❤︎🔪 𝑵𝒆𝒘 𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆!!! 🔪❤︎
𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #5)


❤︎ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ Kɪɴᴅʟᴇ Uɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ❤︎


💰🤑𝐎ɴ 𝐬ᴀʟᴇ ꜰᴏʀ 𝟗𝟗¢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀ ʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ ᴛɪᴍᴇ
ᴏʀ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ꜰʀᴇᴇ ᴏɴ Kɪɴᴅʟᴇ Uɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ!🤑💰


⭐️AWESOME FIVE STAR REVIEWS FOR DAMAGE:⭐️
“First let me say, the first 4 books in the series were foreplay for these two characters! Seriously though….I was totally expecting someone to get stabbed or shot when Damage was initially posted as Derry’s bodyguard! Sooooo the book we have all been waiting for since Damage let his a-hole flag fly at his and Derry’s first meeting! And it did not disappoint.” ~FIVE STARS, Goodreads Reviewer


“The cherry on the top of this final book in the series is that it isn't only about Damage and Derry, it's about everybody. It will tie all the Krasnov and O'Sullivan families together in what can only be explained as one big family of love, with all their kids, even the adopted ones, and pets in tow. It was one hell of an ending all wrapped up in a beautiful bow.” ~FIVE STARS, Hines and Bigham’s Literary Tryst


BLURB
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑣 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑣𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎—𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒—𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦, ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.


𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐀-𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬.


𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄
I exist in the shadows so no one will ever really see me. Less chance of feeling, being, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. Because I never will.


Then 𝑠ℎ𝑒 turned up. She sees me, she sees right through me. Tugs my festering rage right to the surface and makes my black heart bleed. Now there’s no escape from the hate at all, not when I’m forced to be her friggin’ babysitting bodyguard on the daily.


𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
I exist in a half-life because my body isn’t fully mine. I’m the paralyzed one. The cripple. I let in small bursts of sunshine just to get through the day, and no one knows my true dark pain.


Then I met ℎ𝑖𝑚. And he stares straight through me. My very worst impulses come out to play because he taps right into the weakness at my core. I can’t even run from him, I can’t even run 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙.


One apocalyptic blizzard during one terrifying night shakes us up with startling gunfire and . . . stolen kisses. We can’t keep hiding our shame, guilt, blame, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒. But none of that really matters when the O’Sullivan mafia staggers from a blow so unexpected, everyone will stumble from the force of it.


The past is only the past until it’s not.


The 𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 is available on 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤


💰🤑𝟵𝟵 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!! 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸🤑💰


𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆→ https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNB72PH9
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08YY9VTDS


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NSFW EXCERPT FROM DELICIOUS, DARK, AND DIRTY DAMAGE:
FUCK. I DEFINITELY SHOULD not be doing this.
One second, Derry and I’d been gearing up for another rip-roarer ’cause she was such a stubborn ballbuster and I was a moody sumbitch and neither one of us wanted to give a single fuckin’ inch.
Then a switch just flipped.
And goddammit. There wasn’t a single friggin’ inch between us now.
I should never have stripped Derry naked.
Shouldn’t have let her goad me into shucking my own clothes too.
And I fucking for sure shouldn’t have put my mouth on her.
I’d had sex. More than I could count or even remember. It was all fast. No fumbling. About the fucking and nothin’ else.
And I couldn’t give a shit about any of those cock-hungry bitches.
It was never loud, not on my part. And it only lasted ’til I spilled my load into a condom.
They got theirs. I got mine. I walked away, zero fucks given about the aftermath, no clingy cuddling allowed.
No names exchanged. No digits given. No repeat performances unless I forgot a face. Possible since I was all about the tits, ass, pussy. Fact.
I was a real fuckin’ charmer.
This wasn’t that.
First of all, I wasn’t gonna screw Derry. Second, I wasn’t in the habit of making out with the chicks I stuck my dick to. Third and worst? I already had Derry’s phone number. I couldn’t just stalk away or kick her to the curb. ’Cause I fucking spent almost every damn day of my life with her.
I was gonna chalk this kissing Derry shit up to the kick of adrenaline. To our insane fighting in the freakin’ middle of a life-or-death situation.
To having my hands all over her, strictly out of necessity, and that was what I’d tell Lucky if it ever came out because he’d probably murder me on the spot.
Wait a minute.
Had Derry had sex before?
Oh fuck.
And if so, then who the hell with?
With that ugly thought in mind, I renewed my attack on her plump mouth. Almost nutting when she gripped me tighter by the shoulders.
Suddenly this—us with our wet lips sealed together, tongues slippery and sliding back and forth—didn’t feel accidental. At all.
Kissing her hadn’t been something I’d done just to shut her the fuck up either.
I’d wanted to slam my mouth over hers, to see if she tasted as good as she looked all stretched out on this tiny bed with her curvy body lit by the fire.
Hell no. I was stopping this right the fuck now.
Except then Derry moaned. She moaned into my mouth.
In the past, I’d heard every single scornful sound she could possibly make.
But this was sexual.
And my cock was fucking listening as my brain shut down.
A fuckin’ first rate disaster if ever there was one. She had a smoking body and a sharp tongue and she took no shit from anyone. Definitely never from me. But she was taking my tongue and my lips and the slow damn swivels of my hips pretty friggin’ good now.
Her lips . . . slick-swollen. Her mouth . . . inferno hot. Her tongue doing crazy stuff that messed with my head. Both fucking heads. Had she ever given head before?
With that picture soaked into my brain—me being on the receiving end—I groaned.
Into her mouth.

