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!

Forced into the mafia man's bed . . .
🔪NOW LIVE! 🔪
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.