.