Lachlan Williams. Rich. Popular. Athletic. The poster boy for everything I hated. Tell me why, after one conversation, could I not stop daydreaming about him? My tattoos, black eyeliner, and general bitch-persona did a fine job of keeping people away before. So, how the hell did the Charmer from Down Under burrow a hole right into the center of my heart? It’s tragic that he left when things got real. Six years slipped away like sand through an hourglass, without one word from him. Now, Lachlan Williams is back. Standing on my doorstep, like the ghost of Christmas Past. He has explanations and apologies. However, he also has riddles and betrayal. He can keep his secrets. Mine is better anyway.
Sawyer Mathews. Rebellious. Dangerous. Gorgeous. She’s one storm I didn’t see coming. There were no warnings of gloomy skies or still air. We crashed together so intensely part of her was woven into my soul. I loved her with a fierceness I never knew I possessed. And, Sawyer Mathews loved me back. The universe has a funny way of messing with you, though. Just when you think you get the girl…chaos breaks free. It wreaks havoc. It shatters worlds. Not all love stories end with a happily-ever-after, but if our promises are strong enough, can we rewrite our ending?
It all started with the bereavement flowers with my name on them. Not the best way to wake up, right? I work in a flower shop. I know a funeral arrangement when I see one. I know a killer when I see one, too. And one is standing in my hospital room right now, straight behind the man who saved my life. I can’t tell anyone the truth, because that’s the fastest way to really die. So I do the next best thing. I “lose” my memory. I fake my amnesia. Pretending not to remember a brutal attempted murder has its perks. The killer is backing down, spending less time around me, loosening the noose. The less I claim to recall, the more my rescuer, Duff, works to help me “remember.” I hate lying to him. But he doesn’t understand that my memory is dangerous. To me. And to him. Fooling everyone isn’t easy. It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Except it’s starting to look like I’ve been fooling myself. In more ways than one.
Blood is thicker than water… Having endured more than their share of tragedy, sisters Lily and Sasha embark on a dream holiday—only to find themselves in hell. Kidnapped by a rich madman, Sasha is sold into slavery, while Lily is forced to join The Collection, a unique bevy of exotic beauties enduring frequent horrors at the hands of elite bidders. However, no amount of pain and suffering will break Lily, who will stop at nothing to save her younger sister. Possibly with help from an unlikely ally. Love is stronger than loyalty… Attempting to prove his allegiance to his employer, Jake is tasked with guarding the unruly and uncontrollable Lily. He can’t afford to help her in her quest to free Sasha—not if he hopes to fulfill his own agenda. But in their dark, gritty, tension-filled world, solace is taken wherever it’s found. Bonds are formed and hearts engage despite Jake’s resistance and both their attempts at self-preservation. When certain secrets come to light, the resulting explosion has breathtakingly bittersweet consequences that, by the end, may not leave everyone whole…or alive.