Mark of Stars by Tessa Hale ~ Blog Tour w/ 4.5 Star Review & Excerpt!

All Rowan wanted was a normal senior year.

Mark of Stars, the all-new reverse harem paranormal romance and the second book in the Shifting Fate Trilogy from Tessa Hale is now available!

All Rowan wanted was a normal senior year. To fade into the background of her classmates. Instead, her entire world has been turned upside down. Words she never thought she would utter are now a part of her everyday life. Shifters. Powers. Bonds.

Comfort comes from the five fated mates who would do anything to protect her. Their connections are deepening, yet Rowan isn’t convinced all of them want her. Holden has secrets. Vaughn comes to her rescue in one breath and cuts her to the core with the next. But Anson, Lucas, and Keene will do anything to make their bond work and to convince Rowan that she’s all they’ve ever wanted.

They’re all trying, but each new development leaves Rowan reeling. As they realize just what kind of gift Rowan has, they discover it’s impossible to know who to trust.

Because there are those who lurk in the shadows, forces that want the power Rowan has humming beneath her skin. And they will stop at nothing to get it…

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Feels 3
Steam 4
Storyline 5
Overall Rating 4.5
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After that huge cliffhanger we were left with at the end of Spark of Fate, we’re finally back together with Rowan and her five mates. Life on the compound is getting easier for Rowan. She finally feels like she has a real family. She has a place she feels at home after basically being abandoned by her adoptive family after her sister’s tragic death. We do get some much needed answers in this book but that also a ton more questions. Filled with suspense, drama, power, angst and steam, Mark of Stars takes us on a non-stop action ride that ends with another monster cliffhanger.

“Not because of some bond, but because your heart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever encountered.”

As Rowan learns more about who and what she is, her relationship with each of her five mates continues to grow and bonds start to form. Some willingly and some not so much. Vaughn is still his mysterious and grouchy self. Although he says he doesn’t want the bond, we start to understand why he feels the way he does. I went from being slightly annoyed with him to completely and utterly intrigued. I already loved Lucas, Keene and Anson. But in this book we did get to see another side of Vaughn and Holden and now I love them too. I really liked how the author gave us more on each of the mate’s individual gifts in this book. How the bond could help them all. We met them all in book one but in book two we really got to know them. We also see a ton of character and relationship growth. It definitely didn’t hurt that there were plenty of hot and heavy scenes that were off the damn charts.

“Sparks danced across my skin, that invisible tether between us all pulling tighter.”

As Rowan and the rest of the pack start to sense how powerful Rowan may be, the council comes calling and wants her power. People from Rowan’s past start popping up. Some wanted and some with the intent to harm. There’s tons of mystery and suspense in the second half of this book. Rowan’s mates will do anything to protect her, but will that be enough? This book was as face paced as the first. It was a non-stop roller coaster ride. I really enjoyed this story and getting to know each of Rowan’s mates a little more. Each has something special and unique to bring to the table. I love the six of them together. But that cliffhanger? That was torture. I can’t wait until the next book is here!

“It was a sense of belonging. Comfort. In a time when my world was falling apart, they were my rock.”


Anson cupped my face, leaning in close. “You saw through to the deepest parts of me from the first day we met. No one has ever called me on my shit like that. No one’s ever seen how much I might be hurting or what I was using to hide it. I’m falling for you, Ro. Not because of some bond, but because your heart is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever encountered. You’re kind and strong and so damn courageous it’s terrifying. It’s the greatest honor of my life to be yours.”

I wanted to believe those words. To hope that maybe Anson was falling for me because of who I was and not what I was. But it wasn’t just Anson in this bond. There were four other guys and not all of them felt that way.

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Take Me by CD Reiss ~ Blog Tour w/ Excerpt!

Kidnapped on my wedding day.
Held by a monster who wants vengeance on my father.
Married to him against my will.

Take Me, the delicious and dangerously dark mafia romance from New York Times bestselling author C.D. Reiss is available now!

Mafia King, Dario Lucari spent years planning his revenge. Today, he executes it.

Kidnapped on my wedding day.

Held by a monster who wants vengeance on my father.

Married to him against my will.

