Category: University / New Adult

BILLIONAIRE BIKERS

9/26/2022

America's most popular underground racing club masquerading as a college fraternity...
Expect the steamiest and most heartbreaking college romances. Happy-ever-afters are earned, not given.

Other schools have hot jocks and rich frat boys. Our college has billionaire bikers, and they're everything a girl would secretly want.

THE JERK

They hated each other at first sight...

Leandro Christopoulos is known for three things. Rich. Hot. And he drives a bike.
Roberta "Bobby" Granger is also known for three things. Nerdy. Snarky. And she runs a charity.
She isn't his type at all, but when the Greek billionaire accidentally sees her naked, he knows he has to have her...even if it means pretending he has a heart to lose.

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THE SUN GOD

He might be named after the sun god, but Helios Andreadis was no Mr. Sunshine.

Past betrayals had made Helios aloof and cynical, and he only trusted his brothers and chosen kin. Everyone else was suspect...and that included the tomboyish, camera-wielding MJ.
She was too young for him. Too nice. But when he found out that she had only joined their club because she liked another man---
Helios decided it was time to stop treating her with kid gloves.
He wanted her. He would take her. And then he would leave her.

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THE PLAYBOY

She saw me. The real me.

Kellion was the Vice President of Afxisi, America's most popular and exclusive underground racing club...that also happened to be masquerading as a college fraternity.
He was wicked and dashing, a man whose charm had him surrounded by people every second. But no one really saw him. No one except her.
She was beautiful, funny, and snarky. But she was also far too young and good for him, and whose childhood trauma had her refusing to use her voice and speaking only with pen and paper.
He wanted her. Needed her. But if he chose to stay, he also knew he would end up destroying her.

THE SAINT

They say he looked like an angel. They believed he was one. They were wrong.

Yuri Athanas' role was to be the golden boy of the Afxisi, and he played his role to perfection...even if the truth was the opposite.
Because of him, his sister had nearly lost everything, and since then, he had kept everyone at a distance.
Yuri did not want the past to happen all over again, but it seemed as if he had no choice.
Her name was Kalli, and she was the real angel between them.
She was innocence personified, and when she told Yuri she loved him, he knew he had no choice but to believe her.
And because he loved her back---
He had to let her go.

THE BAD BOY

Greek billionaire Andreus Economou is Hallie’s first love, but he’s also the only man to break her heart – and he’s done it more than once, too.

Now that she’s twenty-four, and hopefully just a little wiser, too, Hallie decides that it’s time she stops running away from her feelings.
This time, she’s going to let nature run its course – and stop pretending she’s not in love with him.

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My Russian Stepbrothers

12/20/2021

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I know I'm lucky, to have three of the hottest Russian guys in town as my doting (but often overprotective) stepbrothers.And I know, I really do understand that I shouldn't jeopardize what I have. What we have. A big, beautiful house. A happy family. A promising future.
But then I see him. I look at him. And I just can't help wanting him, even knowing it's forbidden.
Vassi.
I love him so much. Need him. Want him.
Even though I know one day, he'd fall for another girl, and I wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

