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All I wanted was a new life, a fresh start in Faders Bay. But fate hadn’t written my name in the stars, it was written in cold, murderous blood. Zade. Sawyer. Dalton. Cross. They wanted something from me—they wanted my heart. Literally carved right out of my chest. They vowed to protect me, vowed to keep me safe from the very monsters they claimed to be. But Zade was the devil, a knight in shining murder, while the others sat back to watch the show, wicked grins stretched across their traitorous faces. I never should have trusted them.

Da Bree fra den ene dag til den anden forlader sit liv i New York og flytter til en lille by i Maine, håber hun, at hun endelig kan lægge fortiden bag sig og finde fred. Allerede første dag i byen møder hun Archer Hale. En mand, der lever for sig selv, og som kæmper med sine egne dæmoner. Archers stemme er en fortælling om en kvinde, der bærer på et traume, og den mand, hvis kærlighed er nøglen til hendes frihed.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s package, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

Thrown in a cage and stripped of my dignity, I was auctioned to the highest bidder, but I never imagined that I'd end my night in the home of Killian DeLorenzo—head of the Romanian Mafia and the most powerful man in the country.

Nate Ryder has made it his mission to make my life a living hell and now my parents expect me to go and live with the guy for the foreseeable future. I'd rather gouge out my eyes with a toothpick than live with him and his little brother, Jesse. Nate Ryder is a bad boy through and through. He's the devil and he knows it. Now that devil is my roommate. This is going to be one bumpy ride. 

I have never been at such a low. School work? Stuff it. Manners? Get screwed. Being a decent human being? Over my dead body. And it's all because of him. Nate was supposed to be the reason I wake up in the morning, until he took that reason away. Now, I'm left feeling like an empty shell of the girl I used to be. He's the love of my life. Always has been and always will be. I don't doubt it, he's going to come running back, and when he does, you better believe it, I'm going to make him work for it. Right down to the bone. Thank God I have my girls and Jesse. Without them, I'd be lost.

What do you do when the killers come out to play? When it's hunt or be hunted? You sharpen your knives and prepare to get bloody because nobody does it better than a woman scorned with something to prove. Welcome to the 23rd annual serial killer war games, where the adrenaline runs high, the blood is fresh, and the revenge is best served cold.

Men tremble at the sound of their names while women run, their lives flashing before their eyes. They’re the monsters under your bed, the boogeymen in your closet. Every living soul fears them. They’re relentless and they’re coming to play. They’re the sons of the most notorious mafia boss, the leader of the DeAngelis Family, and they’ve just set their twisted sights on me. They stalked me through my apartment, haunted my hallways, and crippled me with fear. They led me straight into their trap and captured me as though they had every right.

Slade Cruz is the devil. He’s intimidating, sexy as sin, and unpredictably wild. His eyes draw me in while his vicious smirk screams at me to run and never look back. I’m a toy to him, a pawn to use in his devilish games. I’ve already suffered through hell and back and if it’s games he wants then it’s games he’ll get, but he should be warned, this time it’s my turn to play the lead. This time, I get to be the devil.

Moving in with a billionaire playboy is supposed to be some sort of Cinderella story, right? I’m supposed to be having the time of my life while living the dream. Wrong. When the bank took our home, it didn’t come as a surprise. The bomb was when mom told me we were moving out of Breakers Flats, away from my crew, and to a place that only existed in fairy tales—Bellevue Springs. Home of the insanely beautiful, rich, and famous.

Standing at the top of the DeAngelis empire isn’t as glamorous as it sounds. Sure, it comes with the kind of power one could only ever dream of, and having three men to lavish me with undeniable pleasure is the greatest perk of all. But where there’s power, there’s pain, and many rivals have died at my feet while learning that lesson.

Who said prison was going to stop me from getting what I wanted? I thought breaking out of there was going to be the hardest thing I ever did. I should have known. Being the leader of The Black Widows is never that easy. Someone should have warned me that the woman I was about to kidnap was going to bring me to my knees.

Now it’s more important than ever to watch our backs. Our defenses are down, and the enemy lies in wait, but they can’t break us. I won’t let them. As far as I’m concerned, they can come at me with everything they’ve got because I’m Tanner Morgan, and I’m ready to burn them down.

It’s the thought that’s kept me going for four long years. I’ve imagined it, dreamed about it, relished in it. I want it so bad, but the question is, do I have what it takes to make it happen? Taking a life isn’t for the faint-hearted. Just ask Lucien, he knows. He’s taken me back to where it all started, and I know exactly how it’s going to go.

I can’t say I’ve ever wished for someone to be bitten right on the tip of their junk by a giant bull ant before, but Tanner Morgan—the only man capable of making me want to scream and cream at the same damn time—just might be the guy to change that. He’s infuriating in every way possible, and out of all the massive changes in my life, I thought living next to him would be the worst thing I'd ever have to deal with. I was wrong...so damn wrong.

I’ve always said that my life is about surviving, but I didn’t realize how true that was until the devil sent me soaring off a bridge with the love of my life and lodged a bullet through my thigh.

Who the f--k gave Slade Cruz this kind of power over me? I don’t know how it happened. One minute he was the guy I loathed, and the next thing I knew, I was waking up beside him desperate to get out of there. When secrets are revealed, Slade and I realize that we are more connected than we could have ever known. Not only are we learning that our hearts beat as one, but we now share a common enemy who neither of us could have foreseen. I’m quickly learning that Lucien Valentine isn’t only the monster in my storybook, but makes appearances in many.

I’m sure if I hadn’t spilled beer all over him and gave a subtle suggestion of where he could shove his best friend’s dick, perhaps we would have started out on a better note. How was I supposed to know that the dude was the captain of Bradford Private’s precious football team? I had just witnessed my boyfriend three inches deep inside some random girl. Surely you can't blame a girl for word vomit after such a traumatic experience.

They’re dead. I feel it right down in the bottom of my soul. They were snatched away like trophies in the night and slaughtered before my very eyes. Those three gunshots will forever ring through my mind, tormenting every waking minute of my life.

A DeAngelis family war is brewing and these heathens are the vicious ringleaders, pulling the strings of their pawns for the greatest show of all—a show that will guarantee sweet, sweet victory.