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The fourth book in the Outlaw Sons MC series is out, and I’m so thrilled!

Lash is the most easy-going, Stiff is living each day like it’s his last, and Jackal is cool under pressure and loyal to a fault—to the club, to Dakota and to Logan, the little boy she’s become mother to.

And when Dakota is chased by criminals, dirty cops and a murderer, the only ones she can trust are the dangerous bikers who have fallen head over heels for her and become Logan’s heroes after they rescued him.

It’s action packed, sexy and full of love!

I’ve come to love my boys in the Outlaw Sons as much as I do the ones in the Screaming Eagles, and I love seeing the club develop as we move forwards, whether we’re getting to know Hector behind the bar at the Burnout better, or the tension between Hellfire and Grimm develop. But if you haven’t read the earlier books, don’t worry, since they’re all standalone stories and can be read in any order.

How about a little teaser?


Lash

For a moment I stand there, listening. To my right, something thunks against a rusty garbage container, followed by a soft, unhappy noise, like an injured kitten. I splay my hand out at my side, quietly indicating to my friends to wait. I take another step forwards and spot the toe of a tiny sneaker. Shit.

I crouch down low. “It’s alright. I know I might look a little scary, but nobody’s going to hurt you.”

Slowly, a second shoe joins the first, and then a small, dirty face pokes around the side of the container. A boy who can’t be older than four or five is staring at me with wide eyes and messy brown hair. “Are you one of the motorcycle men?” he whispers.

I want to laugh, but I can tell it’s taking every ounce of courage he has to not crawl back into his hiding spot. “Yeah, I guess I am. Where’s your mom, kiddo?”

He crouches down a couple feet in front of me, mimicking my posture, but he hides his face behind his knees. He’s only wearing a thin hoodie with a cartoon dog on the front, and on his back is a small plastic backpack with the same dog. “Work,” he mumbles into his legs.

“Does she know where you are?”
His head shakes in a tiny, silent ‘no’, and he shuffles a little closer without looking up.

Other than freaked out and a little dirty, he looks like someone’s been taking care of him. His clothes aren’t anything fancy, but they fit and they aren’t falling apart, and he doesn’t have the hollow, desperate look of a kid who doesn’t know where their next meal is coming from. Someone is going to be looking for this kid if they aren’t already.

I put out my hand, and he lets me tug him to my side. “Come on, let’s figure out what to do with you, okay?” I slip off my cut and wrap it around him, backpack and all.

He lets out a little sigh at the added warmth and looks up. “Aunt Georgia said to find you.”

“She did, huh? Where’s your Aunt, buddy?”

“She said—she said you only look scary.” A tear rolls down his cheek, and he rubs at it with his fist. “But I’m not supposed to talk to strangers.”

We can be plenty scary, but I don’t correct him. There’s a lot of people that have good reason to fear us, but this kid isn’t one of them. “That’s a good rule. I’m Lash. What’s your name?”

“L—Logan.”

“There you go. Now we’re not strangers.” I can tell from his squint that even at his age he doesn’t quite buy my logic, but he’s cold, scared, and for some reason, someone he knows told him to trust us. “I’m going to pick you up, okay? And take you somewhere warm so we can keep you safe until we can get you back to your family.”

He nods.

I stand up, and when I reach down, he holds up his arms and lets me swing him up against my chest. Awkwardly, I hold him up with one arm under his butt and the other wrapped around his back. His scrawny arms go around my neck. I know kids are pretty resilient or they’d never make it through half the shit they get up to, but he feels so small in my arms that I’m afraid I’ll break him without meaning to. Jackal and Stiff look about as confused as I feel as I carry Logan out of the alley.

“Guys, this is Logan. Logan, these are my friends, Stiff and Jackal.”

Logan buries his face in my shirt, hiding.

“Is there a lost and found for kids?” Stiff asks.

Jackal grunts. “Yeah, the cops. You want to make that call?”

It feels like he’s my responsibility, but I’m a little out of my depth here. “Maybe we could drop him off at a daycare? They’d know what to do, right?”

That gets Logan’s attention. He twists in my arms, panicking. “No! She said stay with you! You said you’d help!”

“Hey, relax little man. We won’t let anything happen to you,” Jackal reassures him.