Suddenly thrust into a world of betrayal, lies and deviance, all I have to do to escape is destroy everything I’ve ever loved, and love the man I must destroy.

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How can I still be here? I clutch the sharp piece of pottery under my glove. It’s a safety blanket. A choice I can make in a situation where my decisions are meaningless.

Hovering in half consciousness, my eyes are closed when the door bangs open again and Dario enters, carrying a tall glass of water. He sets it on a dirty counter in front of me, then leans against the table, crossing one long leg over the other.

I get to my feet and approach the glass, wary but unable to stay away from it. I’ve never been this thirsty in my life; my eyeballs burn, and my tongue is cracked into layers of plaster.

Dario watches me silently, but as I reach out to take the glass, he slaps my hand away. I’m already weak and dizzy, and the force of the blow makes me stumble and spin.

“Please!” I cry. I realize I’m on my knees. I had intended to be strong, to refuse to let him see me suffer any more, but I am so, so thirsty.

“Take that stupid dress off.”

I shake my head. I’m past caring about modesty. I care about the dress. It’s ruined, but it’s mine. I worked on it for months, my fingers numb from stitching, my eyes and back aching as I labored into the night. It may be the only piece of home left to me besides my own body, and I will not take it off.

He shrugs and picks up the glass of water.

I remain defiant.

He turns to go.

And when I feel the triangle of clay inside the wrist of my glove, I think, with blinding clarity, I cannot die here.

“Okay,” I say.

He stops, turns around, but does not put down the glass.

I slip the dress off slowly, regretfully, because as awful as it looks, the fabric is still fine, soft and sweet, a reminder of who I was and what I expected so few sunrises ago. The gloves stay and so do the undergarments I wore to please Sergio because Dario just said to take off the dress and I’m weak but not dead. I’m not giving him anything he doesn’t ask for.

He places the glass back on the table. Then he sweeps a hand through the dust and dirt on its surface and sprinkles them into the water. I watch helplessly as it clouds over in the sunlight.

“Down to the skin,” he says. “Show me every inch.”

The suggestion in his command floods my dry veins with resistance.

“You said the dress.” I hold out my left hand—the one without the distorting piece of pottery under the glove. “Give it to me.”

This time, he takes a discarded nursery container and pinches out white-flecked potting soil. He drops it in the water like a chef seasoning too heavily.

“It’s going to be mud soon,” he says. “If you aren’t naked.”

“Where’s my father?” I squeak without spit. “Did he give you what you want?”

“Haven’t spoken to him since the car.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“We tried. He won’t negotiate with outsiders . . . so . . . take off all your fucking clothes.”

I do everything I can not to keep from crying as I lower my white lace underpants and slip out of my matching bra, hands shaking the entire time. I leave the gloves and garter, hoping they’re beside the point.

“I know what you’re hiding in your glove. You’re not going to kill me with a broken flower pot.”

“It wasn’t for you.”

He nods with understanding but not compassion, as if knowing suicide is on the table adds to a data point and no more, then flicks his finger at me. I peel off the gloves. The shard clatters to the floor. I am now naked except for one thing.

“The garter.”

“Not that.” I ball my hands into fists and look at the floor. “Please.”

He says nothing. I can’t see him, so I let myself hope that he’s considering letting me keep this one strip of fabric and elastic that’s tying me to this earth, to my identity, to the one person who loved me like no other. Maybe he’ll find it arousing.

I’ll risk it, even embrace it, for that glass of cloudy water.

The sound of a plop and a splash catches my attention, and I look up to see him slowly pouring a thin line of water onto the tile.

With a gasp, thoughts of my mother are gone, and I rip off the garter before I lose another precious drop, throwing it at his feet.

“There,” I say, finally bare before him, exposed as I have never been before a man.

My breath skips, and I finally cry, but I don’t have enough water in my body to make tears or snot over this destroyed moment—the first time a man’s eyes see my skin, my nipples, my utter vulnerability.

The moment I took that dress off was supposed to be one of the most beautiful of my life. Instead, it is a violation.

He isn’t satisfied yet though.

“Stay still,” he commands.

He walks behind me, hovering for a moment before grabbing my hair and yanking it back so that I’m gazing up into the camera’s merciless eye.