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It was a day of many firsts for Seri.
Her first day in college, her first class with Vassi, and the first day since…that time.
With Seri seated alone at the last row, it was just Seri and Vassi sharing the long console table as he slid into the vacant seat on her left. Darkness allowed him to escape detection, everyone too busy watching the video tutorial playing in front.
If the lights had been on, it would have been different of course. All the girls would have gone crazy at the knowledge that Vassi Grachyov was with them.
Vassi! Grachyov! In! The! Flesh!
Seri had seen it happen too many times to count.
She felt him move his chair closer to her, and she resisted the urge to move her seat away from him.
D’err mo.
She sucked at this.
She had been the one to force him into being her boyfriend and---
“Still not going to look my way, solnishka moya?” The words were whispered straight into her ear, and Seri nearly fell off her chair.
Bo zheh moy. Oh my God, but what was that?
How was it that his mere voice was enough to turn her on now?
This close, she could smell his aftershave, could feel his breath fanning her skin. He leaned even closer, his arm resting at the back of her chair.
“Maybe you should think twice about this.”
“No,” she hissed under her breath. Even without looking at him, she could feel him smirking, and she was torn between wanting to kick him under the table and---
An idea crystallized in her mind, and she found herself unable to let go of it.
She could do it. She was going to do it. She really was, and it would teach him to underestimate her.
So yes, she would do it.
She would.
Vassi started to move away, still smirking, and it was both irritating and sexy, the way he seemed capable of reading her every mind---
Seri took a deep breath and just did it.
She touched his knee under the desk.
Ha!
Triumph filled her as she succeeded in making the first move, and her body trembled at the feel of his knee under her fingers. Seri glanced at Vassi, and the faint light coming from the glow of the projection allowed her to see his face, which was…bland.
Huh?
He raised a brow. “That’s it?”
Her lips parted and closed.
B’lyad.
She really sucked at this, and color flooded her cheeks as she realized that what seemed like such an incredible achievement for her was probably child’s play for someone as experienced as Vassi. They might only be a year apart in age, but she wasn’t foolish enough to think that the difference between his level of experience and hers could be measured the same way.
Angry and humiliated, she started to pull her hand away, but his hand suddenly covered hers.
Her gaze jerked to his. “Let go!”
“What’s wrong?” His lips curved. “We’re just getting started.” He picked her hand up.
“Shut---” But she found herself choking instead, unable to believe what Vassi had just done.
Or made her do.
Whatever.
The point was, her hand was now on…his…dick.
Her eyes flew to him in shock. Was he serious? They were in class, and they were not alone!
And as if to answer her, Vassi slowly started to move her hand up and down his dick. His eyes still held hers captive, gleaming with cruel pleasure. Yes, he was serious. Yes, he knew they were in class, they were not alone, and wasn’t that goddamn exciting?
Her breath hitched, and she wanted to bang her head against the table. She really sucked at this. She was supposed to be the one seducing him, blackmailing him, and yet it was the opposite.
Vassi’s hand tightened around hers as he pushed her to move her hand faster. His dick was longer and harder, thicker, too, than she imagined, and the knowledge that she was holding it---
Holy Mother of Russian Miracles, she was holding Vassi’s dick---
She wanted to moan and whimper, she wanted to open and close her legs at the same time, the wetness soaking her panties making her ache with a strange kind of need to be filled.
When his dick twitched in her hold, her fingers involuntarily tightened around his arousal, and she heard him hiss.
It was the most beautiful sound---
The lights opened.
“Does anyone have questions?” the professor in front asked.
That, on the other hand, was the most awful sound she had ever heard. It was the sound of knowing they could be discovered any moment, of people realizing that she was giving her stepbrother a hand job in public---
Panicking, she tried tugging her hand away, but instead he only made her hand stroke him faster. He still had his arm on the back of her chair, but he was facing the professor, his posture entirely relaxed.
Nothing in his demeanor gave him away---
And yet, under the table, she could feel his dick growing between her fingers, could feel it throbbing almost violently----
Seri heard him say between clenched teeth, “Faster.”
And somehow, she couldn’t stop herself, stroking him as fast as she could while she squeezed him hard, drawing every little lesson of seduction she could from all the hentai videos she had watched.
In the corner of her eye, she saw Vassi stiffen in his seat, just before he started to cum.
Oooooooh.
She hurriedly covered her mouth with her free hand before her moan escaped her.
B’lyad.
That sound---
She squeezed her eyes shut as the sound of his pleasure played over and over in her mind.
She had made her stepbrother, Vassi, come with her hand.
And Holy Mother of Russia, but instead of feeling dirty, she just wanted…more.
The bell rang, and everyone started to stand up. Vassi grabbed her wrist and before she knew what was happening, he already had her out of the classroom, and they were walking away.
“I can’t believe you made me do that,” she hissed at him even as she struggled to keep up with his pace.
“You shouldn’t be complaining.” He smirked down at her. “Wasn’t that the point of this entire arrangement?” He bent down and without missing a step, he bit the outer lobe of her ear, whispering, “This is how I am as a boyfriend, solnishka moya.”
Argh!
She tripped over her own feet, making Vassi laughingly stop as he helped Seri regain her balance. She looked up, but before she could speak, he shook his head at her. “Give it up, leech.” His tone was light, but his gaze held a warning in it. “This blackmailing thing isn’t you, and in the end…only one of us will get hurt.”

