Chelle Wolfe

Do psychopaths get a happy ending? I killed his cousin. I admit it. But how was I to know that it would come back around to haunt me? Now the only man I’ve ever loved is being blackmailed to marry an heiress to save me. Good news, I can save myself. But as Parks points out, my best laid plans usually turn into chaos. Parks might be trying to protect me and all I want to know is how many severed heads can fit into his fridge? Don’t worry, I’m up for a red wedding. Want to help me crash? This is the final book in Halle and Parks story.

In a world of killers and kings, she's the one calling the shots trying to prove herself one murder at a time. He's the only one who can bring her to her knees. As the newly self-appointed head of her family's criminal empire, Emilee Rossi is determined to prove herself. But when she catches the eye of a vengeful businessman, Roman Demarco, she realizes that she might have bitten off more than she can chew. Daddy dearest left her with a few messes to clean up and Roman? He’s after her company and revenge for her father's past sins. Emilee is all sunshine and charm, trying to navigate the dark waters of a world she’s only just met. A world where loyalty is everything. And Roman is dark and dangerous, a man who knows exactly what he wants and isn't afraid to take it. With enemies everywhere, and Emilee’s position in the family becoming increasingly precarious, she must decide if she can trust the man who's been her enemy all along. And as Roman’s obsession with Emilee grows, he must decide whether he's willing to risk everything for the woman he's falling for. Welcome to the reign of Emilee, the most unexpected psycho in the Rossi line, where lines blur and boundaries are pushed.

Sometimes life gives you choices. Therapy or a unaliving spree. Therapy was way too expensive. I didn’t chose the life, the life was thrust at me. I guess this is me making lemonade from the rotting lemons handed to me. Someone found me and instead of adding him to my list I’ve added him to my bed. OR rather he’s added me to his - his list and his bed. And the scary thing is? I crave him like I crave my next victim. You can’t fix me and strangely my mystery guy isn’t trying to. No, he’s along for my rollercoaster and the verdicts out on why. Vengeance has always been the game I won. But my luck is running out. I might have accidentally, not accidentally, unalived the wrong guy. He was still bad, but he might have been the son of the mob. Oops. The good news? I have a stalker, and I think maybe I want to keep him.