Books By Don Winslow

"Before anything, before you allow your inner thoughts to go on an overdrive, know that I love you. I love you so fucking much and I don't care who you currently are, Serena or Rosalia doesn't matter to me, it's just a name. But what I do know is that you are mine and under no circumstances would I do anything to hurt you" ** Rosalia had thought her biggest problem was how to secure a new job after losing her current one, and avoiding the ex convict who seemed to be out to get her. But she wasn't prepared for the sudden intrusion of a certain man who claimed to be her husband! Husband? She didn't even know him!. Worst of all, they already had a daughter who looked exactly like her! Rosalia was thrown into a state of confusion where everything seemed to belong to her but not at the same time. She was determined to find out what had happened to her in the past and how to fix the present which seemed already damaged.

Descubrieron a mi prometido con mi propia hermana la misma noche de nuestra fiesta de compromiso… en una bodega privada, cruzando todos los límites. Mi apellido quedó manchado. Mi nombre, arrastrado por el suelo. Y yo… convertida en la burla de toda la mafia de Chicago. Entonces, como salido de la oscuridad, apareció Don Lorenzo Falcone. Frente a todas las familias, sin titubear, me pidió matrimonio. Con una sola jugada, limpió mi honor… y selló una alianza mucho más peligrosa. Durante cuatro años, me trató como a una reina. Intocable. Intensa. Suya. Pero había algo que él no podía darme: un heredero. Una vieja herida lo condenaba. Hasta este año. Gracias al médico de confianza de la familia… quedé embarazada. Y desde ese momento, su atención hacia mí se volvió obsesiva. Devota. Absoluta. Creí que lo tenía todo. Que ese hombre frío y poderoso era mi salvación. Mi refugio. Mi único aliado. Hasta que una noche… escuché lo que nunca debí. —Jefe, Arabella te ama. ¿Cómo pudiste hacerle esto? —dijo su mano derecha, con rabia contenida—. Manipulaste al médico… cambiaste los frascos… la convertiste en la portadora del heredero de los Moretti. ¿Todo porque Isabella no soportaba el dolor? El bebé nacerá en dos meses… ¿qué piensas hacer? Silencio. Y luego… su voz. Helada. Cruel. —Cuando nazca, Isabella se lo llevará. Es la única forma de asegurar su lugar con los Moretti. —¿Y Arabella? —Le diré que el bebé murió. Mi mundo se rompió en ese instante. —Seguirá siendo la señora Falcone —añadió, sin emoción—. Tendrá todo lo que quiera. Así que eso era yo para él. Un medio. Un cuerpo. Un sacrificio. Mi “protector”… siempre perteneció a otra. ¿Ese hijo que crecía dentro de mí, manchado por su mentira? No lo quería. ¿Y ese matrimonio construido sobre traición? Se terminó.

Yo era la princesa de la familia Hillrose. Él era Blair Falcone, Don de la familia Falcone. Una combinación perfecta. Éramos la pareja de poder de la ciudad de New Horizon, la envidia de todos en el bajo mundo. Hasta tres días antes de nuestra boda. En un momento, estábamos perdidos el uno en el otro, su cuerpo moviéndose dentro de mí, sus labios dejando un rastro de fuego sobre mi piel. Al siguiente, él estaba anunciando tranquilamente: —Flora, hay algo que tengo que decirte. Legalmente, ya tengo una esposa. El viejo me casó con ella hace seis años. Es la hija de un hombre que recibió una bala por él. —Si puedes vivir con eso —continuó—, nuestro matrimonio sigue en pie. Tal como estaba planeado. Lo miré, incrédula. —¿Y yo qué? ¿Qué fueron nuestros seis años? Dio una lenta calada a su puro. —Sé de qué va esto. Entonces, ¿qué vas a hacer? Mi mano se movió instintivamente hacia mi vientre. Él no lo sabía. Iba a contarle mi feliz secreto esta noche: estaba embarazada. Pero ahora, no iba a decirle ni una maldita cosa.

Yo era una chica de los suburbios que se enamoró de Damon Vitale, el padrino más temido de Nueva York. Durante cinco años, fui suya. Recibí nueve balas por él. Él besaba mis cicatrices mientras yo me desangraba por su causa. Me estrechaba contra él. Abrochaba el collar de la reina alrededor de mi garganta. Luego, una vez que sanaba, me poseía sin sentido, con una pasión que se sentía eterna. Pensé que pasaríamos nuestras vidas juntos. Pensé que se casaría conmigo. Pero en nuestra noche número 999 juntos, me dijo que estaba comprometido. Con Bianca, una princesa de la mafia de una familia rival. Me tragué mis lágrimas. Él simplemente me tomó de la barbilla, me sopló el humo en la cara y se rió. —Realmente no pensaste que podrías casarte conmigo, ¿verdad, Nora? Seamos claros. Nosotros tenemos sexo. Eso es todo. No eres una socia. Eres una pieza de arte que colecciono. Una mascota de mi propiedad. Una mascota. Eso es todo lo que él siempre quiso que yo fuera. En lugar de eso, tomé un teléfono desechable. [Acepto su oferta. Tres días. Sáquenme de este maldito Nueva York.]