Oh my god, y'all. I can't believe it's time to say goodbye to not only the whole O'Sullivan gang, but the Krasnovs too. *crying hard* I will share my tissues with you (and maybe even my wine).
​

Here's a tiny peek at what's to come:
I’m so damn excited about my next series and I’m totally chomping at the bit to get started. My upcoming books are going to be wicked fun! Mafia, cartels, more crime syndicates . . . oh my. A brand-new twist on the genre you won’t see coming. So stay tuned!

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Y'all. This is for real the first time that writing my blurb made me CRY. And it's not because it's the final book. It's because of all of Damage and Derry (<--yes, it's Derry. 'Course it is).

BLURB
𝐂ᴏᴍɪɴɢ 𝐒ᴏᴏɴ 𝐓ᴏ 𝐊ɪɴᴅʟᴇ 𝐔ɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ!
🖤🗡️𝑫𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 (𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #5)🗡️🖤
Rᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ Dᴀᴛᴇ: Jᴀɴᴜᴀʀʏ 15,2024
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑖𝑓𝑢𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑠𝑎𝑔𝑎 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑏𝑒𝑔𝑎𝑛 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐾𝑟𝑎𝑠𝑛𝑜𝑣 𝑏𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑣𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑢𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐼𝑟𝑖𝑠ℎ 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑓𝑖𝑎—𝑎 𝑠𝑦𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑠ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑎 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒—𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦, ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑑𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒.

𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐄
I exist in the shadows so no one will ever really see me. Less chance of feeling, being, 𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔. Because I never will.

Then 𝑠ℎ𝑒 turned up. She sees me, she sees right through me. Tugs my festering rage right to the surface and makes my black heart bleed. Now there’s no escape from the hate at all, not when I’m forced to be her friggin’ babysitting bodyguard on the daily.

𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘
I exist in a half-life because my body isn’t fully mine. I’m the paralyzed one. The cripple. I let in small bursts of sunshine just to get through the day, and no one knows my true dark pain.

Then I met ℎ𝑖𝑚. And he stares straight through me. My very worst impulses come out to play because he taps right into the weakness at my core. I can’t even run from him, I can’t even run 𝑎𝑡 𝑎𝑙𝑙.

One apocalyptic blizzard during one terrifying night shakes us up with startling gunfire and . . . stolen kisses. We can’t keep hiding our shame, guilt, blame, 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑟𝑒. But none of that really matters when the O’Sullivan mafia staggers from a blow so unexpected, everyone will stumble from the force of it.

The past is only the past until it’s not.

The 𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 are available on 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤
𝗣𝗿𝗲-𝗼𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿→https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CNB72PH9
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08YY9VTDS
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯→https://www.bookbub.com/books/damage-dark-irish-mafia-romance-o-sullivan-brothers-book-5-by-rie-warren
𝐀𝐝𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐁𝐑→https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/202129807-damage

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𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬. 𝐇𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚 𝐀-𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐲 𝐬𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐤. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬.
​
I could honestly go on and on about the extreme hell these two put me through . . . but it was totally worth it! Also, I've left my thoughts on just how much Derry and Damage wrung me out then put me back together in the loooongest end note in the book ;) So you can commiserate with me then please, as I'm sure I'll be a mess.

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“Seriously, this whole series is amazing and I have to stop reading them so quickly. Gawd Bronson and Jesse are fire. Just read this whole series.” ~5 Stars, Goodreads Reviewer


“Every M/M book I read previous to Bronson lacked emotional depth, a connection between characters, and chemistry. In essence, they had nothing that makes a ROMANCE novel! However, Rie nailed it. [ . . . } In a nutshell, Bronson was fun, emotional, amusing, and sexy.” ~5 Stars, Goodreads Reviewer


BLURB
𝐖ɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝐁ʀᴏɴ𝐬ᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ𝐬: ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ𝐬ᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.


𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
The dumbest thing I’ve ever done—and I’ve done a lot of stupid crap—is to go check out this boy whose only mission is to save unwanted and wounded animals.


𝐼’𝑚 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙.


A killer for the O’Sullivan mafia, I’m a man who takes what he wants then walks away without looking back.


I don’t want to feel, connect or—god friggin’ forbid—fall in love. Especially not with Jesse Dahl. He’s too young, too innocent, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑.


My filthy secrets can never be known, and I don’t give a damn how beautifully vulnerable Jesse is.


Or so I tell myself.


JESSE
Bronson Cruz is blond. He’s beautiful. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙.


And no matter how hard I try, I just can’t shake him. I shouldn’t give in. This is stupid. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠.


He’s not a good guy. Except he is to me.


I know I’ll get hurt because of him. It’s written on his face, in his body he gives me, and his heart that he denies me.


Secrets kill.


And his could end me.


In fact, they probably will.


