The next book in the internationally bestselling mafia series…
All is lost. All. I don't recognize myself in the mirror anymore. My thoughts are filled with hatred and dripping with rage. I've lost my soul. She took it to the depths of Hell with her and haunts me with images of what could have been. Sixty lives are mine to take. Sixty lives stand in the way of my vengeance. Sixty lives plus one more. Mine. When the last drop of blood falls — mine will be spilled. Only one person stands in the way. She doesn't realize I'll kill her too. I don't own a heart. And even if I did — I wouldn't fall prey to its lies again. I am Chase Abandonato. Heir to a legacy of betrayal. And I will kill them all. Even if it means pointing the gun at myself. A life for a life. A soul for a soul. Now I lay me down to sleep… I pray the Lord my soul to keep. Blood in. No out.
Lucas Thorn wasn’t born a cheater. All it took was a single moment—say, a certain disastrous incident on the night before his wedding—and boom. Reputation destroyed forever and always. So now he owns it. He has a lady friend for every night of the week (except Sundays—God’s day and all), and his rules are simple: No commitments. No exceptions.
But a certain smart-mouthed, strawberry blonde vixen is about to blow that all to hell.
Avery Black has never forgiven Lucas for cheating on her sister. And suddenly being forced to work with him is pretty much a nightmare on steroids. Of course, it does afford her the opportunity to make his life as difficult as possible. But no good revenge scheme comes without payback. Because he didn’t become the Lucas Thorn without learning a few things about women.
Now Avery’s lust for vengeance has turned into, well, lust. And if Lucas stops cheating, it’s definitely not because he’s falling in love…
Lucas Thorn likes women. After one very disastrous attempt at a serious relationship, Lucas realised that he was better suited to playing the field. A lady every night of the week, no commitment, no complications and absolutely no attachment. Everyone knows you’re not cheating if they know about it… right?
Avery Black always had Lucas on a pedestal. He could do no wrong in her eyes, until he broke her sister’s heart and hers along with it. So when she finds herself suddenly working for him, sparks will fly, and not in a good way. He was her best friend, but she doesn’t recognise the man he has turned into. But if she looks a bit deeper is the Lucas she knew still there?
I absolutely LOVED this book. It was just what I need after a long run of heavier stories and man did it make me laugh. I’m not going to go into the storyline too much but these two characters soon find themselves in a hole together and the more they try to get out of it, the deeper they fall. It lends for a hilarious story told in dual POV, about two people reconnecting and realising that what has been may not have been all they thought it was after all.
If you are looking for an entertaining romantic comedy with a really sweet underlying love story and lots of belly laughing moments, this book is not one that should be missed. Without doubt my favourite RVD book to date. Can’t wait now for Cheater’s Regret, Austin and Thatch’s book.
Jane isn’t entirely sure that Cinderella got such a raw deal. Sure, she had a rough start, but didn’t she eventually land a prince and a happily-ever-after? Meanwhile, Jane is busy waiting on her demanding, entitled sisters, running her cleaning business, and . . . yep, not a prince in sight. Until a party and a broken shoe incident leave Jane wondering if princes—or at least, a certain deliciously hunky billionaire—maybe do exist.
Except Brock Wellington isn’t anyone’s dream guy. Hell, a prince would never agree to be auctioned off in marriage to the highest bidder. Or act like an arrogant jerk—even if it was just a façade. Now, as Brock is waiting for the auction chopping block, he figures it’s karmic retribution that he’s tempted by a sexy, sassy woman he can’t have. But while they can’t have a fairy-tale ending, maybe they can indulge in a little bit of fantasy . .