Romances Online de Mafia sobre Dark Romance e Histórias com Detective e Twisted

“You’ve come to kill me detective?” He whispered against her skin as he gently grasped her arm and turned her to him. Jude swallowed a gulp and looked up at him. His eyes were a cobalt shade of blue behind the mask, daring, cold and terrifying. “And you’ve come to me to be killed?” She replied in a hushed tone, gathering a lot of nerve and taking a step closer to him. Detective Jude Laurent should arrest Cassien, the deadly Maestro who now controls The Black Rose syndicate. Instead, she finds herself drawn into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, risking everything to uncover the truth about the organization that has haunted her since childhood. The same organization she believes holds the answers to her parents’ death in what everyone called a tragic house fire. But Jude has no idea she’s been walking straight into a trap years in the making. The real mastermind behind The Black Rose has been watching her every move, orchestrating her pain from the shadows. Someone who shaped her into the perfect weapon for revenge. And they’ve been waiting for this moment since the night her world burned. Now, as Jude hunts the man who’s becoming her obsession, and Cassien finds himself equally captivated by the detective who should be his enemy, neither realizes they’re both pawns in a much deadlier game. Because the person who destroyed Jude’s world isn’t the criminal she’s chasing. It’s someone far closer than she could ever imagine. And their final move is about to destroy everything she’s ever believed about her past, her purpose, and the man she can’t stop wanting. Some obsessions are worth dying for. Others are designed to kill you.

Blurb “Tell me you want it, Rainey,” he whispered, his breath warm against my ear. I felt my pulse quicken, my resolve wavering under the intensity of his gaze. “You know I can give you everything you’ve ever desired.” My heart raced as I swallowed hard, torn between fear and the allure of his promises. “You think you can just take me? You don’t understand what you’re dealing with.” He chuckled softly, the sound sending shivers down my spine. “Oh, but I do. You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.” **** In a world shrouded by secrets and power struggles, Rainey is unwittingly thrust into a dangerous game after discovering she is the hidden child of a long-lost lineage. Caught between the ruthless desires of Silas, a man who has been watching her from the shadows for years, and an unknown destiny that threatens to unravel everything she believes, Rainey must confront her past to seize control of her future. As heat ignites between her and Silas, Rainey must decide: will she succumb to the passion that draws her in, or will she fight back against the chains of control and forge her own path? Will she embrace her true power or be consumed by the shadows of her past? But what happens when secrets are uncovered, and the fight for freedom ignite a fire neither can resist?

“You want to know what I am?” he murmured against her mouth, his hands shoving her dress up around her waist. “I’m a man who takes what he wants. And I want you. Here. Now.” Nina Falcone is LAPD. Undercover. Posing as a high-end escort, she has one mission: get close to El Sombras, the drug lord no one can name, photograph, or catch. Every night, powerful men buy pieces of her. Every morning, she washes them off her skin and turns their secrets into evidence. She tells herself it is duty. She tells herself she is still in control. Then Cruz finds her. Dark. Beautiful. Dangerous. He doesn’t buy her. He sees her. He strips through every mask she wears with one look and leaves her a card that feels like a command. Next time, don’t look away. She doesn’t. One night becomes obsession. Obsession becomes surrender. He touches her like he owns her, protects her like she is sacred, and ruins her for every life she had before him. Nina forgets the badge, the case, every line she swore she’d never cross. But the case won’t die. Every lead she pulls turns up dead before she can use it. Someone is watching. Someone who sees her coming before she arrives. And the clues keep circling closer to the man in her bed — doors that open for Cruz without a knock, men who lower their eyes when he speaks, phone calls at three in the morning in a voice she’s never heard. The ghost she’s hunting keeps getting closer close enough to touch, close enough to hold her in the dark and whisper stay. The only thread left to pull is the one tied around her own throat.