This well-written, different style of Reverse Harem was good story with good characters with chemistry. ~ Amazon Vine Voice verified 5-star review

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Billionaire Bikers: The Jerk - College Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

12/19/2021

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NOTE: This was previously published as Leandro: Greek. Biker. Billionaire, which is the novel version of Heart Racer and Driven by Love.

They hated each other at first sight, but then he saw her coming out of the shower...
College bad boy Leandro Christopoulos is known for being rich and hot...as well as driving a bike.
College overachiever Roberta "Bobby" Granger is known for being rich and snarky...as well as running a charity.
She isn't his type at all, but when the Greek billionaire accidentally sees her naked, he knows he has to have her...even if it means pretending he has a heart to lose.

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Looking down on her, the mutinous look on her oval face made Leandro mentally sigh. “I’m sorry for what happened yesterday,” he forced himself to say.
“Really?”
He said impatiently, “Has no one taught you to be gracious when accepting an apology?”
She flushed. He was right in that score, but she didn’t want to admit it. She shot back, “I’d be gracious if I thought you were being sincere.”
It was his turn to flush. “You never know when to shut up.”
Her eyes flashed. “Is that your way of telling me to shut up? Because let me tell you---”
He kissed her.
Again, he had shut her up by kissing her.
This time, she managed to remain conscious enough to try to struggle. Try being the operative word because her efforts were completely wasted. He was so strong that he made it look like she was not refusing his touch at all. He had stopped in the middle of the dance floor, his arms around her like chains made of burning-hot steel.
She opened her mouth to scream, but stupid her, she forgot that was the one thing she should never do.
His tongue went in for the kill.
And that was…the end. Of her sanity.

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My Sadistic Billionaire

10/21/2021

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Previously published as For Angelo

I'm afraid of rich people, literally. So why have I ended up falling for a sadist with billions in the bank?

Girls fall for Angelo because he's beautiful. The way he moves. The things he say. Even the forms his punishment take is a work of art. Everything about him is beautiful and irresistibly sexy...
But for me, the first thing I noticed about him was his laugh. It's the most sinful sound, but it's also that sound...that soft, beguiling laugh of a fallen angel - it's that sound which saves me. Changes me. Irrevocably.
The Italian billionaire doesn't believe a good girl like me can accept his darkness. He has needs he believes I'm incapable of satisfying. Certain tastes he doesn't think I'll ever be able to enjoy.
I'm determined to prove him wrong, though. I can learn to be bad for him. And he can learn to be nice for me. Or so I hoped...until Angelo does something that is just too cruel, even for me.