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WHEN I SAID I wanted to be on top, I thought Bronson’s eyes were going to bug right out of his head, and I smiled as I curled my fingers around the thick stiff length of him.
“What?” he blurted out, obviously thinking I meant I wanted to be the one doing the fucking.
I tried not to smirk or laugh when I repeated, “I want to be on top.”
The indignant look he gave me almost made me crack up.
Sucking on his jawline before tracing my lips to his ear, I breathed a horny little moan for him. “Not like that. I don’t want to top you, Bronson. I want to be in your lap so I can ride you.”
He reared back, a devilish grin growing. “Well then. Why didn’t you just say so?”
Letting me shove him back down to the couch, he spread his thighs wide. His cock rose up into full hardness from the nest of springy blond hair at his groin, his big balls pooling below.
“Christ.” I shivered at the sight of him with firelight dancing over his muscular body.
He beckoned me to him. “What are you waitin’ for, baby?”
“Still gonna need some lube.” Strained breaths pelted from me, and my dick that had been aching when he face-fucked me was now painfully rigid.
“No problem.” In the blink of an eye, he produced a small bottle from seemingly out of thin air.
“Jesus. What do you do? Keep it in hidey holes all over the place?” I crawled onto his lap, moaning when my cock slid alongside his.
And then my mind started wandering . . .
If Bronson kept lube all over . . . why?
Had he been lying about his other hookups not being at the house?
Before I even said a word, he scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. It’s for you. Well, me. When we text, and I gotta stroke one out. Never know where I’m gonna be when you get me all horny.”
The relieved breath I released was hot and stuttering, turning into a hungry groan as his slippery digits skimmed down the tight crease between my buttocks.
“Kiss me,” he ordered.
“Uhhh,” I moaned out, his fingers rotating around my pucker before beginning the slide inside.
My mouth covered his, our tongues looping and lashing, slow and sensual . . . as slow and sensual as the way he opened my ass.
He smeared the lube around, making sure my entrance and his fingers were well coated. Then his slickened fingers entered me and twisted, pushing in, pulling back, and spreading me out.
Writhing uncontrollably, I finally had to break the kiss. I threw my head back, riding those thick digits faster while I rocked on his lap.
“Fuck, baby. If you’re not ready now, I ain’t gonna last.” The dirty appreciation in his voice ratcheted my arousal higher.

The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious. 
And more on the way!

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐒𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐨𝐰!!!

𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒐𝒏(𝑶'𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #4)
❤︎🔪𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞🔪❤︎
Rᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ Dᴀᴛᴇ: Aᴘʀɪʟ 10, 2023

𝐖ɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴍᴀɴ ʟɪᴋᴇ 𝐁ʀᴏɴ𝐬ᴏɴ, ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ ᴀʀᴇ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴡᴏ ᴏᴘᴛɪᴏɴ𝐬: ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ᴏʀ ᴅᴇ𝐬ᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴇʟʏ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ.

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍
The dumbest thing I’ve ever done—and I’ve done a lot of stupid crap—is to go check out this boy whose only mission is to save unwanted and wounded animals.

𝐼’𝑚 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑚𝑎𝑙.

A killer for the O’Sullivan mafia, I’m a man who takes what he wants then walks away without looking back.
I don’t want to feel, connect or—god friggin’ forbid—fall in love. Especially not with Jesse Dahl. He’s too young, too innocent, 𝑡𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑.

My filthy secrets can never be known, and I don’t give a damn how beautifully vulnerable Jesse is.

Or so I tell myself.

JESSE
Bronson Cruz is blond. He’s beautiful. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑡𝑎𝑙.

And no matter how hard I try, I just can’t shake him. I shouldn’t give in. This is stupid. 𝐻𝑒’𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑜𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑟𝑔𝑒𝑜𝑢𝑠.

He’s not a good guy. Except he is to me.

I know I’ll get hurt because of him. It’s written on his face, in his body he gives me, and his heart that he denies me.

Secrets kill.

And his could end me.

In fact, they probably will.

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"WHAT ABOUT DAMAGE?" (I hear you screaming). Y'all...don't worry. He Is Next! But if you're wondering if he's gonna end up with his arch nemesis (lol) Derry, well now. You must know by now that I have no intentions of spilling those particular beans ;-)
But now is the perfect time to catch up or even start this scorching series, right? Yessss.

The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious. 
And more on the way!

𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 
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𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄 ɪ𝐬 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄 ғʀᴏᴍ 𝐒ᴇᴘᴛ 𝟏𝟗-𝟐𝟑!!

“𝐼𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑔𝑢𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑛𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑎𝑑𝑎𝑠𝑠, 𝑤ℎ𝑜’𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛 ℎ𝑒 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑖𝑚, 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝐽𝑜𝑠ℎ 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑣𝑖𝑐𝑒.” ~𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐬

“𝐷𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑎, 𝑎 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑆𝑜𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑛 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝐵𝑜𝑦, 𝐿𝑂𝐿 𝑚𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑣𝑜𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒 – 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑢𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑠 𝑈𝑁𝐶𝐸𝑁𝑆𝑂𝑅𝐸𝐷.” ~𝐋𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞

"𝐻𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑠 𝑑𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑔𝑢𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑛 '𝑎𝑤𝑤𝑤' 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑝𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑒𝑦𝑒."~𝟓 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬, 𝐓. 𝐒. 𝐉𝐨𝐲𝐜𝐞, 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 
𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲—𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁.

The entire 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 series is available on 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱 

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𝘙𝘪𝘦 𝘞𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘺, 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺.

𝐻𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ ℎ𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑠.

Macho mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he can. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their son, he’s only had room for two loves: the kid and cars.

Playing his best buddy’s boyfriend during a writers convention, the player meets the girl who rocks his world. Leelee Songchild blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival 𝑃𝑒𝑛𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑠𝑒 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑢𝑚. 

When the truth comes out all hell breaks loose.
Too bad romance is just for books.

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗨𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝘆 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗵𝗶𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗷𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲—𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁.

