Novels by Pen Doctor

The bedroom door shuddered under another violent kick. Sienna's heart slammed against her ribs as she stared at Dante, his gun steady in his hand, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her forget how to breathe."Choose, Sienna." His voice was deadly calm. "Me or the file. Right now."She could hear the men in the hallway. They weren't just breaking in anymore. They were destroying everything, tearing the penthouse apart, searching for something. For her. For the ledger.The file sat on the nightstand, that damned leather folder that could send her father's legacy up in flames. Everything she had left of the Blackwood name was in those pages.But Dante was standing here, bleeding from a cut above his eye, asking her to trust him."You," she whispered.His eyes widened for a fraction of a second. Surprise. Maybe even shock. But his mask slammed back into place so fast she almost thought she'd imagined it."Smart girl." He grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward the far w

The ringing of the phone was like a siren in the small, charged space between them. It was a sharp, digital scream that cut through the thick tension of the room. Sienna stared at the screen.Dad Calling.Her heart did a slow, painful roll in her chest. Her father never called this late. Never. Dante stood over her, his shadow stretching long and jagged across the sofa. He didn’t move. He didn’t blink. He just watched her with those cold, predatory eyes, waiting to see if she would break."Pick it up," Dante said again. His voice was like a low vibration in the floorboards.Sienna reached out, her fingers trembling so violently she almost dropped the device. she swiped the screen and pressed it to her ear."Dad?""Sienna? Are you there?" Her father’s voice sounded thin. Brittle. Like dry leaves being crushed under a boot. "I... I saw the news. The photos of you and Moretti at that gala. Tell me it isn't true. Tell me you aren't with him."Sienna looked up at Dante. He was leaning

"A file? What are you talking about, Julian? What file could be worth your life?"Sienna knelt in the glass shards of their living room, ignoring the sting in her knees. She grabbed Julian by his shoulders, shaking him. He looked like a shell of the brother she used to idolize. The blood from his nose had stained his white designer shirt, a pathetic contrast to the arrogance he usually wore like armor."The Moretti acquisition papers," Julian wheezed, his eyes darting to the hallway as if the ghost was still there. "It’s not just business, Sienna. It’s evidence. It’s the proof that our father didn't just cause that accident. He planned it. And Dante has the original documents. If that man, the one who just got out gets his hands on them, he’s going to use them to bury us all. Not just Dante. Us."Sienna felt the world tilt. Her father, the man who had tucked her in and called her his princess, was a murderer? She wanted to scream that Julian was lying, but the terror in his voice w

"Dante! Open this door! You can't just leave me locked in here!"Sienna hammered her fists against the heavy oak door of the master suite. The sound was dull, swallowed by the soundproofing of the penthouse. She waited, pressing her ear to the wood, hoping to hear his retreating footsteps or the chime of the elevator. Nothing. Just the hum of the air conditioning and the thud of her own frantic heart.The man who killed his father.The words echoed in her mind, chilling her more than the silence. Dante had always been a shadow in her life, a boogeyman her brother whispered about, but she never knew the source of his rage. Now, she was locked in his bedchamber while he went out to hunt a ghost.She turned away from the door, her breath coming in ragged hitches. The room that had felt like a den of seduction ten minutes ago now felt like a tomb. She paced the length of the silk carpet, the hem of Dante’s oversized robe brushing against her bare ankles.She needed to know more. If she

The sound of Julian’s voice screaming in the hallway sent a jolt of pure ice through Sienna’s veins. She tried to sit up, but the weight of Dante’s body and the cold bite of the steel around her wrists pinned her to the mattress."Dante, please," she hissed, her eyes wide with panic. "You have to hide me. If he sees me like this, he’ll kill you. Or himself."Dante didn’t flinch. He stayed hovered over her, his bare chest inches from hers, watching the bedroom door with the calm of a man who held every single card in the deck. The banging on the outer door grew louder, rhythmic and violent."Moretti! Open this damn door! I know she’s here!" Julian roared.Dante looked down at Sienna. A slow, cruel smirk spread across his face. He reached up and toyed with a strand of her hair, winding it tightly around his finger."He sounds upset," Dante whispered. "Maybe I should let him in. We can all have a chat about your new job description.""You wouldn't," she gasped, her heart hammering agai

The rain hammered against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Moretti Tower, blurring the New York City skyline into a mess of grey and neon. Inside, the silence was heavy. It felt like the air had been sucked out of the room."Please, Dante. Just listen to me for one second."Sienna Blackwood stood in the center of the office, her heels digging into the plush carpet. She felt small. Every piece of furniture in this room was designed to make a person feel insignificant. Especially the man sitting behind the mahogany desk.Dante Moretti didn't look up. He was signing a stack of documents with a heavy fountain pen. The scratching of the nib was the only sound in the room. He looked exactly like the tabloids described him: The Ice King. His dark hair was swept back perfectly, and his suit cost more than Sienna’s entire college tuition."You have thirty seconds, Sienna," he said. His voice was a low, melodic growl that made the hair on her arms stand up. "And ten of them have already p