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Lane looked back at her fallen angel.
His concerned gaze made her heart skip a beat, and his voice was like the most darkly seductive melody as he murmured, “If you’re sure you’re okay…”
“I think I hurt my ankle,” she blurted out. God forgive me. “M-maybe you can check on me later?” She could feel a blush stealing over her cheeks at how unnaturally forward she was being. “I’m out in an hour.” Lane’s words had the stranger raising a brow, but even as her cheeks turned redder, she just couldn’t make herself take the words back.
“I see.” The stranger’s lips curved in the sexiest little smile, and his silvery gray eyes settled on her contemplatively.
His sudden scrutiny was unnerving, but Lane forced herself to meet his gaze. She had nothing to hide. She was just crushing on him, and now she was, well, flirting outrageously with him. Other girls did it all the time. So it wasn’t bad…right?
“You’re…different,” the stranger murmured.
“In a good way…right?” Lane clarified worriedly.
His smile widened, but he didn’t say anything.
Her heart slammed hard against her chest. Gosh, oh gosh. It was just a smile, but she felt hot all over.
When he took a step back from her, Lane caught her breath, the pain of the increased distance surprising her.
“I’m keeping you, aren’t I?”
He nodded.
Her heart sank. “You’re meeting with someone?” Please say no, please say---
Another nod.
“I see.” Her heart had sped up its descent at his response, and she struggled to paste a smile on her trembling lips. Infatuation and heartbreak at first sight, Lane thought numbly. Who could’ve imagined it would happen this way?
Slowly, she made herself take a step back as well. Not meeting his gaze, she mumbled, “Sorry for keeping you.”
“It’s nothing.”
Silence.
“I’ll check up on you later---”
“You don’t have to---”
The stranger cupped her chin and forced her to look up. “Why not?”
She refused to be excited, frowning unhappily at him. “Because.”
“Because…what?” Again, his lips curved in that sexy little smirk, which even in her pain didn’t fail to make her body tingle all over.
“Because you’re meeting with someone,” Lane snapped in a rare display of annoyance. “Happy now?” The words were supposed to come out a snarl, but she ended all choked up with hurt disappointment.
The stranger released her chin. “See you later.” And just like that, he turned and started to walk away.
“I said you don’t have to,” she muttered resentfully.
“Even when I tell you I’m only meeting up with the college dean for work?” the stranger answered without looking back.
Her eyes widened.
“And have I mentioned the dean also happens to be fifty years old, bald, and male?” But he was getting farther and farther away from her now, and she barely heard his next words, spoken in a musing tone. “But then, if you think I shouldn’t be checking up on you---”
“NO!” Lane clapped her hands over her mouth, shocked that she had actually ended up yelling the word out.
The stranger stopped walking.
She didn’t hesitate.
She hurried after him, and by the time she reached the stranger he had already turned to face her, a familiar smirk on his strong, beautiful face.
“You don’t seem to have a hurt ankle---”
She didn’t hesitate, pretending to limp on the last few steps.
His laughter rang out, and this time she realized what made it so different, what made her want to hear it again and again.
Lane stumbled to a stop.
She was suddenly perilously close to tears.
His laughter…reminded her of Laura.
Her brazen sense of joy, her indomitable spirit, her fierce love---
Against all odds.
“Are you okay?” Her fallen angel was in front of her again, his tone a mixture of wariness and worry, and she couldn’t blame him at all. She had to look crazy in his eyes right now, with the way she was flirting outrageously with him one moment and then fighting back tears the next.
“I’m not crazy, I promise,” she told him, trying but failing to repress her smile.
“If I weren’t a gentleman, I’d admit to being unconvinced.”
“You already said it,” she pointed out helplessly.
“Then I guess I’m not a gentleman.” And his silvery eyes gleamed in a way that told her there were other ungentlemanly things he wanted to do.
Oh, Looooooord.
And she heard herself ask breathlessly, “You’ll check on me later?”
“We’ll see.”
“Please?” She had never flirted in her entire life until now, but somehow the words came so easily to her, never mind if she couldn’t help blushing while she said them.
“We’ll see,” he repeated firmly. And it was clear in the way wickedness flashed in his silvery gaze that he liked hearing her beg, liked keeping her on her toes.
Lane watched him go, and not once did he look back even though he had to be aware of how her gaze followed his every movement.
Sadist, she thought absently, but for some reason, this didn’t displease her at all.

I received a free copy of this book via Booksprout and am voluntarily leaving a review. Oh my, wow I'm speechless this was the best twisted story I've ever read . I m just in love with these characters so much . so 10 stars is just not enough for this book . lane petersen has a anxiety disorder special form of plutophobia so when she hears a angel he knows she wants him but Angelo valenia the third has his own issues but these two will take you on a ride you just can't get off of.
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Betrayed On Stage

9/19/2021

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Previously published as The Rockstar I've Loved for So Long

French rockstar Dylan Charbonneau didn't mean to be best friends with an innocent schoolgirl like Bree...

And Bree certainly didn't mean to have a crush on a rock god notorious for his womanizing ways.
Dylan does everything to keep her at a distance, but Bree is tired of waiting.
She's willing to risk it all for love, but because Dylan knows it could never work out between them...
He'll just have to hurt the only girl he's cared about...for her sake.

Note: This book is a steamy first love standalone contemporary romance. HEA guaranteed.