The entire 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒚𝒔 series is available on 𝗞𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗲 𝗨𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝗲𝗱

“What the hell is this?” I gestured to the floor-to-ceiling posters of various book covers plastered all around the car. We were surrounded by half-clothed men and women in various stages of hot and heavy action.
Leelee sucked in her lip and let it pop loose. Not helping. “They only put them up once the Con gets rolling. Second-wave marketing.”
Clever. 
“Are any of these guys your type?” she asked.
“Heeeelll, no.” She frowned and I hurried on. “Ya know, none of them are Nicky, so . . .”
“Mm hmm. I’ll let you off the hook. Tell me your mom’s name so I can get it right.”
After I rattled off the details, Leelee smiled. “You, me, and the elevator again, Stone?”
I zeroed in on a hairy-chested, ruffle-shirted pirate who had a big-breasted bombshell fainting over his arm, presumably from his virile manliness. “And Captain Jack Sparrow does high seas porn?”
Her light laughter spun through me until I thought I’d swoon too, from lack of blood to my brain as it sped up the root of my cock. In an enclosed space with flirtatious Leelee, my friend, was not a good place to be right now. 
So I asked the first thing that came to mind, of course. “You get into swashbucklin’ sex?”
Her voice lowered to that luscious honey tone, and her gaze raked up my body. “If the sword fits.”
Holy fuck. Heart attack, death by cock contusion, an aneurism from arousal . . . some motherfucking thing—named Leelee Songchild—was gonna do me in this trip. 
I already knew she could write sex on the page. I was well aware she could move like a sex goddess and kiss as if her lips had been designed for sin. Add in her sweet personality, sharp wit, quick temper? She was one hot ticket. 
I rasped, “A tight sheath is all that’s needed, darlin’.”
Her gasp was overridden by the ding of the elevator announcing my floor. Okay. Yep. And I was done. I put my hand in my pocket as I turned and strode out, this time to cover the large bulge in my pants. Rounding the corner, I hit the hall at a run, skidding to a stop at my door. Let me in, let me in. The goddamn light hit red, red--motherfucker!—green. Yes!
I tripped over my feet, glared at my shoes. Fuck it. They could stay on, it wasn’t a first. Hitting the chair, I practically chewed through my belt, unzipped lickety-split and ripped those bastards open. Shirt buttons torn aside, I glanced at the desk. Tissues, golden. Two hard tugs at my nipples and my hand brushed down my belly, onto the thick cock rearing straight up in the air. 
Leelee was due back soonish, but I was so keyed up, I couldn’t wait. And it sure as hell wouldn’t take long since I’d been holding back a massive blowout for forty-eight plus hours. The moment my hand curled around my cock, my back arched and a loud groan rumbled from my chest. 
Then it was all about the pump action. I worked my shaft like a piston, all chambers firing. A twist at the plum-colored head on every upswing and I growled. Come boiled in my nuts, prominent veins teased my fingers. Air barely scraped into my lungs as my brain backfired. 
“Fuck, yes.”
Then it wasn’t my hand jacking me off, it was Leelee’s. I could see her, on her knees, free from her dress. Ample tits swinging, hips undulating back and forth, wanting my cock to fill her pussy. 
“Oh, God, yessss.”

Carolina Bad Boys
𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭.

𝘙𝘶𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘴, 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘺 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴 . . . 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘥𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘮𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘮𝘰𝘯: 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺’𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦.

𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘦𝘹, 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘶𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘶𝘮𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴. 

❤︎🔪𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝! 🔪❤︎
𝘿𝙚𝙭: 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 (𝙊'𝙎𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 #3)
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⭐️ Hot Reviews for Sexy Dexy! ⭐️ 
“DEX is making me HOT and he will make you too . . . Enjoy!! One hell of a book. Best STEAMY book.” ~Five Stars, Goodreads Review

“Wowzer! This book has panty wetting power! I think I need to change!! but it also has a great story and even better characters. If you like mafia books with a possessive alpha male who would do anything for his woman then I highly recommend trying this on.” ~Five Stars, Goodreads Review

“This book is smokin’ hot and a fantastic addition to the O’Sullivan Brothers series as another one bites the dust and this time it is Dex’s turn! 
Dex (Declan) O’Sullivan is one sinfully sexy, powerful, dirty talking, unfiltered man who can’t resist the beautiful Ivy La Rosa.” ~Five Stars, Goodreads Review

𝐃𝐄𝐗
She’s a bossy blue-blooded Bostonian. I’m a hardened mafia man. There’s no friggin’ way our two worlds should collide, but when they do . . . 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌, CRASH, 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬.

Now it’s just my bad freakin’ luck I can’t keep my mind off the snobby babe’s banging body and beautiful eyes. When she runs into trouble and I’m there to rescue her, I’m ready to put my filthy fantasies into action whether she likes it or not.

I get to introduce the prim and proper woman to the heights of wild lust. But the one thing I really lord over her is a big fat dirty secret her dear daddy has kept from her for years.

Yeah, this is gonna be fun.

𝐈𝐕𝐘
God, I could just 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. No man has ever undermined my composure as quickly as Declan “Dex” O’Sullivan. 

It’s just 𝑚𝑦 bad luck that I need his help when I come under attack. I find out then he’s much more than just a pain in my backside; he is seriously bad news. But he’s also breathtakingly attractive with his bad boy aura.

He’s conceited, crude, crass . . . and determined to lay claim over me.

When I realize I’ve got more in common with Dex than I ever thought possible, it’s all downhill from there. I’m about to become a pawn in a game of mafias and one more man I never considered an enemy before. Now that my life is on the line, can Dex save me one more time?