“Can you imagine how good it will feel,” he murmurs, his breath hot against my neck, “when I let you drink?” He lays his other hand under my chin and slides it down as he speaks. “That cold, sweet water sliding down your throat?”

I nod helplessly, gulping what feels like a lump of garden pebbles.

“Even with a little dirt, a little dust, you’ll take it all down, won’t you? You’re just about ready to beg for it.”

“I’ll beg,” I agree with a voice I don’t recognize. “I’ll do it.”

“You need it,” he says, and I can feel the cruelty of the smile in his voice.

“Please,” I whisper. “Please… please…”

“Say it for the camera.”

Who’s on the other side? His boss? My family? The entire world?

“Please give it to me.”

“Let me swallow it,” he whispers thickly. “Beg.”

“Let . . . let me swallow it all. Please.”

“I know what your body needs. And what you’ll do to get it.”

And then, just as abruptly as he’d grabbed me, he spins me around so that I’m facing him and he pushes me to my knees.

“This will go much easier for you if you play along,” he murmurs.

I’m so weak and dizzy I almost tip over before he pulls me up by the hair on top of my head.

“Steady, principessa.” With his free hand, he opens the fly of his pants, exposing the thick bulge beneath cotton underwear.

He’s going to take it out and force me to taste his cock. Take it down my throat. Swallow his come.

I’ve spent my life waiting for this, and I don’t want it this way . . . but I want it. My body aches to just give up, taste whatever he puts on my tongue. I look up at him, offering whatever he’s willing to take as long as he gives me something to drink.

But he does not release his erection.

Instead, he pulls my head into his crotch. The fabric is damp on my lips, heavy and musty on my nose as he grinds into my face. And he’s hard. So hard. He forces the shape of his shaft along the opening between my lips, and I taste no more than an essence of him . . . but it’s enough. My clit fills and drops, weighted by a constant, brutal pulse of arousal that’s timed to the way he pushes into my face, holding my head still.

My hands steady me against his thighs, then pull him closer.

I want it.

I surrender.

I’ll suck him for water or a glass of sand.

Why is he keeping it behind his clothes?

“Yes,” he growls, putting both hands behind my head and pushing me into his crotch so hard his erection feels like stone on my chin.

I put out my tongue, licking the damp fabric. He stops for a moment. His growl turns into a gasp, and the clothed organ against me pulses. A warm wetness gathers at my cheek.

Then he lets me go, and I fall back on my hands, gasping as I notice the thick wet stain where he came as I licked him.

“Okay,” he says, zipping up. He’s bored again, casual as he hands the glass to me by the top. “You can drink now.”

I do. I am shameless and desperate. I hold it with both hands and savor every drop, dirt and all.

He leaves before I finish, apparently not interested in watching me debase myself further.

I lie naked where he left me, legs in the letter K, bare skin on cold tile, the empty glass a few inches from my hand, watching the clouds form in the grid above me.

The door clicks and whooshes open. The room spins when I bolt to a sitting position. A tray of food, accompanied by a whole pitcher of water, is pushed across the threshold.

The door claps shut again, and the deadbolt smacked home.

I glance at the camera. He’s watching. He has to be.

I should stand up and walk like a human, but by the time I finish making that decision, I’m already crawling on my hands and knees like an animal.

The tray contains a plastic clamshell with a sandwich inside—pink meat spills from a circle of bread split into a pocket. Hushing the raging hunger for a moment, I peek into the pocket and find cheese and the familiarity of mayonnaise. A pink container of yogurt proudly proclaims—next to a bulbous strawberry—that it has REAL FRUIT inside.

I rip it open, ready to suck it down, but I stop.

I stand carefully, my head still swimming not just from my hunger and thirst and poor night’s sleep, but from what just happened. I walk over to my discarded pile of garments and put them on again: the underwear and bra, the ruined dress, my shoes—one close by and one under the camera. I slide the garter up my leg.

I leave the gloves and shard.

Then I put the tray on the counter, right a white plastic chair that matches the one on the roof, and—dressed in silk garments that were once a hopeful symbol of my purity but are now nothing more than a painful, ridiculous reminder of everything I have lost—I hydrate and nourish myself, dreaming of the day I escape the man named Dario with shadow eyes and an empty heart.

