L.P. Lovell

The kind of life I’ve lived, it haunts you. Stains you. Destroys you. It took everything from me. My love. My family… my transgressions were paid with Tor and Cayla’s blood and I want revenge. Blood. Death. His head in my hands. I’ve lost everything, and all that’s left to do is end the men who took them from me. Betrayal. Secrets. Vengeance.

What would you do for one million dollars? Or rather, what wouldn’t you do? Would you play a game? One contract. Two Guys. Three players. Four Strikes. Five rules. Six zeros. Seven days. No safe words. No questions. Complete submission. Are you game?

Anna I am a whore. A slave. A possession. I accepted my fate long ago, but fate is not done with me yet. Freedom is so close I can almost taste it, only to have it snatched away under the guise of protection. A gilded cage is still a cage. Friend or foe? Saviour or oppressor? Rafael D’Cruze is a bad man. I hate him, so why do I feel safe with him? Rafael She’s a favour. Collateral. A pretty slave. I have no interest in her beyond keeping her alive for the man who now owns her. And yet…I’m fascinated by the little Russian. There is no room for weakness in my world, but it appears the delicate rose has steel petals. I’m willing to bleed for a willing touch, a trusting glance… A broken little bird. The big bad wolf. A longing that could heal or destroy. Hate me or hold me?

I have spent my entire life fighting. Fighting for survival. Fighting my past. Fighting to keep anyone from getting to close. Until him. Theodore Ellis. He’s my light in the darkness. The only person who makes me truly feel. My most unlikely of saviours. No matter how hard I try, I can’t seem to fight him. No matter how many blows I rain down on him, he remains, loyal and unmoving. I love him. I need him. Theo is my vulnerability, the chink in my armour, but he is also my strength. I can’t fight him anymore. The past only holds as much power as you allow it to. It’s time to tell my story. It’s time to bare my soul, and let Theo into my dark world. It’s time to take back my power. Love is a war. She who dares wins. I’m ready to risk it all. I’m ready to surrender.

Tor My life was mapped out and planned to perfection. I knew exactly what I wanted and where I was going, until I was thrust into his world and ripped from mine. In the blink of an eye everything shattered, proving to be nothing more than a cheap illusion. Now I’m living in this twisted form of hell, where enemies and friends are one and the same. I thought I wanted perfection. Now I don’t know what I want - perhaps not even my own freedom. Jude I'm the definition of wrong. I'm violent, I'm greedy, and I stop at nothing to win. I'm a notorious bookie and in my game paying with your life is not just a figure of speech. You lose, I collect. I take whatever you have. She’s collateral for a debt, and if that debt's not paid someone will die. This should be just business, so why can’t I kill her? Everything is not always as it seems. Lust. Blood. Lies. Nothing this wrong should feel so right.

Love is a war in which only the fearless may conquer. The loss of love is a test in survival. Love. It’s such an understated word. It has the ability to grip you so hard you become completely consumed by it, and when it releases you, you find yourself on your knees. Lilly Parker has me on my knees and I cannot muster the will to stand. Betrayal. It’s all the worse when it comes from those we love. The pain, that much more intense. The loss, that much more heart breaking. I took a chance on Theodore Ellis and I lost. How hard is Theo willing to fight for the woman he loves? Can Lilly fight her demons, or will she push away the only man capable of facing them with her? Conquered is the emotional, gritty second part of Lilly and Theo's story. *Conquered is the sequel to Besieged and cannot be read as a standalone.* This book contains strong language and sexual content.

Theodore Ellis. Men want to be him, and women want to be underneath him. He’s the entrepreneurial bad boy, the tabloids darling, and as infamous in the bedroom as he is in the boardroom. Theo is the moral free man whore, that women can’t even bring themselves to feel ashamed over Lilly Parker. Everything about her screams sex. She’s beautiful, strong, intelligent and independent. She’s the career driven, man-eater, who can make a grown man feel like a sixteen year old boy. What happens when a player meets his match? This is alpha versus alpha, as two major players make and break the rules. The game is about to change. Hearts will become dangerously besieged, and walls will be battered to the ground. Love is a war. She who dares…wins.

My life went pitch black with a single command from the man I thought I loved— “ Take her as collateral ” . I was a naïve college student, delivered into the violent world of Jude Pearson, an infamous criminal and murderer. And the only thing I could think about was escape. But with each passing day, the dark beauty that lurked within his moss-green eyes pulled me in a little deeper. Each rough touch, each gruff demand, dragged me deeper beneath his cold waters until I no longer wanted to break the surface. And how was I supposed to make it out alive when I craved the touch of the man I knew would kill me? I convinced myself I wouldn’t. That maybe neither of us would…

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe. She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be. Little does she know… For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

They call me the Kiss of Death; a bratva assassin, feared by even the most powerful of men. Only a mad man would blackmail me… And Nero Verdi certainly has a reputation for madness. Ruthlessly ambitious, the Italian kingpin is akin to the devil himself. But even the devil can’t escape death. Unless she falls in love with him… I have many names, but he calls me his.

