Scarpetta Novels In Order Novels & Stories

“Scarlett, don’t do this.” Behind the glass, Victoria began laughing softly. “Now you want her? After making sure I couldn’t save you?” Alexander flinched, but I did not. The doors to the final connection chamber opened at the end of the corridor. Silver light spilled across the floor, bright and merciless beneath the red Blood Moon. I walked toward it. Alexander followed me like a man being led to judgment. At the threshold, he caught my wrist, careful this time not to touch the bandage. “Scarlett,” he whispered, “I can make this right.”

Book 2: Ruthless Daddy Intro: She ran from one cage... straight into another. Scarlett Martinez had one rule on her wedding day: escape at all costs. She slapped her pompous groom, told the priest "no," and ran straight into what she thought was her getaway car. Wrong car. Wrong driver and wrong man entirely. Chapter 1: Wrong Car, Right Devil:

We take our seats, and Antonella sends her daughter Bianca to make us some coffee. After she returns from the kitchen, we sit again in the small living room, and her mother begins her story. "What I know is that my husband started suspecting someone from his business partners' circle because much of the stolen merchandise turned out to be the most profitable, and given how precise they were in targeting those shipments, he started investigating on his own and found that mysteriously, Salvatore had been receiving a lot of money in accounts outside Italy. Don't ask me how he knew because I don't know either. The day my husband was murdered, he received some very important documents. He left me

Scarlet whispered. They prepared in silence. Two predators dressed in silk. Two lies walking toward a truth. And in another part of the city, Flaviana lay sick in her room, whispering prayers for a girl no one could find. Hanks smiled in the mirror. Blanca stepped into her car. Scarlet stared ahead. And the Old Wolf waited—unaware that the next knock on his door would come not from war… …but from the past itself. As Blanca and Scarlet’s car disappeared into the streets toward Gennado Deluca’s estate,

PROLOGUE In the second book of this thrilling supernatural series, our heroine Scarlette finds herself in a dangerous new situation. No longer a goddess, she's now a powerful seer, and she's mated to the vampire king, Gabriel. But Gabriel's clan is not happy with their king's choice of mate. They demand that he either turn Scarlette or reject her, or they will kill her and demand a new vampire queen. With tensions running high and danger lurking around every corner, Scarlette and Gabriel must navigate the treacherous waters of vampire politics and fight for their love. Will they be able to overcome the odds and prove that love conquers all, or will their enemies tear them apart? Find out in

Serena's POV Across the ocean in a dimly lit room, I watched the Ferrari stock prices plummet on my screen while swirling red wine in my glass, settling back into the leather sofa with satisfaction. And sitting across from me now was the most powerful Mafia boss in Sicily—Lorenzo Rosetti. "Congratulations, Mr. Rosetti. Soon the Ferraris will be crushed under your heel." Lorenzo's lips curved into a smile. "Never imagined the spare Ferrari daughter would go after her own family this ruthlessly. Color me impressed."

When she realized I was awake, she looked at me coldly and hissed, saying, "Sienna, this scene should feel familiar to you." I stared at the platform that was identical to my previous life, and the excruciating pain of being smashed to pieces flooded through my body again. I swallowed nervously in terror. I shouted, "You really are insane!" "I'm not insane! I'm just fighting for my happiness! What did I do wrong?" she yelled hysterically, blaming me as if I were guilty. "God gave us two chances at rebirth. In this life, if you had just stayed loyal to me, Connor would've followed the script and pursued me. Why did you betray me?"

Her gaze dropped to my hands, my chest, then back to my face. Her voice was quiet. “This is just the bond talking.” I stepped closer. “Maybe. But it’s still talking.” Scarlett exhaled sharply, her fingers twitching against her thigh. Her body betrayed her—leaning into the tension instead of away from it. Her scent deepened, wrapping around me like smoke. I sat beside her slowly, not touching her. Not yet. “You don’t have to run from this,” I said. “I’m not running.” Her voice was hoarse. “I just don’t know what’s real anymore.”