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Blackwood Enterprises was written in bold letters at the top. My eyes darted to the open notebook sitting right on his bed. There were notes on "rival syndicate" and "leverage on Victor." They were tied to danger? My heart raced. I heard footsteps and rushed out of the room and right back to mine. My heart was thumping hard when I leaned against the closed door. The phone in my hand buzzing nearly gave me a cardiac arrest. It was only a text message from Damien. "See you at midnight by the pool house or I will come for you."

Alpha Nixon (Werewolf-Fea Romance) (Complete) 2. Lex’s Beta Mate (Dark Shifter Romance) (Coming Soon) 3. Asher’s Shifter (Alpha-Hybrid Shifter Romance) (Coming Soon) ~Other Works By The Author~ Ferrah’s Alpha Mate (On Going) Whispers And Bones (A paranormal Thriller) (Complete) Calder (A Mafia Dark Romance) (On Going) The Billionaires Baby (One Night Stand-Romance) (Coming Soon)

My lips crashed against hers, demanding, forcing her to open up, to give in to me. I felt her stiffen, her breath catching in her throat, but she didn’t pull away. She let me have her, let me take what was mine. I felt the pulse of her heart beneath my touch, erratic and confused, like she was fighting the urge to fight me. But she wouldn’t fight. Not anymore. I knew it. I deepened the kiss, pulling her closer, her body rigid in my arms as I drank from her mouth like a man starved. The taste of her was bitter, like everything else about her—an amalgamation of fear, submission, and something darker, something broken.

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**DEDICATION** To the dreamers who find solace in stories, To the lovers of dark romance and untamed desires, And to those who embrace both the light and the shadows within; This book is for you. And to myself, ShineeSunshine; For the late nights, the endless imagination, and the courage to weave crimson tales of obsession and love. _______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series

He simply gathered his notes, slid them into a leather satchel, and jerked his head toward the side exit that led to faculty offices. She followed, skirt swishing against her thighs, the click of her heeled boots echoing down the empty corridor. His office door was already open, dark wood, brass nameplate reading *Dr. Damien Blackwood, Professor of Nineteenth-Century Literature and Cultural Erotics*. The irony wasn’t lost on her.

he told her then gave her a passionate kiss. The End Authors note: Thank you all for the support you have given me during this journey. This book would not have gotten this far without all of you, thank you so much and your support is much appreciated. NB: Please check out my new books, Slave it’s in the werewolf genre. The streets meet the mafia and Chosen by the dragon. I also have completed ones if you would like to read them, He is Lucifer and Mapula the rain queen. Much love Lady Tamia

Instead I moved closer, silent as the ghost I was trained to be and kept watching her, her thick black raven hair against her ebony smooth skin and the way her eyes were so divided on the dirty little vixen in her laptop screen. Aurora Whittaker is a twenty three year old princess with old money. And ever since her brother had eloped with the love of his life Elena, the weight of the crown has been left on her shoulders. If I didn’t believe in love myself, I’d have looked for her brother and offed him for being so selfish but it wasn’t my business since Aurora herself didn’t mind. She had long legs that I had imagined times without number wrapped around my waist as I pounded her against that

A strong authoritative presence doesn't leave me alone. I take a few steps more, and my eyes find him, leaning against the glass wall he was looking down at the river lane behind his office. I was facing his back but still I could sense his strong gaze over me. He was dressed in dark black from head to toe, as if Lucifer itself came to say 'Hello'. His silk raven hair nicely ruffled behind made him look like a dangerous tease. "Is it really him?", I wonder, as he was unwillingly peaceful.

I extinguished the lamp and lay in the dark with the cool sheets against my skin and the city quiet outside the window and the house pressing its watchful silence around me the way it always did. But underneath the silence tonight, something was different. Lord Brocandale's eyes in the gallery, that storm-dark attention, the specific quality of two seconds of contact that had moved through me like current. My own warmth, unperformed and unmanaged, rising in response to a man who had looked at me and seen something worth looking at. The note in the poetry book, five words pulsing with intent in the dark. Fate would determine which version of Georgia emerged from all of this.