About CD Reiss

CD Reiss is a New York Times bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water, which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up she’s at the well hauling buckets.

Born in New York City, she moved to Hollywood, California to get her master’s degree in screenwriting from USC. In case you want to know, that went nowhere but it did give her a big enough ego to write novels.

She’s frequently referred to as the Shakespeare of Smut which is flattering but hasn’t ever gotten her out of chopping that cord of wood.

If you meet her in person, you should call her Christine.

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Scared to Love by Siobhan Davis ~ Blog Tour w/ 4.25 Star Review, Giveaway & Excerpt!

It can’t work.
She’s too broken.
He’s too young.

Scared to Love, an all-new angst-filled dark mafia romance set from USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author Siobhan Davis, is available now!

A new dark mafia friends-to-lovers romance from USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Siobhan Davis.

Serena has felt trapped her entire life, living a lie because it was demanded of her.

Years of torture at the hands of her sadistic husband have left her battered and bruised, but not defeated. She needs to stay strong for her children, and she’s determined to reset her future.

The future she has all thanks to Alessandro.

He saved her that fateful night when her husband died, and he continues to save her as she struggles to piece her life back together.

Yet the closer they get, the more it terrifies her because no man has ever made her feel like this.

It can’t work.

She’s too broken.

He’s too young.

And she’ll never trust a made man again.

Women never get under Alesso’s skin—until Serena. They share an intense connection that can’t be ignored, no matter how hard she tries to push him away.

He knows she’s scared. He is too, but she’s worth the risk. Alesso vows to be patient, until danger resurfaces and now all bets are off. Serena needs to understand how much she means to him and he will do everything to protect her.

The situation grows more tense as the DeLucas plot against Bennett Mazzone and the surviving mafia heirs. But Alesso will lay down his life before he lets Serena get hurt again.

Now his walls are lowered, the gloves are off, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her safe.

Even if it means letting her go.

This is a full-length 105k-word novel with NO cliff-hanger and an HEA, set in the Mazzone Mafia world. This is the third and final book in this series. For readers who enjoy friends-to-lovers, second chance, reverse age-gap, dark mafia romance. May contain triggers – please read the note at the start of the book.

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Feels 3
Storyline 4.25
Steam 3
Overall Rating 4.25
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A slow burn mafia romance that I really enjoyed. Serena was in an abusive arranged marriage and has suffered a lot of trauma from enduring the cruel torture from her husband. This story is after she has escaped but steadily moving her children and herself past their previous situation. And SLOW it is. Serena needs someone in her life who is patient, kind and understanding. ENTER ALESSO. These two start off as friends with a spark and it was sweet to read it move into something more. That man…he has the patience of a saint. I’ve always liked his character but he’s so much more than a bodyguard and playmate to the children. The insight he displays on negotiations and tactics is interesting to see and how Ben values his contributions. While this book definitely focused on the emotional healing by Serena for the majority of the story…once the action and intrigue pick up in the last quarter…it’s very much the page turner suspense book that you expect from Siobhan Davis. Great twist and crazy ending. I’m excited to see where some of these characters venture to next.


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She slams to a halt, turning to face me. “I would never deliberately deceive you. That’s not who I am.” Fire underscores her tone, and I like hearing it.

“I didn’t mean it that way. I know who you are.”

The saddest expression washes over her features. “If that was true, you wouldn’t be standing here with me now. You wouldn’t be spending time with me each day. You would run a mile if you realized exactly who I am.”

I risk stepping a little closer. “I have known you long enough to know the kind of woman you are, Serena. I’d like to think you’ve known me long enough to know you could tell me anything, and it wouldn’t scare me away.” Reaching out slowly, I take her gloved hands in my bare ones. “I spend time with you because I enjoy it. I want to get to know you better. I want to support you as you deal with the things you need to deal with.”

