The Predator: An Enemies to Lovers Dark Romance (Dark Verse Book 1)

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Hard pause. "As much as I detest this, I'm here to talk business.""Since when does the Outfit does business with the daughter of the

The leader of Shadow Port shivered under his heavy coat, not used to the freezing temperatures in his city in the west. The leader of the Tenebrae Outfit laughed. They saw the sun even less than he saw his wife. Jovial conversation was exchanged. The man with each leader stayed a silent observant. But something bigger, something worse is happening in their world. And despite their animosity, only they can fight it down.

Even though she's intensely private, she shares a strong bond with her readers. Her favorite part about writing is knowing that it has somehow changed somebody's day in some corner of the world for the better. You've involved us in this and now you have to see it through.""Or else?" she demanded, raising her eyebrows, her arm starting to

So, I've made a private reader's group on Facebook for discussions, theories, exclusive and early access to teasers and lots of fun, naughty stuff. Come join the tribe! Vera You never stop grieving a parent's loss but I hope your pain becomes more bearable with time... You never stop grieving a parent's loss but I hope your pain becomes more bearable with time... ...more Courage takes only a second to become foolishness," he said quietly, his dark eyes alert. "Keep that in mind.” It was the most beautiful kiss she could have ever dreamed of, the most untainted she’d ever imagined from him, with a softness she’d not thought him capable of. With his intensity, with his blazing eyes, the silent promises had been of devouring. The silence was rife with something, heavy with a kind of anticipation she could not understand, almost as if they were facing off at the edge of a cliff, a breath away from plunging down.”On a cold, dark night in winter, with the wind howling and the skies crying in sleet, two men from the Tenebrae Outfit met the two men from Shadow Port in the middle of nowhere. Though the two families had been rivals for over a decade, it was becoming bad for business. Theirs was a small world and they could not keep biting each other’s heads off when there were bigger, more lucrative ventures that could benefit them both. It was time to end the rivalry of a decade and begin a partnership for the future. Authors, if you are a member of the Goodreads Author Program, you can edit information about your own books. Find out how in this guide. In that moment, the man who'd claimed her death had given her a glimpse of life by doing something he probably didn't even realize he'd done. And then, the business was discussed. Weapons and alcohol - they were the face of the operation. It was time to begin a new venture, a first with the family. The leader of Tenebrae suggested the idea. It was a new trade, not common in the world yet, but had a great future and more money than they had dreamed of. The leader of Shadow agreed. The men vowed to keep it quiet, keep it a hidden trade, to let everyone think of arms and booze as their main business.

Morana steeled it. "Yet. What's to tell me you won't kill me now?""Because we don't want to start a war," Dante finally let go of her The Tenebrae leader opened up the trunk of his car. Two young girls, not more than eight years of age, lay there unconscious, unaware of what Morana felt her heart thud, her chest rise and fall rapidly. "It wasn't a damn kiss. I bit you." One side of his lips quirked up even as his eyes heated. "Doesn't matter. I get my mouth on you, and you'll never be the same.” She would remember it because, in that moment, something inside her shifted. Shifted utterly, because in that moment, the enemy, the man who hated her more than anything, had done what no one had ever done. I stumbled upon writing accidentally while going through a severe depression. Writing became not just a means of expressing but also healing. It taught me to love, to live, and most importantly, it made me discover who I was."I feel like an ancient soul trapped in a young body. The phoenix is my spirit animal, books are my lifesavers, and words are my lifeblood. Tristan Caine terrified her, but it wasn't because of the death he was bringing her slowly, the death he would bring her one day, the death he raised in her. No. It was the life.”

It begins with a character, usually, and once he stands up on his feet and begins to move, all I can do is trot along behind him with a paper and pencil trying to keep up long enough to put down what he says and does.” No one else gets to kill you, Ms. Vitalio," he spoke quietly. "The last face you see before you die will be mine. When it comes to death, you're mine.”

He’d seen her vulnerable multiple times and nuzzled her jugular instead of ripping it out. He’d seen her feisty so many times and had fed her fire instead of dousing it. He’d seen her as her and despite everything, he’d not exploited that, like her own father had done so many times”