Blood On Satan's Claw: Or, The Devil's Skin

Under the Devil’s Eyes In a city ruled by shadows, 22-year-old Nora Faez fights to protect her reckless brother, Elias. But when he steals from the ruthless billionaire and mafia don, Mikhail Romanov, their fragile world shatters. To save Elias, Nora strikes a dangerous deal—her freedom for his life. What begins as punishment spirals into a fiery, forbidden obsession neither can escape. As betrayal seeps through Mikhail’s empire and enemies close in, Nora must choose between her brother’s safety and a love born from power, danger, and desire. Because under the devil’s eyes, every passion has a price—and hers may cost everything.

She sold her soul for survival. Now she’s trapped in his inferno. I was supposed to serve drinks at an exclusive masquerade. I never planned to be auctioned off to the highest bidder. But the man who bought me? He wasn’t wearing a mask. He was the mask. Lucian Devlin isn’t just any man. He’s dangerous, powerful, and terrifyingly beautiful. A billionaire with a taste for control and a past cloaked in darkness, Lucian didn’t want a woman, he wanted a possession. What Serena didn’t know was that the contract she signed bound her to him for thirty days. Thirty nights of submission, of twisted games and sinful pleasures. Thirty days of burning where escape is impossible and maybe, deep down, unwanted. Serena needs the money. Her family is drowning, the rent is due, bills are piling, her mother dying, her siblings thrown out of school and barely surviving. But staying means risking everything: her body, her sanity, and her heart. Lucian swore he'd never love again. That what he touches, he destroys. But the more he breaks her rules, the more she shatters his. And when obsession turns to something far more dangerous, walking away won’t be an option for either of them. He warned her: she’d beg before this was over. I swore I’d never be owned again. But there’s something about being his plaything that feels a lot like power. A dangerous love story where surrender feels like sin... and salvation. Rated 18+ | Explicit. Addictive. Emotionally brutal.

Blurb In the dead of a Sicilian night, Luca De Santis, cold mafia heir and merciless devil, catches art student Adrian Vale witnessing a brutal execution. Instead of a bullet, Luca chooses something far more cruel. He keeps him. Locked in his cliffside fortress, Adrian becomes Luca’s captive. Stripped, watched, and tormented by the ruthless man who controls his every breath. Luca teases him mercilessly with strong hands pinning him down, filthy whispers in Italian, and a hard cock grinding against him while denying release. Every escape attempt ends with Adrian panting, leaking, and hating how badly his body craves the devil’s touch. What begins as dark captivity slowly melts into raw, addictive obsession. Rough fingers. Bruising bites. Possessive thrusts that turn defiance into desperate moans. Luca will ruin him. Own him. Break him. Because in a world of blood and power, this beautiful, stubborn boy has become his only weakness. And the Devil never lets go of what belongs to him. Dark. Filthy. Addictive. Enemies to lovers, captive/captor, heavy dominance, and scorching MM heat.

She could feel him, but she could not touch him. He appears out of the blues and relieves her of pains, but she doesn't know who he is. The red bloodshot eyes that appear in her mind are a mystery that she needed answers to. On the night of her 20th birthday, her parents were murdered and everything was taken away from her. She was reduced to a pauper and was treated badly. However, she couldn't take it anymore and wanted to get away but there was no way out. Out of frustration, she cried out and call on the man in her dreams to help her out. What she didn't know is that she had summoned the demon himself. The most feared demon in hell suddenly felt a connection with a timid one that he was destined to save. However, nothing goes for nothing! He was her savior, and she was his redemption.

Late at night, when I think I'm alone, I feel his breath on the side of my face, and I know--he's watching me. Ever since I moved into this ancient mansion to take care of my sick aunt, I've been experiencing strange things. When I discover she has a boarder, a mysterious, sexy artist who lives on the third floor, I think some of that is explained. The bumps in the night. The whispers from the shadows. But once Dalton and I are properly introduced, the strange occurrences don't stop. If anything, they are amplified. When I close my eyes at night, it's his face I see. It's his hands I feel. It's his lips I taste. The more I get to know him, the more I realize I don't know him at all. Dalton's not the kind of man that buys a woman flowers and makes her feel all warm and fuzzy. No, he's the kind of man your mama would tell you to run from. Cold. Dangerous. Complex. And now that he wants me, I learn he is more than that. Possessive. Controlling. Diabolical. I should leave this place before it's too late, but I know I can't. Whatever it is that's sunk it's fangs into him, it has me, too. He has me, too. For better or worse. 'Til death... Whispers of the Devil is a dark romance which some readers may find disturbing. Proceed with caution.

They forced her into a marriage she never wanted. He married a woman he never asked for. From the moment they meet, every conversation is a battle, every glance a challenge, and every day another reminder that neither of them chose this life. But behind her stubbornness is a secret she'll do anything to protect. Behind his cold heart is a man more dangerous than the world believes. As old enemies emerge and buried truths begin to surface, the line between hatred and desire starts to blur. In a world where loyalty is earned with blood and betrayal comes at a deadly price, trusting the wrong person could be fatal. She thought marrying the devil would be the worst thing that could happen to her. She was wrong.