Power is rarely an addiction of the pure. And he and I are both irrevocably tainted. He should be the enemy, but Ronan Cole is an addiction that has driven me to madness. Back and forth we go, up and down, round and round. I hate him. I love him. I want to kill him. No man will ever love me with such twisted depravity. Together we are unstoppable. But what happens when an enemy dares to comes after us? The hunt is always better when the queen is just as hungry as her king. This love story has no heroes.

I killed my father and started a mafia war. The marriage I’ve been running from may now be my only salvation. The problem is, I can no longer say I don’t want Giovanni Guerra. And wanting a man like him could prove far more dangerous than my traitorous family. All is fair in love and war, and vengeance… vengeance will be mine.

I’m a priest, a messenger of God, a good man. At least that’s what I would have them all believe. She’s a lost lamb, cast adrift from her flock and seeking shelter from the wolves snapping at her heels. She’s looking for salvation, protection, forgiveness for her sins. I’m not the man to give it to her. But for the first time in my life, I want to be. Little does she know… For even Satan disguises himself as an angel of light.

True power is never held by good men, only the most perfect of villains. And she and I are both villains… I stole her from her precious cartel, and now she's my pretty little pawn. She should fear me, but she doesn't. I'll have to teach her… I put a gun to her head and she holds a knife to my throat. Round and round we go, inviting the sickness that consumes us both. We play our twisted game with sweet threats and cruel promises, neither backing down. I crave her madness in the most depraved ways. Only a woman as ruthless as Camilla could ever make me weak, and she'd love to watch me crumble. Two very bad people who want very bad things are never safe together. Some love stories have no heroes.

My uncle may be the boss of the Chicago Outfit, but there’s one man even he fears, Giovanni Guerra. Yet he sold me to him—as his wife. For an alliance. For power. The boss of the New York family is beautiful and deadly, and he stokes a fire in me that might destroy us both. He may believe he was sold a submissive mafia princess, but Giovanni Guerra is about to find out that I am no one’s pawn. The only vow I make is one of lust and fury.

Una To many, I am little more than a myth. The Kiss of Death, a hired killer, revered by some of the greatest criminal organisations in the world. Trained by the bratva themselves, without conscience, without mercy, the perfect soldier. I’ll kill anyone… for a price. Death doesn’t discriminate, she sells to the highest bidder, but even I have a weakness. Nero I want one thing—power. But power is merely a game of strategy. The pieces are on the chess board. Death is my queen, and also my pawn. She’ll paint this city red in exchange for the one thing she wants. Now all I have to do is watch it all play out. She’s nothing more than a weapon, and yet, I find myself wanting to dance with death, to possess her. And I always get what I want. A game of power. A risk that could cost her everything. An obsession that would see the world burn at their feet. A bloodied king. A broken queen. Kill me or kiss me?

0.5 in The Kiss of Death Series. Prequel novella to Kill Me. At thirteen years old I was sold, doomed to become a sex slave. Nicholai Ivanov, boss of the Russian Bratva, gave me the ultimate gift. He saved me from a fate worse than death. He promised to make me strong, because only the strong survive, and the weak die, forgotten and inconsequential. I now live in a world of blood and violence, where humanity itself is a weakness. My life is not a battle of bad and good, but bad and worse. This is kill or be killed, survival of the fittest. Make me or break me?

Tor Jude and I managed to salvage something beautiful from the war torn rubble of our lives, a blissful happiness that we paid for in blood. We fought our way here, leaving pieces of ourselves along the way. I thought this was the happily ever after in our twisted fairy tale, but I was wrong. Jude I may be free by definition. That freedom came at a heavy cost and my family is about to pay the price. At any moment, this façade will come crashing down. Hard. The life I've lived—that kind of world—it stains you, and no matter how hard you try, you can never escape its wrath. Not even in death. Love. Fear. Loss. We're walking a wire and all that's beneath us is destruction.

Tor Jude Pearson could just as well kill me as kiss me most days. He was my captor, my living hell, and yet, he became my saviour, my heart. Stupid. He's heartless, conditioned to feel nothing, and so I ran... straight into the clutches of his enemy. Joe Campbell wants Jude to suffer, and I just became a pawn in a very dangerous game. Joe has broken me in every way, everything that I once was stripped away, and in its place is festering hatred and a rage so cold I feel nothing else. I have one purpose. Revenge. Jude Love makes you weak; it makes you irrational. She was collateral, completely innocent when she was unwillingly dragged into my corrupt world. With the damage I'd already caused her, I couldn't let her love me, so I let her go, and now...he has her. No matter where she is, she will always be mine. This man has taken every-fucking-thing from me, and he has the last thing that matters to me. I will kill him. Slowly. Joe Campbell better run because the devil is fucking coming for him. Sometimes two wrongs can make a right. Rage. Hate. Revenge. Our Wrath binds us, but it may also break us.