Spicy Romantasy Books

Note!! There are two books in this series Book 1: Daphne and Theo Book 2: Danielle and Santiago “You’re surprisingly a good dancer... And I’ll surely see more of this; you’re my mate after all." His words dripped with sinister intent, and I felt a chill run down my spine. I still couldn’t understand what he meant by that because, after what happened today, I’m definitely done with this job. "Well, I know what you’re thinking right now; just to make things clear, there’s no way I’m rejecting you, Daphne.” - Daphne, a rogue who worked as a stripper, found out Alpha Bryce and his beta, Mason, were her destined mates. She was heartbroken when Mason rejected her, and Bryce promised her freedom. Instead, he made her a prisoner. He used, abused, and betrayed her. He didn’t want her heart, only her rare bloodline to create a child of power. But when she loses the baby and escapes, fate twists again. Theo—her stepbrother, feared Alpha of the Silver Pack was never supposed to find her. Never supposed to want her. But the mate bond doesn’t care about rules or bloodlines. As Daphne rises from the ashes and war threatens everything, love becomes the most dangerous threat of all. Because the one man who could save her…Is the one she was never meant to love. ************ Book 2: Danielle was supposed to be a prize to settle a gambling debt. Instead, she became the obsession of Mexico’s most feared Mafia Lord. Santiago Dante is ruthless, powerful, and carries a secret that links his dark past to Danielle’s forgotten childhood. He stepped in to save his stepsister’s daughter, but he didn't expect the defiant, beautiful dancer to awaken a hunger he can't control.

I was the Falcone family's top consigliere. Their brain. And today, I was walking away—handing over the books to every legitimate business I ran, severing my final tie. My protégé couldn't understand. "You're the future of this family, Aurelia. You can't just leave." I shook my head with a bitter smile. They didn't know. I'd been secretly married to the Don, Vittorio Falcone, for three years. I thought my looks, my mind, and everything I gave him would be enough to win all of his love. A hit at the docks three months ago showed me the truth. I took thirteen bullets. Emergency. I needed the family surgeon—which required Vittorio's direct order. I called him over a dozen times. But when he finally answered, all I heard was a soft, breathless voice on his end. "Vittorio, we haven't cut my birthday cake. Will you hold my hand and cut it with me?" That voice. My best friend. The woman Vittorio once had a crush on. Carina. In the safe house, weak from blood loss, I dug the bullet out myself and had one of my men rush me to a family clinic. Right before they wheeled me into the OR, Vittorio burst in—carrying Carina. Twisted ankle. Needed a doctor. Now. My surgeon was dragged away. The antibiotics came too late. The wound got infected. I fought for my life for a week. When I woke up, I stared at my phone. Not a single message. The tears finally came. I understood. I was just the woman he'd been forced to marry after he was drugged and slept with me. A scandal averted. All he cared about was my value and his reputation. And me? The secret princess of the Rossi family, who gave up everything to build his empire. All for nothing. So I prepared four parting gifts. A celebration of our mutual destruction. Then he'd never see me again.