Dori Bauer

On the day of my prenatal checkup, I found out my husband Don had booked me a termination surgery instead of a postpartum care package. I thought he had placed the wrong order and was about to tease him, but Vincenzo spoke flatly. "I didn't book it wrong. I need to come clean with you about something." "I've been keeping another woman. She's a good girl. She doesn't want a title or to take your place as Donna." "But she got pregnant recently. I've already made her suffer enough. I can't let her child suffer too. I have to give the child the Moretti family name." I froze on the exam table, my voice shaking uncontrollably. "Then why did you abort my child?" He wiped the ultrasound gel off my belly and smiled. "I just want you to adopt Giuliana's child. I'm having yours terminated because I'm afraid you'll play favorites and treat her kid differently." He handed me the consent form, calm and composed. "I promise you will always be Donna. No one will ever take your place." I gave him a long, hard look, then was wheeled into the operating room. "Never mind." "Vincenzo Moretti, you're going to regret this every single day for the rest of your life." He didn't know it, but I was the only woman in the world who could ever give him a child.

All his life, Dorian Grimaldi - the devastatingly handsome Alpha of Creekville - has been convinced that he doesn't need a mate. Even more convinced when the balance of the supernatural world and his race depends on his engagement with the vampire princess. However, when Dorian meets the enchanting and innocent Eden Monroe, everything about his being rivals his choices for a partner, awakening a primal need in him to claim her as his own. The clock is ticking and the fate of the werewolf race hangs on the balance of his single decision. He has two choices; his mate or the safety of his people.

Diabla Leone is the oldest daughter of Gianni and Lorena Leone Don and Dona of the Leone mafia, Diabla was named for the hell she put her mother through during her birth and all that came before it. D as her friends call her wanted to be free of the strict Italian life her family lives up to so she did what any other Mafia princess would do. Right?

My baby brother was barely a month old when my father's mistress threw him off the upstairs balcony to his death. Then she turned around and said my mother had done it. And my father, the Don, took the mistress at her word and had my mother killed. That woman framed me too, and I was cast out of the house. For the next fifteen years, I clawed my way up through begging and reckless grit, until I became the Donna of the Vanetti family. Then one day, my adopted son Daniel Vanetti brought his new girlfriend to meet me. "Mother, this is Via, the Principessa of the Vitale family. I want to marry her." I looked at Via. Her face was the spitting image of my father's mistress. What a small world. The daughter of the woman who killed my mother had walked right up to my door. So I refused without a second's hesitation. "I don't approve."

"I can do anything for you please don't do this." Her voice trembling now as she taps a finger on her lap. "Fine,"  I said, looking at her. Her jaw drops. She couldn't believe it. Then I give her the kicker before she gets ahead of herself. "Only if your body doesn't respond to my magical touch." My voice is calm and full of confidence. ****** Dove Baldini’s life takes a devastating turn when her gambling-addicted father sells her to the mafia to settle a debt. Kidnapped by Ricco Morretti the city’s most feared crime boss she’s thrust into a world where obedience is demanded, and defiance comes at a price. But Dove isn’t one to break easily. As she fights for survival, Ricco finds himself drawn to her fire, even as her father’s past betrayal threatens to destroy them both. In a world ruled by blood and power, Dove must choose between escape and the unexpected pull of a man she should fear who's touch is as deadly as his ruthlessness.

My adoptive brother, Don Cassian. I loved him. The rival family drugged him. He had me pinned down. His hands on my breasts. He was hard, his eyes filled with a desperate hunger for me. But I shoved him off. Ran out the door. And called my best friend, Camilla. "Cassian's in the master bedroom. Get here. Now." I locked myself in the bathroom, letting the cold water wash away the fire he’d started in me. I remembered the last time. In my past life, when Cassian kissed me, I didn't say no. We made love all night. I thought my ten-year crush was finally mine. Then came St. Patrick's Cathedral. The Vitelli family's sapphire ring, passed down for three generations. The blessing of the Elders. I had everything I ever wanted. But the day after the wedding, I got the news. My best friend, Camilla, was dead. An overdose of antidepressants in her apartment. I was on the phone, crying for her, when a knife went through my chest from behind. I turned. It was Cassian, his face twisted with hate. "If you hadn't blackmailed me with those ledgers—if you hadn't forced your way into my bed—Camilla would still be alive. You have to pay for this!" That's when I understood. He never married me for love. It was all because of a whisper from Camilla: "Aurora controls the family's money. She can ruin you with a phone call." And a warning from the Elders: "Don, you must marry her. She knows too much." So this time, I stepped aside. I let them have each other. But why? Why did he come after me, his eyes red, looking like he'd lost his mind? "Aurora," he begged. "Why don't you love me anymore?"