“You’re mine now,” Nero’s voice was low, rough velvet that sent chills down her spine. “No one touches what’s mine. No one even thinks about touching what he can't afford- his life.” A flicker of heat curled through Amara’s body despite herself. “Don’t kid yourself ” she shot back. “This marriage exists only because of our children.” He gave a short, dangerous laugh. “Is that what you tell yourself to sleep at night whenever I hear you orgasm at the thought of me every night?” ~~~~~~~~~` Two years earlier, Amara had spent a single reckless night with Nero De Santoro — the man whispered about as the most ruthless crime lord in Italy. That night left her with more than regret; it left her with his twins Determined to keep her children safe from his violent world, she vanished without a trace, raising her daughter in the shadows. But when her children fell dangerously ill, Amara’s desperate search for help forced her to face the one man she swore she’d never see again. Nero was stunned to learn he had a daughter — and cruelly clear about his terms. If Amara wanted his support, she would have to marry him. What began as a cold-blooded arrangement soon twisted into something neither could control. Amara expected to despise him, but behind the walls of his power, she glimpsed pieces of a man she didn’t recognize — protective, haunted, almost tender. Every argument, every stolen glance, every night they shared blurred the line between hate and hunger. Until Amara uncovered a devastating secret — a connection between Nero De Santoro, her husband, and the tragedy that had destroyed her family years ago. A tragedy that had made her turn her back on her Mafia bloodline..........

He was dubbed the Devil's incarnate because of his fierce persona. After all, he was the feared, ruthless American Russian mafia Don Vladivostok Konstantin Kostya. Love wasn't meant for him, he had his demons until he met her. She was never enough, she was the thorn amid beautiful roses. Everything she wanted and had was taken away from her and she was ok with that, having only a boyfriend who loved her but soon that too was taken away. After she had just returned from a date with her boyfriend Zeus, she got the news. "Get ready Magaret. You'll be getting married tomorrow." Those were her father's words, he said them with coldness evident in his voice, no sign of compassion in his eyes. The moment she heard those words her world crumbled, and her heart arched as she felt her breath get stuck in her throat. And when she found out the identity of her soon-to-be husband she thought it was the end of her. Never did she think it would happen but she fell for him, the man she was supposed to hate!

Sarian’s life has never been easy, but stripping to keep her sister safe and the bills down was a small price to pay — until Don Julio Rossini walked into the club where she dances. The ruthless mafia lord isn’t just there for a show; he’s hunting her father, who stole something precious from him. Betrayed by a childhood friend and with no escape, Sarian is into Don Julio’s dangerous world, where power is currency, fidelity is fragile, and desire is a must. When Sarian fails to deliver her father, Don Julio offers her a deal, her body in exchange for her family’s safety. But as she fights to reclaim her freedom, she discovers a darker side Don Julio has adversaries who want her just as important as he does but there is something different, Don Julio is in love with her. Trapped in a deadly game of control and temptation, Sarian must decide — submit to Don Julio ’s demands or outsmart him before he consumes her fully.

J'étais une gamine des bas-fonds quand je suis tombée amoureuse de Damon Vitale, le Parrain le plus redouté de Paris. Pendant cinq ans, j'ai été à lui. J'ai encaissé neuf balles pour lui. Il embrassait mes cicatrices pendant que je me vidais de mon sang pour lui. Il me serrait contre lui. Il passait le collier de la reine autour de mon cou. Puis, une fois remise, il me baisait jusqu'à me faire perdre toute notion de moi-même, avec une passion qui donnait l'illusion de l'éternité. Je croyais que nous passerions nos vies ensemble. Je pensais qu'il m'épouserait. Mais lors de notre neuf cent quatre-vingt-dix-neuvième nuit ensemble, il m'a annoncé qu'il était fiancé. À Bianca, une princesse de la mafia issue d'une famille rivale. J'ai avalé mes larmes. Il s'est contenté de m'attraper par le menton, de souffler la fumée à mon visage et de rire. « Tu n'as quand même pas cru que tu pourrais m'épouser, n'est-ce pas, Nora ? Soyons clairs. On baise. C'est tout. Tu n'es pas une partenaire. Tu es une œuvre d'art que je collectionne. Une chatte qui m'appartient. » Une chatte. C'est tout ce qu'il a jamais voulu que je sois. Alors j'ai attrapé un téléphone jetable. « J'accepte ton offre. Trois jours. Sors-moi de Paris. »

Sophia, the granddaughter of a notorious Mafia Don, sneaks out for one night of freedom, and ends up in the arms of a stranger. That stranger turns out to be Ryker, the Alpha-elect of a powerful werewolf pack. When he discovers she’s human, he rejects her, fearing the backlash of taking a human mate. But Sophia is already carrying his twins. After her father’s sudden death, Sophia is consumed by grief and the weight of her bloodline. She keeps the pregnancy, determined to keep her family legacy going while she tries to protect her children. Years later, Ryker uncovers the truth. Now, he must navigate a dangerous world of loyalty, power, and rekindled desire to reclaim what he lost. But will Sophia ever let him close again… especially now that she’s become the new Don?

"You want me, Davina. You can deny it all you want. I will make you scream the truth." His voice, a guttural purr, slid over my skin, igniting a shameful, undeniable heat. His hot, possessive gaze consumed me, stripping me bare, making my body clench with fear and anticipation. I was trembling, aching, for a man who I should hat. The man that can destroy me. --- The anonymous call pulled Davina Wilson into a nightmare realm of carnal secrets and violence. Summoned to her estranged father's bedside, she found a brutal aftermath reeking of raw power. Malcolm's chilling dismissal and her stepmother's icy glare hinted at a depraved family darkness she'd never imagined. Then came Ezra, a formidable, unapologetically masculine force, unsettlingly aware of a past Davina had erased thirteen years ago—a past he was determined to excavate and brand as his own. Plunged into a dangerous underworld to shield her family, Davina found herself Ezra's captive. He hungered to devour her innocence, seeing a wild, unyielding lust he was determined to dominate and unleash. His possessive interest deepened into an all-consuming claim. He was the alpha predator she should flee, yet the forbidden craving was undeniable. As Davina navigated this treacherous landscape, the lines between captor and savage lover, threat and intoxicating surrender, blurred. An attraction so potent ignited, promising either her ultimate downfall or a dark, exhilarating damnation.