𝑫𝒆𝒙 is book 3 in the 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 

❤︎ 𝟵𝟵 𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴!! 𝗗𝗢𝗨𝗕𝗟𝗘 𝗖𝗛𝗘𝗖𝗞 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸❤︎
𝗢𝗻𝗲-𝗖𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B5...
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/prod...
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯: https://www.bookbub.com/books/...
𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book...
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As Dex approached, a breathtakingly intense look on the chiseled planes of his face, I hustled backward. 
Still his scent caught up to me—woodsy, masculine, mouthwatering—and my legs bumped against the bed. 
Then his voice emerged, silky deep and seductive. “Wanna know what I did last night when I got home?”
I swallowed harshly, not daring to speak; my voice probably didn’t work anymore anyway.
A dirty smirk crossed his perfect lips. “I got my big cock out and edged it over and over. Got so fucking hard, the veins were throbbing and my balls were heavy.” He roamed ever closer while I remained spellbound by his crude words. “I lubed it up nice and slick, so fuckin’ thick in my hand.”
Guhhh.
A needy-sounding whimper parted my lips, lips I licked before sinking my teeth into the trembling flesh. 
Something hot and tumultuous swept through my belly, making my pulse flutter, spreading liquid fire right to my core. 
“Was thinking about you the whole time,” he murmured in his dark, hypnotic voice. 
My breath expelled in a rush. “Declan . . .”
My inner thighs clenched when his cobalt eyes almost glowed in recognition of a helplessly aroused woman.
“Oh yeah, darlin’. You like that, don’t you? Like me thinking about your smoke-show of a body? Those nice big tits.” 
The tight tingling spread to my nipples, and my body arched as if I was shoving my breasts toward him. 
He was so close now, heat poured off him. 
I dropped down onto the bed when my knees gave out.
Watching me, his lids half-mast, he thumbed open the final buttons on his jeans. 
Pure fire ignited me when he started lowering those faded Levis. He was slow about it, undressing in a teasing sexual manner that had me breathless, pining, panting, aching. 
Then he stood there in nothing but pure white briefs crammed full of thick hard cock. 
My god, he was so large that the waistband couldn’t even lay flat against his body. The briefs looked ready to burst from his enormous erection, his balls two big full orbs crushed into the crotch, the head large and clearly visible because he was leaking so much precum the material became transparent around the thick flared crown. 
I knew without doubt he was telling me the truth, every word of it. He’d wanted me so much he’d stroked that thick hard stalk of flesh thinking about me. 
I’d never experienced such pure, potent passion. Never been on the receiving end of this level of desire, and it made me combust. 
He hadn’t even kissed me. Hadn’t so much as touched me. 
He’d aroused me to a shivering mass simply by speaking of his dark wants in such a deep, guttural voice.
And still he continued. “You got me so fuckin’ hard just wondering what color your nipples are, Ivy. Fisting my aching cock and kneading my loaded balls and imagining burying my head between your thighs, tasting that juicy pussy.”

The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious. 
And more on the way!

🖤❤️🖤𝘿𝙚𝙭: 𝘿𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙄𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝 𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙍𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 (𝙊'𝙎𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙣 Brothers #3)🖤❤️🖤


Rᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ Dᴀᴛᴇ: Aᴜɢᴜsᴛ 1,2022
P͟ʀ͟ᴇ͟ᴏ͟ʀ͟ᴅ͟ᴇ͟ʀ͟ ͟ɴ͟ᴏ͟ᴡ͟ ͟Fᴏ͟ʀ͟ ͟ ͟9͟9͟ᴄ͟ ͟


𝐃𝐄𝐗
She’s a bossy blue-blooded Bostonian. I’m a hardened mafia man. There’s no friggin’ way our two worlds should collide, but when they do . . . 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌, CRASH, 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑹𝑬.


Now it’s just my bad freakin’ luck I can’t keep my mind off the snobby babe’s banging body and beautiful eyes. When she runs into trouble and I’m there to rescue her, I’m ready to put my filthy fantasies into action whether she likes it or not.


I get to introduce the prim and proper woman to the heights of wild lust. But the one thing I really lord over her is a big fat dirty secret her dear daddy has kept from her for years.


Yeah, this is gonna be fun.


𝐈𝐕𝐘
God, I could just 𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚. No man has ever undermined my composure as quickly as Declan “Dex” O’Sullivan. 


It’s just 𝑚𝑦 bad luck that I need his help when I come under attack. I find out then he’s much more than just a pain in my backside; he is seriously bad news. But he’s also breathtakingly attractive with his bad boy aura.


He’s conceited, crude, crass . . . and determined to lay claim over me.


When I realize I’ve got more in common with Dex than I ever thought possible, it’s all downhill from there. I’m about to become a pawn in a game of mafias and one more man I never considered an enemy before. Now that my life is on the line, can Dex save me one more time?


𝑫𝒆𝒙 is book 3 in the 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝐵𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 


P͟ʀ͟ᴇ͟ᴏ͟ʀ͟ᴅ͟ᴇ͟ʀ͟ ͟ɴ͟ᴏ͟ᴡ͟ ͟ғ͟ᴏ͟ʀ͟ ͟ ͟9͟9͟ᴄ͟ ͟
𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐎𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆 → https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0B54WN8JD
𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸→ https://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B08YY9VTDS
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯: https://www.bookbub.com/books/dex-dark-irish-mafia-romance-o-sullivan-brothers-book-3-by-rie-warren
𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/61352300-dex


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If you read my last blog post, you know all this, but just in case:
With Dex coming soon--and the series expanding-- I've been sketching yet more scenes for the next three books in the series (y'all . . .) I can't wait to introduce you to the new characters!
But now is the perfect time to catch up or even start this scorching series, right? Yessss.