We can’t just stand around on the sidewalk with a kid. “We’ll take him to the club. He said his aunt told him to find us but it looks like he got scared and hid. Maybe one of the guys has a girlfriend and there’s been a mixup or something. We're grown fucking men. We can handle a kid for an hour or whatever." I adjust Logan so I can point towards the club. “You see down there? That’s where we live. Want to go see a motorcycle?”

For the first time, curiosity overwhelms his fear and he almost smiles. Logan nods. He leans in and whispers in my ear, “Why are your names weird?”

I stifle a laugh. "It's a motorcycle man thing."

After thinking about it for a second, he nods, like that made total sense.

🎄 It’s time to head home for the holidays!

My new holiday romance, Four for Christmas: A Holiday Reverse Harem Romance, is packed with cozy holiday vibes, festive dates, and four irresistible men.

Things aren’t all candy canes and rainbows though, because there are two pairs of brothers—one naughty, one nice—and they expect our heroine to choose.

🎅🎅 What’s a girl to do when four sexy Santas all want her? 🎅🎅

I hope you have as much fun reading this one as I did writing it! Get ready for a romance full of sugar, spice, and plenty of holiday heat.


This Christmas, the forecast calls for two pairs of hot brothers and zero chill.

I’ve been single all year, but apparently the North Pole delivers in bulk, because now I have more men than I can unwrap.

It all starts when I volunteer to play Mrs. Claus for a charity event, and not one, but four Santas show up, each one looking like he belongs on a romance novel cover. When the “extras” put on helper costumes instead of bulky red suits, I discover there’s nothing miniature about these elves.

Nick and Rudy Frost have smiles that could thaw the Grinch’s heart. Think broad chests, soft sweaters, and kisses warm as cocoa. They’re the kind of men who make the season feel magical.

Jasper and Felix Winter are hotter, edgier, and a little dangerous. Being near them is like standing too close to a fire—you know you should step back, but you can’t bring yourself to move.

It would all be a dream come true … if they didn't expect me to choose. I’ve never been good at picking just one cookie off the tray.

But tension is rising as fast as my heart rate, and the men are starting to get their tinsel in a tangle. When a playful snowball fight escalates into a full-on brawl, the four of them wrestling in the snow, I know I have to do something, even though I'd sooner cancel Christmas than let any of them go.

But the holiday season is about sharing, caring, and maybe a little daring … and if Santa can visit every house in one night, I don’t see why there isn't room for everyone on the nice and naughty list.

Get your copy of Four for Christmas: A Holiday Reverse Harem Romance for a sweet and spicy holiday treat!

In Taken by the Wolves, Scarlet arrives in Braysville to purchase lumber for her furniture business, but fate has other plans. Attacked and dragged into the eerie depths of Blackwood Forest, she’s saved by wolves and taken to a remote cabin under the care of three dangerously beautiful brothers.
But they’re no ordinary men.
Secrets stir in the trees. Old magic awakens.
And love? Love doesn’t just bite. It claims.
✨ Three fiercely protective wolf shifters
🔥 One stubborn, fiery heroine
🍼 A baby with an impossible origin
🌕 A mate bond that changes everything
This isn't the fairytale you remember. It's darker. Wilder. And far more forbidden.
Are you ready to be claimed?
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Greetings! I'm pleased to announce that Fostering Chemistry is live today.

As you know, a lot of my books are about found family, where the characters choose who they want to spend the rest of their lives with. This one is a little different because all of the main characters grew up in the foster care system, and most of them arrived at college without much in the way of family, so they really need each other.

Found family and forced proximity—two of my favorite things to write about! Hope you enjoy the story of Mia, Aaron, Cody, and Diego!

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He was my dirty little secret, but now he’s my new roommate—along with two other tempting men.

Moving into Baylor House—free university housing for former foster kids like me—is supposed to be a fresh start with others who’ve faced the same challenges. The only problem? The hot-as-hell residential advisor is the man I made out with at a wild costume party last week.
Diego doesn’t recognize me, but I remember the hunger in his kiss and the possessive glide of his hands over my body. I should be focused on my classes, not bracing for the moment he puts it together. And he’s not the only one of my new roommates who drives me to delicious distraction.



Aaron is gorgeous, confident, and every time he’s near, I forget how to breathe. He flirts like it’s a game, but the heat in his eyes tells me he’s not playing.