“Why me? I’m too old. Too broken. I have kids. I come with so much baggage I’m completely weighted down with it. I—”

I can’t listen to her beat herself up any longer, so I place two fingers over her mouth, quietly shushing her as I prepare to negate each of her concerns. “One. You’re not too old, and I’m not too young. Age is just a number, and I refuse to allow stupid societal norms to dictate who I spend my time with or categorize the nature of that relationship. Two. Broken is subjective, and we all have our broken parts, but guess what?” I move my fingers from her lips to her cheeks, silently rejoicing when she doesn’t flinch or shy away. “Broken parts can be glued back together. Three, I adore your kids, and they are the cherry on top. And four, every single person in the world has some kind of baggage. It’s called life.”

Tears glisten in her eyes, spilling onto her cheeks. “You’re not real,” she whispers. “You can’t be.”

My heart aches for her because I see the mistrust and disbelief in her eyes. “I’m real, Rena.” Taking her hand, I slip it under my coat and over my shirt-covered chest, where my heart is currently jumping cartwheels in honor of her presence. “I’m as real as it gets.”

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Siobhan Davis is a USA Today, Wall Street Journal and Amazon Top 10 bestselling romance author. Siobhan writes emotionally intense stories with swoon-worthy romance, complex characters, and tons of unexpected plot twists and turns that will have you flipping the pages beyond bedtime! She has sold over 1.5 million books and her titles are translated into several languages.

Prior to becoming a full-time writer, Siobhan forged a successful corporate career in human resource management.

She lives in the Garden County of Ireland with her husband and two sons.

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By Sin I Rise Part 2 by Cora Reilly ~ Blog Tour w/ 4 Star Review & Excerpt!

A fatal bond that was never meant to be.

By Sin I Rise Part 2, the intense, highly anticipated finale to the By Sin I Rise Duet from USA Today bestselling author Cora Reilly is available now!

A fatal bond that was never meant to be.

Marcella gave Maddox the impossible choice, and he chose her.

Still, she wonders if Maddox is ready to commit to a relationship, or if he’s scared of losing the uninhibited freedom his biker lifestyle offered him.

All his life Maddox knew who his enemies were, but suddenly he’s at a loss whom to trust. Will he ever find a place in Marcella’s life and family, or will old companions give him a new home and purpose?

Can enemies ever truly become lovers if the odds are against them?

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I was slightly disappointed in the start of this next chapter of Marcella and Maddox’s story. It didn’t start off as steamy as I had hoped for. There is a lot of anxiety in the new relationship between the two. Do they make it public…do they not? Marcella is a strong woman and making a name for herself. Maddox is trying to find his place in her world.

I love the strong alpha male side to Maddox. But he seemed to bow down a lot in this new version of himself. He doesn’t get to show his alpha side as much in this story and that is too bad. There is a lot of drama in the next storyline and little of the sexiness that I love. So if there was more of that splattered in…it would be five stars. It is so well written. The spiciness was just not there. It started off slow for me and I had a hard time connecting with the book this time around.


“What?” I asked after I’d taken a sip from my drink.

“None of my other bodyguards would ever drink on the job.”

“I’m not really your bodyguard,” I said quietly. The meeting with Giovanni made me resent this charade even more. I wanted to claim Marcella as mine in front of everyone.

“What are you then?” She stepped closer, an almost challenging gleam in her eyes. I could feel the eyes of half the people in the room settling on us, even the few that hadn’t paid us any attention before.

“Your noble servant, Snow White,” I said with a wry smile and took another nip from my drink. I had only eyes for the woman in front me now and the way she looked at me, like she considered me hers as much as I considered her mine.

She shook her head, taking another step closer. “More.”

“I’m more, or you want more?” I asked.

“Both,” she said quietly, stopping right in front of me. Now we had the attention of pretty much the entire room.

“Kiss me,” she said, taking me by surprise. Not that I hadn’t been thinking about doing it.

“You sure? Some of these old ladies look as if that’s more action than they got in years. They’ll talk shit about you.”

“I don’t care what they say. You are my man and we’ve hidden it for too long. I’m sick of bowing to their whims, of being a slave to their rules, of hiding. If my family can accept us, then they better do.”

“Snow White, if we do this, I won’t ever let you go. I’ll be yours till I die. You can have my heart, my soul, my life, and everything else you want from me.”

“I’ll take them all,” she said haughtily before her face softened and those luscious lips pulled into a smile.