The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious. 
And more on the way!

Standalone Bratva Romance, part of the Global Outlaws Syndicate World collaboration
Dark Bratva of Dubai
👑𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔: 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 (𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 10) New Release!👑

👑🥀ᴀᴠᴀɪʟᴀʙʟᴇ ᴏɴ Kɪɴᴅʟᴇ Uɴʟɪᴍɪᴛᴇᴅ🥀👑

“𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑊𝑜𝑤! 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑅𝑖𝑒 𝑊𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑑𝑒𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑏𝑒 𝑚𝑦 𝑙𝑎𝑠𝑡. 𝐼 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑡 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦, 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑠 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑝? 𝐴 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝐵𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑣𝑎 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑐𝑢𝑠 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐻/ℎ 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 '𝑏𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠'. (𝑌𝑎𝑎𝑠!)” ~5 Sᴛᴀʀs, Gᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴀᴅs ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ

“𝑊𝑜𝑤 𝑊𝑜𝑤 𝑊𝑜𝑤! 𝐼 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑔𝑜𝑏𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑢𝑝, 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑏𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑢𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑐 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑜𝑥𝑒𝑠. [ . . . ] 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑙𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑢𝑛, 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑, 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡, 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑜𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑚𝑎𝑧𝑖𝑛𝑔! 𝐼 ℎ𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑙𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑖𝑡.” ~5 Sᴛᴀʀs, Gᴏᴏᴅʀᴇᴀᴅs ʀᴇᴠɪᴇᴡᴇʀ

𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵. 

𝗥𝗢𝗬𝗔
I didn’t know The Lykos was 𝘩𝘪𝘴 nightclub, not at first. I didn’t realize the sexy half Greek half Russian man was the criminal mastermind behind Dubai’s thriving mafia underworld either. I’m not even supposed to be roaming around on my own, outside of the royal palace where my father the Sheikh rules my very existence, but I just can’t resist the lure of dancing . . . the lure of 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘯, Aris Volkov.

After one night at The Lykos—when the club comes under attack by my deranged uncle—I’m forced from one captivity to another. That’s right. Aris takes me. He kidnaps me. He despises my father as much as I do, and he’s just ruthless enough to use me to get what he wants . . . 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 

I used to fantasize about Aris but now I’m determined to hate him. Easier said than done. He treats me like his own personal plaything, introducing me to delights of the flesh. He doesn’t care that I’m a royal princess. That my modesty has been protected all my life. That I have zero experience with men and I’m embarrassingly out of my depths. 

He takes me. He uses me. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.

There is no escape anymore. Now my lunatic uncle is after me. My father is threatening to strip me of even the smallest liberties in my lackluster life. And Aris Volkov is the least likely man to be my savior.

𝑨 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.
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Aris had spanked me. Made my bottom burn with blow after blow. He’d smacked my center core, eliciting moans and a radiating need that broke through every barrier between prim and proper to pleasure of the most wanton kind. He’d pushed his cock between my cheeks, riding the seam of my flesh, and I’d felt the hot drizzle of his liquid roll down my spine, a trail of fire all on its own. 
“Well?” he asked in that resonant rumbling tone, almost straddling me from behind and running his palms all over my ripened buttocks.
“Well what?” I snapped, although the breathy quality of my voice gave away my arousal. 
I couldn’t stop myself from pushing back into those large rough palms roaming all over my rear end and the tingling insides of my upper thighs. 
“Are you going to tell me I’m wrong about how limited and restricted your lonely life is?” His silken tone had as much of a hypnotic effect as his massaging touches.
I dropped my head in defeat, my face shielded by my hair. “You’re not wrong and you know it, Aris.”
He hit me with another strike, one that landed against my sex. I hissed shakily, the smack singeing through my . . . my pussy, a searing sensation that bloomed outward. 
Suddenly, he released the tautness of the chains. 
He rolled me over, carefully skimming tendrils of hair from my face. “There. Punishment over.”
Coming closer until his handsome face filled my vision, he melded his mouth to mine. His tongue entered and explored, his lips guiding mine in a long, luscious kiss. While he continued to make me mindless, he retightened the chains, restraining me anew. 
When he withdrew, I was panting, pulsating. My nipples pointed, high and tight. The whole front panel between my legs was slick and see through.
His cheeks were ruddy, lips parted, the stubble on his face delicious, and he was even more rakishly appealing now. 
Except, apparently, he had a more sordid form of torture in mind now. 
He rose to his haunches, knees on either side of my hips. 
My legs splayed out, and I felt my own humiliatingly heated wetness right there.
He knew I was luridly excited by all he’d done so far. 
He too was exquisitely aroused if the turgid state of his cock was anything to go by. 
His chest gleamed with a sheen of sweat, and he teased his long fingers up the throbbing girth of his shaft. “Have you ever tasted cock, Roya?”

Okay, okay, okay . . . 
I've just finished my first revision of Dex's book, all the while sketching yet more scenes for the next three books in the series (y'all . . .)
So, I'm getting there, I promise! And I will have preorder info soon.
But now is the perfect time to catch up or even start this scorching series, right? Yessss.