Cody
is guarded and quiet, but his touch speaks volumes. There’s a lot I don’t know about the talented musician, but I’m dying to find out.



And Diego
is supposed to keep us in line, but he bends his own rules for me. Our first kiss was reckless, but his cocky grin makes me crave more. 



These men teach me things about pleasure I never even imagined. Our chemistry is off the charts, but old wounds don’t heal overnight. For the first time in my life, I feel like I might truly belong somewhere—but trusting it enough to build a future together could be the hardest lesson of all.

It’s been a long time since the last Screaming Eagles book, but I just couldn’t wait any longer. When Eagle-eye informs you that it’s time for a new book, you listen, because you always want to stay on Eagle-eye’s good side!

So, I’m excited to present Mile High With the Bikers, book ten in the ever-expanding Screaming Eagles MC universe, and I hope you’ll enjoy it as much as I did writing it.

This time, it’s Bull, Diesel and Shrapnel’s turns to meet the woman they don’t know they’ll fall in love with yet, but that they’re willing to die for by the end. And I pity anyone who dares to mess with her. #touchheranddie

As always, this book is a standalone story that can be enjoyed without having read all the other ones, but there’ll be plenty of familiar characters making appearances, so if you find yourself curious about those, there are plenty of books to choose from for their stories. And if you’ve read all of the first nine, welcome home to the Screaming Eagles MC clubhouse!

Rory has grown up in a gilded cage of a life, surrounded by luxury, but devoid of freedom. When she suddenly gets an opportunity to do something wild with three very sexy, very hung, very handsome members of the Screaming Eagles MC, she grabs that opportunity with both hands and whatever other body parts she can get involved.

Cue strip poker, a wild introduction to the Mile High club, a hijacking, an in-flight brawl, gunshots and a plane crash, and we’ve barely even started our story!

At the Screaming Eagles compound, Rory finds all the love, family and loyalty that she never knew in her old life. Which is all well and good, until it turns out that she knows more than she lets on, that there are some very dangerous people who are after her because of it, and that the only people she truly can trust in the end are her big, sexy bikers and the motorcycle club that backs them.

So hang onto your seats for another over-the-top biker romance, packed with wild adventure, panty-melting spice, and three big, roguish, fantasy-inducing bikers who will break every law in the book if it means that the lucky woman they’ve fallen for is made safe.

And as always, a happily ever after is the only acceptable ending!

How about a little sample?

Bull

"So is the mile high club a real thing?" I ask her.

"I... don't know? I guess?" Rory scans her cards briefly, exchanges one, then puts them down. "I mean, lots of planes like this have bedrooms, right? If you think about how many planes fly every single day, I bet it’s not that unusual."

"And you’ve never snuck in a test run?" Even after drawing three, all I've got is a pair of fives. That's not gonna get me anywhere. I toss them to join Diesel's. "Fold."

Her eyes open wide at my suggestion. She's so fucking cute, the way her fair skin flushes so quickly when she’s shocked. "What? No way! Are you crazy?" The shock turns into a wild laugh that she covers with her hand, like it caught her completely off guard. "I can't even imagine—"

"I can." Shrapnel winks.

Diesel closes his eyes. “Imagining it right now, actually.”

I flick a card at him and he bats it away with a laugh.

“You guys are so bad. Call." Her tone is scolding, but she's struggling to hide her grin.

And yet she’s still sitting with us. I don't know her yet, but I know when a girl is enjoying our attention. She could've gotten up from this table at any time if she wanted to.

"You have no idea how fucking bad we can be." Shrapnel tosses his hand on the table, but he's looking right at her. A fucking pair of fours. If that wins...

"Well..." Rory’s smile is pure satisfaction. "I think I know a little bit at least." She giggles as she drops two pairs on the table, taking the hand again.

That's it, no more fucking around. "We're letting you win."

"Are not." She narrows her pretty eyes and tightens her jaw, her nostrils flaring just a little as she glares.

I think I hit a sore spot. Shit just got more interesting. “Are too,” I lie. “Just three big, bad bikers letting the pretty girl feel like she’s keeping up.” I grin obnoxiously, baiting her and loving the barely contained fury heating those cool eyes.

Oh, someone doesn’t like having her skill questioned. I think I'm gonna like this side of her.

