Author: Nora Flite
Release Date: March 6, 2018
Then the black car came.
Strangers in sharp suits dragged my father back to a past he kept hidden. Worse, they made him choose one of us—his own children—to go and live with his enemies. It’s a way to keep him working for them… and from running again.
I’m a hostage.
The food is fancy, the carpets are lush, but this bed isn’t mine. I don’t belong here and my head and heart know it. I’m painfully alone.
And then I’m not.
The first time I meet Dominic Bradley, he saves me from a maid with a pair of scissors. This sweet boy is nothing like the rest of his family. He becomes the only sunlight in these smothering halls. The one person holding me together.
When he leaves for six years, it shreds my soul.
It’s nothing compared to when he comes back.
Gone is my sweet boy. In his place is a hardened soldier ready to obey his father. He’s gained new demons; and I’ve lost my only friend. Dominic acts like he’s forgotten our past. But I can’t. It’s impossible to forget the moment I fell in love.
I know where we began.
I’m not sure where we’ll end.
Author: Nora Flite
Release Date: March 20, 2018
Laiken has finally heard the dark rumors about me.
Everyone who hears runs away. But she can’t.
She’s trapped here, in my house—with me.
Each minute we’re together I’m driven to swallow her up. To see if the electricity that moves between us will grow or vanish. I thought we were falling in love.
Now, I’m sure that she hates my very existence.
But when she glares at me… I see a flicker of desire in her blue eyes.
The way she fixates on my mouth reminds me of how filthy we’ve been.
How filthy we could be.
My father has warned me to stay away from her. He knows she’s become my weakness.
All my life, I just wanted to be the perfect soldier for him.
To do everything he asked so he’d be proud.
I thought I could.
She’s doing her best to prove me wrong.
All of her romances involve passionate, filthy, and slightly obsessive heroes—because those are clearly the best kind! She’s always been a writer, and you’ll probably have to pry her keyboard/pen/magical future writing device out of her cold, dead fingers before she’ll stop.
She loves when people say hello! If you see her in the wild, walk up and start chatting. Or hey, just email her— firstname.lastname@example.org