Résultats pour "A J Hartley" dans Suspense romantique

One, two, I'm coming for you. She's my obsession. Three, four, kneel on the floor. I want to possess her in every way. Five, six, I'm up to my old tricks. She knows me as The Portland Serial K!ll3r. Seven, eight, lay in wait. Little does she know I'm watching her. Nine, ten, never to be seen again. Welcome to your worst nightmare, Little Lamb. Who am I? Let me introduce myself. I'm Death. And I have found my Queen.

Welcome back to your darkest nightmare. I am Death, and they've stripped away my mask of mercy. My little lamb, I will paint the streets red until you're safe in my arms again.

Joining the Brotherhood was supposed to lock my violent past away for good. I was in too deep when I learned their dark secret. All Brothers must choose a Ward. A captive woman to own, train, and punish. It reignites the sadistic desires I've smothered. I try to do the right thing and choose a sweet, submissive woman who wants this life. But fate has other plans and throws Quinn at my feet instead.

Serving a three-year sentence after a violent manic episode, I own this psychiatric institute and every last patient in it. Dealing contraband to the desperate and disturbed has earned me this kingdom. To survive, I simply sacrificed my soul. They all fear me. Worship me. Hate me. But no more than the demons I barely escaped last year. They thought they'd broken me with their greed and depravity. Instead, they made me ruthless. Now, my enemies are back—and they're out for blood.

Harrowdean Manor is on fire. When a violent riot erupts, the fragile order inside the institute's walls crumbles overnight. Mob mentality and chaos now reign. We're in the eye of the storm. But the real war is in our minds. Amidst the anarchy, the true enemy lurks just beyond the barricades. Plotting. Preparing. Waiting to strike. Escaping their sick experiment won't erase our sins. Danger still lurks around every corner as we flee a criminal conspiracy on the verge of collapse.