The Devil Makes Three Novel

Devyn Reilly isn't a socialite or mafia princess - she's down on her luck and it shows. Her rent is due, bills needed to be paid and she just got fired. Her singing career was going the same way as her life was - nowhere. But would all this be enough to make her go down The Rabbit Hole? Kieran Teague is a ruthless Irish mob boss, known to be so callous that even the Russian Pakhan of New York was wary of him. Stepping into his newly opened BDSM club, The Rabbit Hole, he did not expect to be intrigued by a lowly new dancer. However, the second she opened her mouth to sing, he knew he had to have her. Will the ruthless mobster be softened by the submissive siren? *Book 3 of The Mafia Trinity Series of Novels*

On my wedding day, my fiancée's adopted younger brother, Jason Sanders, suddenly stood up to toast us as we were exchanging rings. "The first toast is for my sister. She gave herself to me last night so that I wouldn't feel insecure, making me her first man." After he said that, he kissed my fiancée, ignoring the strange looks from everyone. "The second toast is for my brother-in-law. Don't be fooled by my sister's usual aloof demeanor around you; she's actually very passionate in bed. Even though you're impotent, you've still struck gold." My fiancée, Wendy Sanders, covered his mouth in a hurry and tried to laugh it off. "He’s just rambling because he's drunk. Just ignore him." But Jason broke free from Wendy and looked at me challengingly. "The third toast is for everyone. Since Wendy is getting married today, I would like to personally put the ring on her finger. I'm sure no one has any objections, right?"

"Since you can't get pregnant, just leave" So Grace got in touch with his rival... Her:"Help me destroy him. you can have whatever you want." Him:"Can l have you?" In a world divided among three powerful rulers—the Lycan King, Alpha King, and Rogue King Grace Windsong, a strong-willed Luna, finds herself betrayed by her Alpha husband. Unable to bear children, Grace is cast aside as her husband openly embraces his fated mate. Determined to seek revenge and reclaim her dignity, she strikes a deal with the Lycan King, Alexander Black, her husband’s fiercest rival. Yet, as their alliance intensifies, buried passions and bitter secrets resurface, turning their quest for vengeance into a dangerous game of love, betrayal, and redemption. With enemies on all sides, Grace must decide if she can overcome her past and navigate the dangerous politics of the werewolf world, while confronting her past and fighting for her future—or lose everything in the process...

"I don't belong to anyone," Brenda said, taking a step back. "You're mine, and you're always going to be mine," Damien replied, leaning closer and whispering in her ears. "Then show me you love me," she bit back. "Show me you—" His lips crashed into hers immediately as he pinned her to the wall. He let all his desires out as he claimed her lips hungrily. ****************************************** All her life, Brenda Williams has done everything her father asked. Because of his gambling excesses, she is forced to work tirelessly in school for her family. But when her father orders her to marry a mafia lord twice her age because of his debts, she doesn't find it hard to run away. Unfortunately, she is roped into another marriage with another ruthless mafia lord before she can bat an eye. Consumed with burning questions and a threat to her life, she struggles with the unfound hatred from her new husband. This unleashes a series of dangerous games, kidnap threats, burning emotions, and family secrets that lead Brenda to one question: WHY HER? Will she be able to figure out the real reason behind her sham marriage, or will she run out without turning back? Can she escape three mafia lords who want her for different reasons?

My family has always considered me a harbinger of misfortune. It's all because I can see a countdown to my relatives' deaths. I tell them when my grandfather, father, and mother will die. It all comes true due to various accidents. My three brothers hate me to the core because they think I cursed my parents and grandfather. My mother actually dies after giving birth to my younger sister, but my brothers dote on her to no end. They say she's their lucky star because everything goes well for the family after she's born. But didn't Mom die while giving birth to her? On my 18th birthday, I see my death countdown when I look at myself in the mirror. I buy an urn I like and prepare a meal. I want to have one last meal with my brothers, but none of them show up even when the timer hits zero…

Elisa, an orphaned omega, no longer believes in love because her mate, the pack's leader, cheated on her. She only wanted to live her life alone, not wanting to share the mate bond with anyone. However, the moon goddess had other plans for her, and she discovered that she has three mates. Her three mates, who were Alphas of various packs, added to the tension. domineering, controlling, and intrusive—yet insanely attractive. What happens when she lives under the same roof with all three of them?

Three mates. One obsession. A past that refuses to be forgotten. On the night of her mating ceremony, Emilia lost everything, her fated mate, her future, and her life. Betrayed by the one person she trusted most, she died with a broken heart. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Reborn with a second chance, Emilia returns stronger… and this time, she’s not just fated to one Alpha, but three. The MoonClaw triplets fierce, possessive, and deeply in love with her. Just when happiness feels within reach, her past life crashes into the present along with Xavier, her former step brother turned deadly stalker. He remembers everything… and he’s willing to destroy anyone to make Emilia his.

My wife was a surgeon. She saved plenty of lives in her career. However, the only person she failed to save was me. When I was involved in an accident with her long-time crush, she immediately saved him instead. I had been dead for three months, and that was when she realized the person who had been messaging her during this time was not me and started to panic.

Hands. So many hands. They're everywhere, sliding up my thighs, gripping my hips, tangling in my hair. I can't see their faces, but I don't need to. I feel them. Three of them, surrounding me, claiming me. One behind me, his chest pressed against my back, his breath hot against my neck. Another in front, his mouth trailing fire down my throat. The third watching, waiting, his presence a dark promise.* "You're ours," one of them growls, and the sound vibrates through my entire body.

For three years, we held a wedding in name only—my husband, Kit Rutgers, a pilot, canceled our marriage registration eighteen times. The first time, his female trainee, Katy Ferguson, had a test flight. I waited outside the county clerk’s office the whole day. The second time, he got a call from her mid-drive, made a sharp U-turn, and left me standing on the side of the road. After that, every time we planned to make it official, some crisis with Katy mysteriously arose. Eventually, I chose to walk away. But the moment I boarded a plane to Solara, he lost his mind—and chased me there.