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In a world ravaged with violence, I still think about the beauty who was taken from me. I’ve turned rabid in her absence. The dormant beast she had tamed is ravenous, feeding on brutality and bloodshed.

I focus on the kill, until Arthur confesses his trump card, shattering every hope I had of reclaiming her. Focused on the job at hand, I step into the lion’s den, only to find nothing is as it seems.

My beast hungers to be satiated.

And my beauty is the only one who can feed it.

A dark treacherous journey where happily ever after may be just out of reach.

As a hitman for hire, Percivale is no stranger to violence.

From the moment he saw Blossom Jaymes through the window of her bakery, he knew he was in too deep. Not only was she as sweet as her perfectly crafted treats, but she was a soft-spoken, golden-haired angel that shone like a bright beacon in his dark world. And Percivale didn’t deal in angels. He dealt in death and crime. The even bigger issue? Percivale’s next hit is on said sweet little baker who doesn’t seem to realize how much danger lurks around her with each passing day.

If he doesn’t get the job done, who will?

When Percivale has to decide what’s more important to him—the life of a woman who may very well be innocent or getting his revenge on the men who murdered his family—the lines become blurred. Morals are twisted and a deathly chase ensues that can only result in one thing—Blossom buried six feet under.

Or can it?

Can Percivale let his lust for revenge go in order to save Blossom from the bounty on her head, or will the power she unknowingly holds over him be what gets her killed?

No one is innocent in the eyes of the Cavalieri Della Morte.

If your name ends up on my list, your time is up.

NO REGRETS. NO MERCY. NO CONSCIENCE.

UNTIL THE ENEMY BECOMES MY TWISTED OBSESSION.

Two days ago, I paid a price to fulfill a vendetta. Twenty minutes ago, I threw it all away.

Stolen in the night. Held against her will. Bound to a monster.

I came to take her life but claimed it instead.

I warn her not to trust men with sin on their lips and ice in their veins.

She cautions me not to be deceived by my own eyes.

NEITHER OF US LISTENS.

What started out as a quest for retribution has become a game of survival.

They say three can keep a secret if two of them are dead.

Challenge accepted.

Deceit requires punishment.

But what happens when the mark is innocent?

Killian “Dagger” Bedivere

My latest assignment has evolved into a game of deciphering whom to trust—the renowned politician who hired the Cavalieri Della Morte, or the runaway bride?

She’s gorgeous, conniving, and everything I crave in a woman.

She’s also my target.

Rule number one: Never fall for the mark.

Rule number two: Fuck rule number one.

Amara “Scarlet” Rose

I never wanted this world, but the decision wasn’t mine to make. I always belonged to him. Now there’s a new player on the board—one hell-bent on destroying all my plans.

He’s lethal, handsome, and everything I should fear.

Rule number one: Don’t trust anyone.

Rule number two: Do everything you can to survive, even if it means breaking rule number one.

And rule number three: When in doubt, kill.

Seth Galahad

Reckless rule-breaker with a taste for violence.

It’s what I’ve been called time and again.

Carving my way through the names I’ve been given, I’ll rise through the ranks.

Collecting your blood as payment for your debts

I’m young, I’m hungry, and I won’t be stopped.

I take what I want, when I want. Nothing can hold me back.

The cross on my back speaks of a past I know nothing about.

The history of my family drenched in mystery.

Leeann Mallory

My brother’s string of gambling debts has raged out of control.

An insurmountable sum that he’s racked up over time.

Out of money and out of luck, he did something unthinkable.

Playing with my life in a game of chance, he lost.

My brother did nothing to prevent me from being taken.

The debt collector came in the night, and he snatched me from my bed.

Debts must be cleared, and I’m going to be the one to pay it.

The question is will it be in blood? Or will it be with my heart

My name is Gawain Vincent—one of twelve assassins of the Cavalieri Della Morte.

Steadfast to those I claim as my brothers in arms.

An experienced fighter when ordered into battle.

I’m an admirer of women in any amount or position.

A lover full of stamina and exceptional skills.

But that is about to change.

Because of her. Because of Megan.

She’s scared, battered, and damaged.

Rescued from circumstances beyond horrifying.

The blonde girl with piercing blue eyes who I can’t refuse.

Her future survival seems destined to destroy my family.

But will it allow me hope of redemption?

My orders were clear.

Get in, get the job done, and get the hell out.

No loose ends, no witnesses.

It’s what I do. And I don’t fail.

Until now.

She shouldn’t have been there.

And now I have a new job.

Find and eliminate Cherise Styles.

Sorrow slips in quietly when no one is looking — just like I do.

It robs them of life and joy — just like me.

Sorrow is a killer in the night, murdering hearts and leaving destruction in it’s wake — and so am I.

I am Tristan Sorrow, I stole happiness, and now she is mine.

He came in the dead of night to steal me, to take me home. He was sent to rob me of my happiness and murder my hopes.

Creeping in slowly, he was an unexpected twist in my tale.

But he stole the wrong thing, he made me his Queen.

Tristan Sorrow stole my heart — and my life.

Every love story is written tragically in the blood of those who fell.

They call me a God, Demon,

Depends on which side of me they’ve faced.

I’m cold, with an insatiable thirst for blood, lust, and money.

If you’ve got my attention,

You’re either next on my list, or about to slip into my sheets.

I’m Arthur Calthorpe, leader of the Tabella Della Morte.

I don’t trust, I own.

I don’t love, I desire.

I don’t ask, I take.

And I want Gaia.

The Silver Haired tyrant is a ruthless criminal,

The first time I saw him was in my mother’s bed,

But the monster has set his sights on me.

He’s ruthless, and he’s found my achilleas heel.

When he offers me a bargain, I’m hard-pressed to refuse.

What lengths am I willing to go to be free of him, and how far will he go to stop me.

The trouble is those eyes and the fact that I want to know the story behind them.

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