The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious. 
And more on the way!

Yeah, it's been a damn long time. I bet you're wondering if I gave up this writing gig. Hell no. The opposite happened. I got so wrapped up in all my characters that they fueled me hard. Since the last update, I've written two full novels and put down hundreds of pages on THREE more. Holy hell help me *wink*
My huge apologies for zero news since Kelly (O'Sullivan Brothers book 2). I couldn't even think beyond getting my characters' voices out of my head and onto the page for months and months. It hasn't exactly stopped but . . . 
First things first!

Standalone Bratva Romance, part of the Global Outlaws Syndicate World collaboration
Dark Bratva of Dubai


👑🥀Rᴇʟᴇᴀsᴇ Dᴀᴛᴇ: Mᴀʏ 20,2022🥀👑


𝗔𝗥𝗜𝗦
𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳.
𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵, 𝘐 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦.
𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘯’𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵’𝘴 𝘰𝘧𝘧 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘵𝘴.
𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵. 


𝗥𝗢𝗬𝗔
I didn’t know The Lykos was 𝘩𝘪𝘴 nightclub, not at first. I didn’t realize the sexy half Greek half Russian man was the criminal mastermind behind Dubai’s thriving mafia underworld either. I’m not even supposed to be roaming around on my own, outside of the royal palace where my father the Sheikh rules my very existence, but I just can’t resist the lure of dancing . . . the lure of 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘯, Aris Volkov.


After one night at The Lykos—when the club comes under attack by my deranged uncle—I’m forced from one captivity to another. That’s right. Aris takes me. He kidnaps me. He despises my father as much as I do, and he’s just ruthless enough to use me to get what he wants . . . 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦. 


I used to fantasize about Aris but now I’m determined to hate him. Easier said than done. He treats me like his own personal plaything, introducing me to delights of the flesh. He doesn’t care that I’m a royal princess. That my modesty has been protected all my life. That I have zero experience with men and I’m embarrassingly out of my depths. 


He takes me. He uses me. 𝘏𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮.


There is no escape anymore. Now my lunatic uncle is after me. My father is threatening to strip me of even the smallest liberties in my lackluster life. And Aris Volkov is the least likely man to be my savior.


𝑨 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒎𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑮𝒍𝒐𝒃𝒂𝒍 𝑶𝒖𝒕𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒔 𝑺𝒚𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅.


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And what happened was . . . 
I signed up for the Global Outlaws collaboration in spring 2021, so after I published Kelly, I knew I had to write Possessing the Princess to make sure I got it done and also so I could snag an earlier release date, which I did. 
After that, I dove right into Dex! O'Sullivan Brothers book 3. 'Course by that time, it was the holidays, and you know how that goes. Christmas, my hubs birthday, mine, and the NYE all in one week's time so . . . 
And then! While writing Dex, more characters in that world exploded and took over. And, well, I was writing not just Dex's book, but three others at the same damn time. 
Now Dex rough draft is done, woo hoo! I'm about to start editing. You can look for release date and preorder info coming soon--yussss. 
Damage's book is now gonna be number FIVE. What? Why? Because, you'll see when you read Dex's book that another set of characters you'll be intro'd to there are making their own crazy mess for an unexpected book four! And, y'all, it's M/M! I'm so freakin' excited. 
And finally, I have decided on a separate series epilogue for book six. Oh yes. How could I not? Those assholes already made me start writing it. 
I hope you're as excited as I am, because I'm bubbling over. Even though my annoying people have been making me wake up early with a million scenes to write *wink*

The O'Sullivan brothers mafia . . . dark, dirty, and oh so delicious. 
And more on the way!

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𝑺𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒚 5 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒘𝒔!
“𝑊𝑖𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑒𝑥𝑦, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑖𝑠 𝑔𝑜𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑜 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑜𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑑! 𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑒 𝑂’𝑆𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑟𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑜𝑡, 𝑒𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑡𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑣𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑔𝑜𝑙𝑑.” ~𝐅𝐮𝐧𝐔𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬
“𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬, 𝘨𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴.” ~𝗖𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗚𝗮𝗹𝘀 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗕𝗹𝗼𝗴
“𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑦 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑒𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒! 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑜𝑓𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑜𝑝 𝑎𝑙𝑝ℎ𝑎 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑙𝑎𝑑𝑦. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑏𝑜𝑜𝑘 𝑎𝑙𝑠𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑚𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑙𝑜𝑢𝑑 𝑎𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑏𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟. 𝐺𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑!!” ~𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐞𝐰𝐞𝐫


𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚(𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 #2)
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
𝐊𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐘
I’m a busy friggin’ man and priority number one is destroying the south-of-the-border 𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑜𝑠 who’ve been dealing blow on our turf. Then I find out someone who’s supposed to be in our pocket is on the take with this rival cartel, and things go from bad to FUBAR. 
That backstabbing jagoff owes me big. Unfortunately, the only thing he’s got to offer is the one thing I don’t want. His daughter. Now I’m fighting to keep control of our territory and I’ve got to babysit this beautiful, mouthy babe. I’ll keep Marlowe as collateral, and I’ll take what I want, when I want, whether she likes it or not. 
𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄
After my dad’s secrets and lies blow up in his face, he bargains with the only priceless gem he has . . .𝑚𝑒. He practically gives me away to none other than Kelly O’Sullivan, a rough-talking mafia man he’s warned me about for years. 
I’m infuriated I’ve been put in this dicey position. It’s my father who should pay the price for his double dealing, not me. It’s impossible. 𝐾𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑦 is impossible. He’s intimidating. Overbearing. Scary. 𝑆𝑒𝑥𝑦. He dominates me from day one, taking a wrecking ball to my defenses and wreaking havoc with my desires. 
I’m pretty sure I hate him. I definitely don’t trust him. But when the cartel makes it clear they want me too, what other choice do I have?
𝑲𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚 is book 2 in the 𝑶’𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 Irish mafia series. No cliffhangers. No cheating. Includes sizzling hot scenes. Can be read as a standalone. 
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𝗚𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘀: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/58850675-kelly
𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸𝗯𝘂𝗯→ https://www.bookbub.com/books/kelly-dark-irish-mafia-romance-o-sullivan-brothers-book-2-by-rie-warren