I set the glass down, wrapped one arm around Marcella’s slim waist and kissed her, and not a chaste kiss either. I laid my claim on the princess of New York before all of their judgmental eyes, hoping they’d choke on their shock.

The kiss lasted only for a couple of heartbeats, a fleeting moment in time, but with consequences for the rest of our lives.

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Cora Reilly is the author of the Born in Blood Mafia Series, The Camorra Chronicles and many other books, most of them featuring dangerously sexy bad boys. Before she found her passion in romance books, she was a  traditionally published author of young adult literature.

Cora lives in Germany with a cute but crazy Bearded Collie, as well as the cute but crazy man at her side. When she doesn’t spend her days dreaming up sexy books, she plans her next travel adventure or cooks too spicy dishes from all over the world.

Despite her law degree, Cora prefers to talk books to laws any day.

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Ruthless King by Faith Summers ~ Blog Tour w/ 4 Star Review & Excerpt

The truth hurts, but lies can kill…

Ruthless King, an all-new standalone dark mafia romance by Faith Summers is available now!

I offer to do anything to save my father’s life when he’s captured by the devil he owes a debt to.

A three-million-dollar debt. 

So, I became the devil’s spy as I enter the lair of the Cartel King to take a job as a live-in nanny for his niece.

My orders were simple.

All I needed to do was this: 

Get close to the Cartel King. 

Be his to do anything he wants me to do. 

Make him trust me enough to tell me the secrets his enemies need. 

Do that, and I will save my father.

I just never expected to fall in love.

Or that Alejandro Ramírez would be the first man to heal my broken heart.

When he discovers the truth, I may wish I’d died instead of making that deal with the devil. 

Ruthless King’ is the sixth book in the Dark Syndicate series. It is a standalone Age-Gap Dark Mafia Romance, complete with HEA and no cliffhangers.

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Lucia is taken to be a nanny to a cartel king’s child as part of her way to help her father out of debt. While Lucia and Alejandro are attracted to each other, I did not feel the chemistry between them. It was super fast insta love…which unfortunately I do not care for. She doesn’t know anything about this guy except that he’s a cartel leader, killer, murderer and is swooning minutes after she meets him. Knowing he will use her as a human pin cushion. On top of that, she is supposed to be taking care of the most precious thing in the world to him and getting inside info to give to the guy who her dad owes money to.

I saw some of the reviews were glowing for this story and I’m sorry to say that I wasn’t able to connect with the characters. I have seen this storyline before and really need a twist early on in a book for me to like it. Sadly this story did not do it for me, contrary to a lot of readers. A few steamy scenes kept my attention but other than that I skimmed a little. Maybe like the majority of the reviews, you will fall in love with this book and enjoy the insta love.


Raw heat is still streaking through my body just from the mere handshake.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more perfect man.

Eyes the shade of a crow’s wing are locked on mine, and full symmetrical lips

quirk up into a mercurial smile.

His face is all angles with high exotic cheekbones and a chiseled jaw you’d

find on a storybook prince. The bright morning sun shines over his skin, making it

look like the sun kissed it that color bronze.

The gray streaks in his beard, hairline, and temples only serve to highlight his

beauty and strength in what I can see of the rest of his body. As if to highlight that his

perfection came with age and he’ll look even better and better, and sexier, the older

he gets. The silver hoop in his ear tames him a fraction, adding to his style but also

conjuring the image of a pirate in my mind. It gives a glimpse of the conquering cartel

king he is.

Of course, I was given a picture of Alejandro Ramírez before coming to this ill-

fated interview. So, I already knew he looks like a seamless blend of Antonio

Banderas and my all-time favorite Mexican actor Eduardo Verástegui.

Alejandro is what they would look like if they were one person.

The lucid image makes me wonder if I really am stuck in a fucked-up rendition

of a dark fairytale. One where he is the prince and I’m the villain, or maybe everyone

is the antithesis to good in this story.

About Faith Summers

Faith Summers is the Dark Contemporary Romance pen name of USA Today Bestselling Author, Khardine Gray.

Warning !! Expect wild romance stories of the scorching hot variety with the kind of alpha male bad boys best reserved for your fantasies. 

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