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“You didn’t answer your phone, babe,” were the first words she heard when Bree finally managed to extract her phone from her gym bag and answer the call. The ringtone, assigned only to a single name in her contact list, said it all. She was so going to kick herself if she didn’t answer in time.
The words sounded more cool than accusatory, but since this was Dylan Charbonneau they were talking about, Bree knew it was secretly more of the latter.
“Sorry,” she apologized sincerely, a little out of breath as she collapsed on the bench, thoroughly winded after her hour-long run on the treadmill. “I left it in my locker with the rest of my stuff while I was working out.”
Bree’s words over the phone made Dylan want to groan. It called to mind all sorts of erotic images, of the now fabulously shapely Bree in a sports bra and tiny gym shorts, her skin sleek with sweat as he took her from behind.
Somehow, ever since Bree turned eighteen late last year, his desire for her knew no bounds. Dylan dreamt of taking her virginity and fucking her hard almost every night these days, forcing him to take a cold shower way too often for his liking.
It was hell, but he knew a far worse fate awaited him if he tried to act on his needs.
Bree was special. Bree was untouchable. Bree would and should…never be his.
“Be careful that you don’t work out too much,” he cautioned lightly. “I don’t want you turning yourself into a toothpick---”
“Like the supermodels you date?” she asked with acerbic sweetness.
Dylan chuckled, the sound intimate enough to make her shiver. “Don’t be a bitch, babe. You know they’re like that for work.”
“Ha!”
“Besides, I don’t give a damn if that’s what they want. It’s you I care about.”
He said the words so easily, Bree thought grumpily. Why couldn’t she do the same? Why couldn’t she just tell Dylan she loved him? They both knew he was – had always been – aware of her feelings for him anyway.
“Hmph.”
Dylan only chuckled again. “I miss you, you know.”
“Then come visit me so you won’t miss me any longer,” she said, doing her best to sound gruff. Just because the whole world knew she was head over heels in love with him didn’t mean she had to wear her heart on her sleeve all the time.
“If only I could,” he said, meaning it. He wanted so badly to fly to Florida and just be with her, but that would be suicidal. One look at a grown-up Sabrina Wyle and Dylan knew he would be on her and inside her, and to hell with the consequences.
“Why couldn’t you?” Bree winced at how whiny she sounded.
“Work,” Dylan said evasively, hating the fact that he was now forced to lie to her.
“Oh.”
And that sound of disappointment in Bree’s suddenly quiet voice? He hated that even more, but nothing was worse than knowing he was the reason for it.

A love transcending years. A Rockstar who believes he doesn't 'belong' to any ONE; he needs to be available for his many fans. Yet, realization comes at a price.
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A Dangerous and Cruel Love: Bad Boy Mafia #2

9/2/2021

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She was too pure for his world. Too good for a man like him. She had every reason to be scared, but instead she chose to fall in love...with him.

I should've gotten rid of her from the start.
Instead, I stole her away from her boyfriend.
I made her mine.
I made her believe I could keep her safe.
I made her think we had a future.
But instead I found myself breaking all of my promises.

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“Look at me, Fawn.” He didn’t say anything else but instead waited patiently, knowing that she needed the time to accept that from here on, she could no longer run to Bennett when she was in trouble. Now, after the other man’s betrayal, it was Bennett she would be running away from.
When her eyes finally lifted to his, he asked simply, “Do you know why you don’t hurt when you’re with me?”
“B-because we’re friends?”
The prince smiled.
She smiled back.
Then the prince lowered his head, and before she realized what he was doing, he had already bitten her ear, whispering, “Friends don’t do this.” And his tongue licked the curve of her ear almost as if in emphasis.
She jumped back with a cry of shock, but the prince only shrugged. “You shouldn’t have done that!”
The prince only laughed. “I’ll do a lot more than that, and you’ll want me to do it.” He reached for her, and ignoring the way she stiffened, he tugged on a lock of her hair, rubbing the silky strands between his fingers.
His touch made her shiver, but still she forced herself to lift her chin, muttering stubbornly, “You’re wrong. I won’t want---”
“You will,” the prince countered in a husky purr, “and I can even make you beg for it…because it’s how I’m going to make the pain fade.”

After reading part 1 I went and started part 2 right away, I just had to know what was going to happen! Part 2 keep me on my toes! The sex scenes had me grinning, Prince and Fawn have such wonderful chemistry. The action and suspense had me up til 4Am finishing this book! I would definitely recommend reading both parts to this book and I sure hope one day we will get a small follow up book as well!
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A Dangerous and Possessive Love: Bad Boy Mafia #1

9/2/2021

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He's powerful, merciless, and so, so dangerous that people call him the Prince of Darkness. And right now, the prince wants...me.