“We’re having this out right now.” Kelly whirled me around and left me panting in pure fury.
“Oh yeah? Are you going to gag me again? Or can I actually talk this time?” I sniped. “Because so far you’ve held me at gunpoint—”
“Not really.” His jaw bulged.
“Taken me under duress and kissed me against my will!”
“Against your will, huh?” His voice emerged deceptively silky. “Where’s the woman who held a dagger at my balls then?”
Our labored breathing beat across the air as we stared one another down. 
I tossed my hair over a shoulder. “Do you want to talk now or just play with knives?”
He unsheathed his wicked matte black blade with a hiss of metal against leather. “I know what my vote is.”
Kelly aimed a sinful smile at me when he said that.
Well, he was not about to intimidate me. 
I marched right into the bedroom, whipped my dagger from my bag, and spun to find him stalking straight after me. And his hooded eyes gleamed as sinisterly as the KA-BAR.
He lowered into a predator’s stance but didn’t immediately lunge for me. 
We circled one another warily while warring compulsions coursed through me. To cut him, to gut him . . . to hurl the knife away then throw myself at him to get another taste of his lips. 
Crouched low, he looked even bigger, and power radiated off of him. 
I darted into his space—seeking to slash him—but he easily parried my thrust before retreating. 
Losing some of my poise, I wildly lashed at him again. 
That time, Kelly’s huge blade clashed against mine, and the metal screeched together. Ultimately, he pushed my knife up so I lost all leverage and nearly toppled onto my ass. 
I jumped back into fighting mode, flinging my hair from my face and jabbing quickly at his midsection. 
His nostrils flaring, he dodged each well-aimed stab. 
The ease with which he deflected me was infuriating. 
“Come on already. Give me your best shot!” I shouted in frustration.
So far, I’d been the aggressor, and he’d agilely avoided each of my lunges. 
More quickly than a man as big as him should be able to move, he advanced. The massive KA-BAR swirled nimbly in front of me in a flash of metal.
When he retreated, cool air fluttered along my torso. 
In the blink of an eye, he’d shredded my blouse, and the fabric hung limply from my shoulders. 
“How’s that for my best shot?” 
Before I could react to the shock of his brazen bladework, he had that knife against me again. He flicked the black steel so fast, I felt just the whisper of cold metal against my flesh before he withdrew again. 
I looked down in disbelief as my bare breasts jiggled, my pearly white bra in ruins. He’d practically denuded me without inflicting a single nick to my flesh.
Slowly lifting my head, I stared at the man. 
A smug smirk curved his mouth, and heat spread from his half-mast eyes to permeate my entire body.
Keeping his gaze snared, I wore a smirk of my own, if little else. With a sinuous roll of my shoulders, I let the torn blouse and tattered bra slip down my arms and off my fingers. 
Then I sauntered to the broad-shouldered, bronze-haired giant, clasping my dagger and dancing it across the air between us. 
Kelly kept his blade by his side that time. 
He seemed entranced by my bouncing breasts and obnoxiously tight nipples, but I wasn’t foolish enough to think he’d give up all control quite so easily. 
When I reached him, I laid the flat side of my slim blade against the evident erection in his faded jeans. “Did you really want my dagger at your dick again?”
He clenched his KA-BAR but remained otherwise unmoving. 
“As hot as this is, I’d rather have your mouth on my cock. At least with you sucking me, you won’t be able to talk back.”
The deep drugging tone of his voice almost robbed me of breath. His filthy comment should make me want to slice my blade into him. But it didn’t.
I drew the dagger up then flipped the tip beneath the hem of his T-shirt. “Well, what’s good for the goose . . .”
He inhaled sharply as his arms flexed into dangerously hard weapons themselves. “Just don’t geld me.” 
I caressed his abs with my knife. “I wouldn’t dare.” 
It only took three deft slices of my blade to destroy his shirt like he’d done mine. He jerked the remnants off with an indrawn breath so every single muscle on his chest stamped into high tattooed relief.
The electric atmosphere between us transformed from fury to desperate fire. 
Feeling all superior with my more feminine dagger, I bragged, “You see? Bigger doesn’t always mean better.”
Another insidious smirk cut across his bearded face and then he placed his KA-BAR and the two guns onto his dresser within easy reach. 
He never once lost contact with my eyes as his hands moved to the waist of his jeans. 
In mouthwatering slow motion, Kelly popped his jeans open. He shucked them off along with everything else until he stood—hard, tall, inked, and majestic—in front of me.
“Bigger doesn’t mean better?” His eyebrow spiked high then he looked down at himself. “You sure about that?”
I followed the line of his sight as if magnetized. 
And then I felt faint.