Showing results by author "Stasia Black" in All Categories

I’m a con artist, and I’ve got my sights set on Beau Radcliffe. He’s dominant, arrogant, and always thinks he’s the smartest person in the room. But he made the mistake of getting way too drunk one night and telling me all about the twisted ways of the dark, mysterious secret society he was about to be initiated into.

Shay bringing meals to his cell a few times a week is the only bright spot in the shit show that has become Charlie’s existence after being captured by the enemy. He can’t stop thinking about her. But how can Charlie protect her when he himself is locked up like an animal? But then one day, Shay’s saves him. She breaks him out of prison and says she knows where Charlie’s sister is - the sister Charlie was afraid was dead. As soon as Charlie’s free, he makes a vow. He’ll protect Shay at all costs, even if it means his life.

When Mom told me she was getting married again and moving her new husband and his 24-year-old son in with us, I thought I’d just have to spend as much time as possible studying in the campus library to avoid all of them. I certainly never expected to learn that the marriage was simply a mutually beneficial arrangement for my mom and new stepfather, Mr. Winters. They don’t actually have feelings toward each other. I also didn’t expect him and my stepbrother, Dominick, to be such handsome, Viking-like men. Or for them to take such an interest in me.

The story of anguish, betrayal, and love between Callie and her boss (I'll let you figure out which one), is complete in the duet: Cut So Deep and Break So Soft.

I’ll do whatever it takes to get her back. She was mine, and it was everything. That month with her was as near to perfect as I’ve ever had in my whole f--ed up life. But then, I lost it all, and I still don’t know why. Though, I suspect it had something to do with that rat bastard Bryce Gentry. One thing I do know: I’m not letting go of Callie Cruise without a fight. And it’s time for Gentry to finally pay for his many sins.

There is nothing more dangerous than a secret…. It is how the powerful survive. They spin their influence in the shadows as their sins corrupt the innocent. And I am one of them. The elite. The chosen.

Jackson Vale. My boss’s rival and the man I’ve thought far too much about since we were introduced last week. Of all the - “I’m not his,” I sputter indignantly. “I’m just his employee. He doesn’t own me.” And for some reason this sets off a flare of intensity and...satisfaction? in Jackson’s expression. That’s it, I officially give up trying to understand any of this. But then Jackson leans over and speaks so softly in my ear I can barely hear it above the falling rain.

I want him to unleash the beast within him. Because only then can I fly free.... I crave the darkness. The intimacy with him that would set my heart on fire. Dylan is afraid to let the monster out. His dark past has closed him off. I, too, have scars. But now, he has me wanting something...bad. Wrong. His deep, hypnotizing stare. Those strong arms that might crush me. He hates himself for the things he wants to do to me. But I need to feel free. To be taken in the most forbidden of fantasies. I always knew that I was obsessed. With him. With the monster that he could become.

They say the gods will accept no small sacrifice. To appease them you must give your all. I’ve sacrificed everything. Lived through loss, and learned to love. To take the beauty with the pain. The rose with the thorns. This love story isn’t perfect, but it’s ours. We’ll hold onto it forever. And hope our forever is longer than a day.

Bellamy Carmichael was Darlington’s princess all through high school. Perfect, popular, too gorgeous for words - and unfortunately, she knew it. I’d had a crush on her ever since arriving at Darlington Prep, only she never looked my way except for an occasional cruel putdown. I was a scrawny kid, nerdy, and worst of all, my family was new money. But now, a decade later, the tables have turned. I’m the one the Elders of the Secret Society are courting.

A playboy, a tomboy, and an ex-con. They couldn’t be more different. The only place all those differences disappear? The bedroom.

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me. The human female spins and runs straight into my chest. “Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.” I, too, am stopped in place. This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing.

Ruth was a pain in my neck when she lived under the same roof at the ranch. She’s even worse, now that she’s helping my twin brother’s fiancée plan their wedding. If I’m not running some errand for my brother, I’m hauling Ruth’s stubborn, opinionated, too-loud arse all around town. Not that she appreciates my sacrifice. No. She argues. She second-guesses. She pecks. A man can only be pushed so far, before he breaks. A fact that Ruth - who I’ve secretly fantasized about, since the day my brother and I first landed on the ranch - is about to find out firsthand.

From the moment I scent her, I have to have her underneath me. The human female spins and runs straight into my chest. “Oh!” she says but then she stops, frozen as she stares up at me. “Hi.” I, too, am stopped in place. This female is nothing like the others I have seen. She is petite, with long flowing black hair. Her features are as foreign to me as any humans, but for some reason I find her face pleasing. Before I can think better of it, my tongue sneaks out over my lips to scent my surroundings.

Good girls don’t break rules—but for one night with him, any risk was worth it. Walker St. Claire is my older brother’s best friend and strictly off-limits. Especially while he’s an Initiate during his Trials to gain entrance to the secret society. But after a lifetime of following the rules and being the good girl everyone expected me to be, I’m ready to break a few. Especially if it means Walker will finally turn his devilish gaze my way.

I’m an imposter, a fraud, unwanted...but that won’t stop me from claiming her. She is part of a tortured past I’d rather forget. I will never forgive myself for living when my brother died. As a penance, I’m forced to live his life. To claim what should have been his birthright. Soon, I will join the most powerful men in the world as a member of The Order of the Silver Ghost. Into this opulent nightmare of my own making, she reappears. She will be both my salvation...and my damnation.

All Vanessa ever wanted was to be loved. Okay, strike that - all she wanted was not to die at the hands of the homicidal maniac who was obsessed with hunting her down - and to be loved. Was that too much to ask? Going to Jacob’s Well and becoming a Lottery Bride sounded like it would make all Vanessa’s dreams come true. For the first time in her life, she’d have a family. For the first time in her life, she’d have not just one person to love her, but five. And she’d be safe. from the notorious female slave trader, Lorenzo Bernal. There’s just one tiny problem.

Ezo is an alien who's crazy about all things Earth. He can’t wait to get there in person and experience it all for himself - pizza, chocolate, flirting. After a lifetime of being alone on his old planet, he’ll finally have a place he can call home. But when he arrives, a mate has already been chosen for him. Ana is waiting as soon as he exits his shuttle. She’s beautiful, colorful, and seems as excited to meet him as he is her.

She was always Daddy’s little princess. They’re vicious outlaws. Now she’s theirs, and they’re not going to let her go without a fight. Sophia Wolford’s always looked at the world as if the glass is half full. Even after the Apocalypse. What’s the point of focusing on the negative, after all, when you need to get busy rebuilding the world? Finn Knight sees things differently, however. His motto is: Trust no one and always suspect the worst.

In the New Republic, every woman must marry five men. It’s the law. Welcome to the apocalypse. Drea was completely lost except for Eric’s hands cupping her face. Eric’s blue eyes piercing hers. “This isn’t a marriage where each of us get a sliver of you. No, baby, that’s not how this is gonna work. You have to give every one of us all of you. Pour it all out. Every single drop of yourself and trust that we’ll fill you back up.”