I really should've known better.
His place looks more like a fortress than a home, and everyone living with him is armed to the teeth.
That should've been enough to send me running.
But because I was foolish, I ended up working for him.
A foolish lamb serving the terrifying wolf in a suit.
I thought having a boyfriend would make me immune to the Prince of Darkness.
I thought I could keep myself safe.
But I was wrong.

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When Igor came back after escorting the girl out, the prince said idly, “She’s different, isn’t she?”
“In a good way, I believe.” Igor took his usual place, standing at the side of the prince.
Leaning back against his seat, the prince remarked, “She calls me ‘prince.’” While he was known as the Prince of Darkness, no one had really called him that to his face.
“Which you are one,” Igor pointed out.
He rolled his eyes. “Not by blood or appointment, and you know that.”
“The people on the island think differently.” When the prince had turned eighteen, he had received a posthumous bequest from Rodrigo amounting to millions of dollars, all of which he had used to build new infrastructure on the island he had grown up in as well as set up livelihood programs for victims of gang-related crime.
The prince shook his head. “I’m just giving back what was theirs from the start.”
“Not many others would.” Igor’s tone was unusually cynical, but both of them knew he spoke the truth. Seeing the prince’s expression turn grim, he changed the subject, saying, “I believe you’ve made the right decision with the girl.”
“Do you?” The prince’s tone was unreadable.
Igor nodded firmly. “I am certain it has not escaped your notice that the last five women we dismissed had all made the mistake of thinking you were in love with them.”
The prince let out an inelegant snort.
“Exactly, sir. Ms. Cornwall, however, is unlikely to do the same. After all, she is engaged to Mr. Grant Bennett---”
“Who, according to you,” the prince interrupted in a lazy drawl, “is my opposite.”
“Your exact opposite, sir.”
The prince raised a brow. “Did you really need to emphasize that?”
The older man’s expression remained bland. “Ms. Cornwall has been fortunate enough to find herself a good man to love, and I believe that Mr. Bennett is equally fortunate to have someone like Ms. Cornwall as his fiancée. It would be a pity if her employment with us would cause problems in the relationship.”
“Is that your roundabout way of telling me,” the prince drawled, “I should keep my hands off her?”
“Your words, not mine, sir.”
The prince rolled his eyes. “She’s not my type, Igor.”
“I am overjoyed to hear that, sir.” But privately, Igor wasn’t so certain. After all, when the girl had answered back, the prince had neither reprimanded nor fired her, which he normally would have done. Instead, the younger man had almost…smiled.
A genuine smile, which Igor had only seen the prince doing in the company of his small circle of friends.
But with the women he took to bed?
Never.

A Dangerous and Possessive Love by Marian Tee was one of the most provocative, enticing stories I’ve ever read….!!!!!! It’s the story of Reid (Prince) and Fawn. She’s going to University and is engaged to Grant. She applies at a job with Reid, the Prince of Darkness…well-known for his decadent, wild parties and lots of women. They quietly, secretly entranced with one another…

This is the most delicious, tantalizing ‘chase’ I’ve ever read!!!!! Wonderfully romantic, endlessly captivating. I loved this story…and it isn’t over yet!!! Absolutely LOVED it and can’t wait for book 2!!!!

I am volunteering to leave a review for an Advance Reader Copy of this book.

- Amazon 5-star review

If you enjoyed the Bad Boy Mafia romance, then you might also enjoy my Club Afxisi series, which is also set in Christopoulos University.

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BOOK AND SERIES DESCRIPTIONS

BILLIONAIRE BIKERS

THE JERK

THE SUN GOD

THE PLAYBOY

THE SAINT

THE BAD BOY

My Russian Stepbrothers

Billionaire Bikers: The Jerk - College Enemies-to-Lovers Romance

My Sadistic Billionaire

Betrayed On Stage

A Dangerous and Cruel Love: Bad Boy Mafia #2

A Dangerous and Possessive Love: Bad Boy Mafia #1

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