Dangerously Yours Trailer Novels & Stories

I was here, in what’s considered the most dangerous city in the United States. If it weren’t for Kim, there’s no way I’d go through all this trouble, traveling so far just to fetch her damn documents. Damn her scatterbrain for always forgetting important stuff and dragging me into her personal courier service. Pulling my phone out of my bag, I dialed Kim’s number. I prayed she’d pick up quickly so that the incident that I won’t tell wouldn’t happen again like last time.

Claire put on her screensaver—a picture of her, her brother and father—to cover up what she’d just found, though the image of the man was now permanently burned into her brain. Malik Hassani. She sat back and ran an unsteady hand through her hair. Her heart was racing double time because of what she’d just discovered on file. Holy shit, Gage and the others had no idea what they were up against. She had to warn them.

"What do they take us for? They really need to upgrade their tactics." "We just need to get to the boss, Sam, and this will be over for the police chasing us," Danger declared. I mentally scolded him for being too blunt, but knew it was futile. Daisy had likely pieced together the truth from the police announcement, and Danger was right – there was no point hiding it from her now. I swerved left, commandeering a trailer, and narrowly avoided a police vehicle that had gotten too close. I slammed into it, causing the driver to lose control and crash into another car.

Aria Pov: The safe house was a fortress disguised as a mansion, all cold steel and glass tucked away in the hills outside the city. It was my father’s creation, a place he’d built for “emergencies,” though he’d never told me what that meant. Now, as I stood in the sterile living room, the walls lined with monitors blinking security feeds, I felt like a bird in a gilded cage. Damien and Kade had driven me here at dawn, after that shadow, or drone, or whatever it was, had flickered past my penthouse window. The air was thick with tension, their presence was a constant reminder that my life wasn’t mine anymore.

The scent of her shampoo mixed with smoke and rain, grounding him even in chaos. Cole glanced at them both, grim. “They’re not stopping, Dante. Whoever’s after her…they want blood.” Dante’s grip tightened around Amara as he turned to Cole, voice low and deadly. “Then they’ll drown in theirs.” Amara looked between them—the man who claimed to protect her, and the one who claimed to save her. And for the first time, she didn’t know which of them was more dangerous. Her voice broke softly against the silence. “That was the night I realized Dante wasn’t my danger… he was my war.”

Volume 1: Dangerous Attraction TRAVIS RATION HUNCHED over the hotel desk and flipped to the first page of the autopsy report. The lights from the Vegas strip cast globes of colored light onto the paper, but the glitz and glamour held no sway for him. Only the poor woman in the photo.

“None of this is your fault. Do you hear me? Not one bit. You’re safe now. You’re safe with me.” Somewhere far off, the shrill wail of sirens began to pierce the heavy air. Someone must have called the police. Dain, still groaning and battered, began dragging himself toward the door — desperate to escape judgment. But Travian turned sharply, his voice icy cold and merciless. “If you’re still here when they arrive,” he said like a death sentence, “I won’t stop them from dragging you out like the filth you are.” Dain spat blood on the floor, saying nothing more. He staggered out, leaving behind nothing but the bitter stench of violence and a silence that screamed.

Killian, Maizie shouted at her, and she huffed, wrapping her arms around her chest defensively. But then Wesley went to where she was standing and made her look at him. “She is right, Jemma. Did you ever consider how dangerous this thing was?! You might have gotten hurt or else died and we would be there watching you. This was so stupid of you. Are you trying to prove something here? Tell me because I really don’t understand.” The man said in annoyance, and honestly he was right in every word he said. This was dangerous and stupid at the same time.

Dimitri paced, round the living room with his hand in his pocket, waiting and waiting. After some minutes, the voice sounded again. “Sunny bridge cafe.” He said. Dimitri stopped. “Check their cameras and send me the videos.” Then, he cut the call and moved back to the couch. Some minutes later, his phone beeped. The information needed has been entered. He opened it and when he clicked on the video, he pulled his hair in frustration. He was only able to see them, he couldn't hear what they were saying. He watched the video over and over again, taking in Vincent's panicked face. Then, he shook his head. Since Vincent doesn't want to say anything, Elora will bear it. And if she refuses, he will

"That's exactly what she wants. She wants you alone. She wants you vulnerable. She's been planning this the entire time." The captain stepped forward. "We can trace the call. We can find where she's holding the woman." "She'll move her," Maya said. "She always moves fast." Leo started to cry. Marcus held him tighter. "We just survived a bomb," Marcus said. "We just survived your ex-husband trying to kill all of us. And now you want to walk into a trap?" "I want to save Nan." "You can't save her if you're dead." Maya looked at the livestream. Fifty million people watching. Fifty million people who had just watched Damson confess. Fifty million people who knew who Damson's mother was now.