Rory gathers the cards up, her glare never leaving my face. If her eyes could shoot sparks, my face would be charred. Without ever looking down, she shuffles, a perfect butterfly followed by a perfect bridge, making Diesel's eyes widen. She might be better at that than he is. Twice more, proving that it wasn't a fluke. "Then how about we up the stakes?"

I think I'm in love. "Name the game, angel."

She pauses a moment, then puts down two of the hundred dollar bills she got off the asshole up front. “How’s that for stakes?”

I just laugh at her. “How’s that higher stakes for you? Those just dropped into your pocket a minute ago. Try harder.”

That flare in her eyes only grows brighter. A moment of thought, and then she tips her chin up. “Yeah? Strip poker. If you’re just playing me then I bet you’ll love that. And if not…” She shrugs. “I still don’t think you’ll win.”

The room falls completely quiet except for the rumble of the jet engines outside. The gauntlet has been thrown down, and I really believe she thinks there’s no way we’ll take her up on that.

Diesel jumps at the bait. "You’re on."

"Fine by me." Shrapnel grins. "You want us naked, we'll oblige."

She blinks, like it didn’t quite occur to her that from our point of view, any amount of getting naked with her was a step in the right fucking direction.

I laugh. “If you’re that desperate to see how far this ink goes, who are we to stop you? Deal me in.”

Shocked or not, Rory is too competitive to back down. “Good. Yeah, good.” She passes out the cards, her movements quick and efficient. "Lowest hand, one piece of clothing?"

"Sounds good to me." Maybe there fucking is a God, because my hand comes up three kings, right off the bat.

With lowest hand losing, there's no reason to fold, so we're all in. I pull two cards that do nothing for me. She pulls three, so probably a pair. I don't even care what Shrapnel and Diesel pull. They don’t have shit I haven’t seen before. But Rory here? That’s a tight little package I wouldn’t mind seeing unwrapped.

Diesel puts down a pair of fives. Shrapnel's got nothing but an ace. He chuckles, knowing he might be the one to start stripping. I put my cards down and grin. "Three kings. I like the implication of that."

She rolls her eyes, then puts down an eight of hearts. A four of hearts, a ten, a three. Finally, the queen. Her eyes spark and her voice is music as she declares, "Hearts flush, queen high."

And here I thought my innuendo game was solid.

Shrapnel groans and shrugs off his cut.

The game is on.

Are you ready to rock? Consider this your backstage pass to meet Conal, Rafe, and Bron, the three gorgeous brothers at the core of the Black Pythons!

Surrounded by the Beasts ended with a big tease, and now you can find out what happened to Ember’s sister Hazel after a wild New Year’s Eve in Vegas. It turns out she was partying with the Pythons, and she wakes up the next day with a ring on her finger and no memory of how it got there … oh, and three sexy men in her bed!

Married to the Beasts takes you into a world of luxury with three bad boy brothers and their oversized carnal appetites.

Don’t be late to the concert!

Three rock gods. One accidental Vegas marriage. Zero chance I make it out with my heart intact.

New Year’s Eve in Sin City was supposed to be fun. Champagne, music, maybe a little bad decision-making. But waking up in a luxury suite—naked—with three of rock’s biggest heartbreakers wasn’t part of the plan.

Conal Curran, the wickedly charismatic frontman of the Black Pythons, is beside me, a sinfully sexy smirk on his lips… and a gold band on his finger that matches mine. His equally irresistible brothers, Rafe and Bron, are on my other side, looking every bit the devastating rock icons they are.

Known for their scores of platinum records and insatiable carnal appetites, the only thing bigger than the arenas they play is the size of their … “instruments.”

Apparently, I didn’t just party hard—I married the most notorious trio in the music industry.

The smart thing would be to get a quick annulment. Conal is a legendary womanizer, Rafe’s fingers are known for more than just shredding guitar solos, and Bron plays his drums like he does his women—fast, hard, and with no regrets.

They’re the ultimate temptation, but I’m no groupie. I’ve never even been with a man.

And yet … when I offer Conal an easy dissolution of our so-called marriage so he can continue nailing his hordes of eager fans, he refuses to let me go. And his brothers? They don’t believe in taking turns.

Rafe plays me like his favorite guitar, teasing and tormenting, making me scream and beg for more.

Bron is pure, unrelenting rhythm, dominating his drums like the world is ending—and me like it’s just beginning.

And Conal? He might be the most dangerous of them all—because beneath the rock-star swagger and panty-melting charm, he makes me feel something real.

Just when I start to believe this wild, reckless, impossible love story might actually work… I uncover the truth about why they put a ring on my finger.

Three rock legends are determined to make me theirs.

Now, I have to decide if I’m willing to bet my heart on the most dangerous gamble of all.

Are you ready to fall for eleven cowboys?

When it came time to write the final book in the Multiple Love series, I knew it had to be a big love story that didn’t hold back. I wanted something raw and real, bursting with heart, heat, and healing. Grace, who first appeared in 10 Inches as a woman longing for connection but repeatedly let down by the wrong men, never left my thoughts. She deserved better. Most of all, she deserved her own harem.
So I gave it to her.
I wrote 11 Cowboys for every reader who’s ever felt like they weren’t enough. For anyone who’s longed to be chosen, fully and without conditions. This is a book about finding home in the most unexpected place, writing your own rules, and learning to let yourself be completely, unapologetically loved.
Inside this book, you’ll find Tropes & Themes You’ll Love:
🌵 Protective Cowboys – Muscles, manners, and loyalty that runs deep
🌵 Huge Cowboy Pack – Eleven men, one woman - it’s a huge harem!
🌵 City Girl meets Small Town – The big-city journalist learns unexpected truths
🌵 Single dads/Found Family – Six kids, one dog, and more heart than they can hold
🌵 Ranch setting - It’s wild and beautiful
🌵 Country Chemistry – From polite strangers to panting need
🌵 Forced Proximity – A reporter embedded into ranch life
🌵 It’s hotter than a Texas Summer - Well, it’d be rude not to enjoy a roll in the hay, or two!
🌵 Grit, Grace & Growth – A heroine who blooms when she leaves the city
🌵 Happily Ever After – Because they’ve all earned it
Welcome to Cooper Hill Ranch.

The Outlaw Sons MC are back, rougher and sexier than ever!

This is the third book in the Property of Outlaw Sons MC series, but don’t worry if you missed the first book, since they’re all standalone, but in the same story universe.

—Dragon takes a step forward, putting himself close enough that I can smell the sharp forest scent of soap on his skin. “When a pretty girl dresses up and crashes one of our parties, every man in here is gonna assume she’s here for one thing,” he whispers right in my ear—

Willow, an innocent romance author who’s landed her first book deal has never actually… fully gotten there, if you know what I mean? Luckily, Skyhigh, Blackout and Dragon are three very experienced bikers who have taken on the task of teaching her everything she needs to know to write a spicy romance that’ll knock your socks off.

Everything else comes off as well, of course! 😉

But MC members lead dangerous lives, and what is fun and games in one moment turns into the kind of life-threatening danger that only her big, bad, possessive biker teachers can save her from. It’ll keep you at the edge of your seat, right up to the nerve-racking finale.

But of course there’s a happily ever after, just in case you were worried!

If you like hot spice with a dash of cuffs and a spreader bar, over-the-top action, and three roguish, deadly, panty-melting bikers who’ll burn down the world to keep their woman safe, then Outlaws’ Dirty Secret is just waiting for you.

How about a little introduction to the boys?


Willow

Before I can decide, three huge men vault over the fence from the property next door. They’ve been working on the house for the past week so it shouldn’t be a surprise that they’re shirtless, but my jaw still drops at being so close to the miles of tan skin and tattoos they’re showing off. All of them are scanning the yard, looking ready to bust heads and kick ass.

I’d probably appreciate the view a lot more if I wasn’t so focused on the potential murder victim in my backyard.

“What happened?” the tallest snaps like an order.

His long, dark hair is pulled back with a leather band, and a massive dragon tattoo spirals out around his torso, so detailed it looks ready to spit fire. He’s lean and strong, with sharp features and a pale scar cutting down his throat. It starts behind his left ear and looks like it's lucky it didn’t kill him.

I point in the direction of my gruesome find. “B—bones…”

“Bones?” A second man eyes me with bright blue eyes under a desert camo print baseball cap. His broad shoulders give him a perfect V-shape that narrows to his hard six-pack. Bands of black ink circle his arms and short, dark blond beard graces his square jaw. Worn jeans hug his muscular thighs as he moves to investigate closer, the faded outline of a wallet clear over his tight butt.

“Easy, girl,” the third man says in a deep, smooth baritone as he walks to my side. “Whatever you found hasn’t been a problem for anyone for a long, long time. Let Skyhigh and Dragon check it out. What’s your name, honey? Look at me.” His tone is gentle, but it’s used to being obeyed.

I look up into deep green eyes flecked with brown like moss on a forest floor. His reddish brown hair falls in short, wild curls, but there’s nothing boyish about him. Not with the black studs in his ears and the nose that looks like someone broke it long ago and he set it himself. But he’s striking. They all are, in that ‘this isn’t a good idea but it might be worth it anyway’ kind of way.

I rub my hand over the leg of my pants, still feeling the brittle dryness of the bone in my fingers. “Wi—Willow.”

“Pretty name for a pretty lady,” he says with a grin. “I’m Blackout.”

Blackout, Skyhigh and Dragon?

I’m excited to bring you a new release in my Double the Rom-Com series!

You’ll love Never Kiss Your Neighbors if you enjoy…

🩷 Steamy MFM Menage
One woman, two scorching hot men, zero need to choose.

🧡 Single Mom Romance
A strong, relatable heroine doing her best to juggle motherhood, real life, and the temptation of her way-too-hot neighbors.

🩷 Neighbor Romance
This story takes “love thy neighbor” to a whole new, steamy level—with awkward run-ins and towel-clad distractions.

🧡 Male Thirst Trap Content Creators
These guys make their living being professionally irresistible. Expect pecs, abs, and shameless flirting.

🩷 Romantic Comedy
You'll be grinning and laughing while you fan yourself.

🧡 Found Family
What starts as chaos next door becomes something deeper: comfort, connection, and a place where our heroine and her daughter finally feel seen, supported, and truly at home.

🩷 Why Choose Style Happily Ever After
If you believe a happily ever after can include more than one swoony hero, you’re in the right place.

Download your copy of Never Kiss Your Neighbors for the perfect balance of heat and heart.

Hey Reader!

It’s mafia time! The auctioned series has some new morally gray men to bring you to your knees! This book has everything I love about the genre—intense, brutal heroes who toe the line between dangerous and devastatingly irresistible, a fierce heroine who refuses to break, and a story filled with revenge, passion, and the kind of tension that will keep you turning pages late into the night.



Writing this book was a wild ride—because let’s be honest, morally gray men are the most fun to write (and to fall for 😏). The Venturi brothers are handsome, powerful, and completely unprepared for the storm that is Aemelia Lambretti. She’s not just their enemy’s daughter; she’s a survivor, a fighter, and the one person who might make them question everything they thought they knew about power and loyalty.

And while this story is darkish, intense, and at times downright sinful… I promise you a happily ever after. Because even in the darkest places, love can find a way. ❤️

✨ Tropes You’ll Love in This Book: ✨
🔥 Mafia Romance – Because danger makes everything hotter.
🔥 Enemies to Lovers – Sparks fly when hate turns to something much more sinful.
🔥 Possessive Alpha Heroes – These men don’t share (except with each other!), and they definitely don’t play fair.
🔥 Morally Gray Men – The Venturi brothers do bad things… but you’ll love them anyway.
🔥 Forced Proximity – She’s theirs now, whether she likes it or not.
🔥 Auction Romance – Sold to the highest bidder… the Venturi brothers will pay whatever it takes.
🔥 Virgin Romance – She was meant to be a prize, untouched and innocent. They’ll be the first—and the only—ones to claim her.
🔥 Age Gap Romance – She’s too young, too innocent for men like them. But that won’t stop them from making her theirs.
🔥 Touch Her & Die Vibes – If anyone else tries to take what’s theirs, it will end badly.
🔥 Found Family – The Venturis may be ruthless, but their loyalty is unbreakable.
🔥 Spicy & Forbidden – The kind of romance that will leave you breathless.
🔥 Happily Ever After – Because after all the darkness, they deserve it.
If you love your romance dark, steamy, and full of tension, then this book is for you.
Are you ready to meet Luca, Antonio, and Alexis Venturi… and the woman who just might bring them to their knees?