FINALE OF TRILOGY Beauty and the Beast. Everyone knows how that fairytale goes, right? How an egotistical motherfucker gets trapped into a spell by a wicked witch, because he looked down upon her, judging her by how she looked before even knowing her. Then having to break that spell, by having a woman fall in love with him in his monster form. Except, I’m no fairytale prince. We all know that all the happily ever after’s from the movies are bullshit. Happily ever after’s don’t exist. Especially for a motherfucker like me. A man who’s done so much wrong, seen things he shouldn’t have seen. Watched men and women get tortured, murdered, be ripped away from their goddamn families. My name is Luca Costello. I grew up in the toughest streets of South Manchester, you know, the area stretching from Hulme to Moss Side up until Longsight. I know there’s that fucking cliché that everybody spits out from around here. “I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me.” “Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.” Except, I didn’t choose this life. Growing up, I was forced into this way of living. Postcode wars, Turf wars, competing for territory, gunning down any bastard who got in the way of business… It was all I knew. And it was all I was ever going to know. You can’t just leave the streets behind. Once you’re in, there’s no way out. Your past follows you wherever you fucking go. You don’t know how many enemies you’ve made. You don’t know whether the person staring at you from across the street is a stranger, or someone connected to somebody that you’ve crossed in the past. I wanted better for myself. Heck, I needed better. And I knew from the minute I met Zara Amelle, my life was going to turn upside down. She was sexy, bold, confident. A woman who knew what she fucking wanted. Too innocent for my world. But that didn’t stop me. I should have left her alone. I should have left her to live her life. Live her life without me. But she was like a fucking drug. Once I got one taste of her, I kept going back for more. Even if it killed us. They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. I’d been destined for hell my whole damn life. Living a life of sin, hurting so many people who didn’t deserve to be hurt. Except she was the opposite of me. She was like an angel. Who was going to save her from me? This is my story. She was the Beauty… And I was the Beast.

Beauty and the Beast. Everyone knows how that fairytale goes, right? How an egotistical motherfucker gets trapped into a spell by a wicked witch, because he looked down upon her, judging her by how she looked before even knowing her. Then having to break that spell, by having a woman fall in love with him in his monster form. Except, I’m no fairytale prince. We all know that all the happily ever after’s from the movies are bullshit. Happily ever after’s don’t exist. Especially for a motherfucker like me. A man who’s done so much wrong, seen things he shouldn’t have seen. Watched men and women get tortured, murdered, be ripped away from their goddamn families. My name is Luca Costello. I grew up in the toughest streets of South Manchester, you know, the area stretching from Hulme to Moss Side up until Longsight. I know there’s that fucking cliché that everybody spits out from around here. “I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me.” “Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.” Except, I didn’t choose this life. Growing up, I was forced into this way of living. Postcode wars, Turf wars, competing for territory, gunning down any bastard who got in the way of business… It was all I knew. And it was all I was ever going to know. You can’t just leave the streets behind. Once you’re in, there’s no way out. Your past follows you wherever you fucking go. You don’t know how many enemies you’ve made. You don’t know whether the person staring at you from across the street is a stranger, or someone connected to somebody that you’ve crossed in the past. I wanted better for myself. Heck, I needed better. And I knew from the minute I met Zara Amelle, my life was going to turn upside down. She was sexy, bold, confident. A woman who knew what she fucking wanted. Too innocent for my world. But that didn’t stop me. I should have left her alone. I should have left her to live her life. Live her life without me. But she was like a fucking drug. Once I got one taste of her, I kept going back for more. Even if it killed us. They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. I’d been destined for hell my whole damn life. Living a life of sin, hurting so many people who didn’t deserve to be hurt. Except she was the opposite of me. She was like an angel. Who was going to save her from me? This is my story. She was the Beauty… And I was the Beast.

PART 1 OF A TRILOGY Beauty and the Beast. Everyone knows how that fairytale goes, right? How an egotistical motherfucker gets trapped into a spell by a wicked witch, because he looked down upon her, judging her by how she looked before even knowing her. Then having to break that spell, by having a woman fall in love with him in his monster form. Except, I’m no fairytale prince. We all know that all the happily ever after’s from the movies are bullshit. Happily ever after’s don’t exist. Especially for a motherfucker like me. A man who’s done so much wrong, seen things he shouldn’t have seen. Watched men and women get tortured, murdered, be ripped away from their goddamn families. My name is Luca Costello. I grew up in the toughest streets of South Manchester, you know, the area stretching from Hulme to Moss Side up until Longsight. I know there’s that fucking cliché that everybody spits out from around here. “I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me.” “Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.” Except, I didn’t choose this life. Growing up, I was forced into this way of living. Postcode wars, Turf wars, competing for territory, gunning down any bastard who got in the way of business… It was all I knew. And it was all I was ever going to know. You can’t just leave the streets behind. Once you’re in, there’s no way out. Your past follows you wherever you fucking go. You don’t know how many enemies you’ve made. You don’t know whether the person staring at you from across the street is a stranger, or someone connected to somebody that you’ve crossed in the past. I wanted better for myself. Heck, I needed better. And I knew from the minute I met Zara Amelle, my life was going to turn upside down. She was sexy, bold, confident. A woman who knew what she fucking wanted. Too innocent for my world. But that didn’t stop me. I should have left her alone. I should have left her to live her life. Live her life without me. But she was like a fucking drug. Once I got one taste of her, I kept going back for more. Even if it killed us. They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. I’d been destined for hell my whole damn life. Living a life of sin, hurting so many people who didn’t deserve to be hurt. Except she was the opposite of me. She was like an angel. Who was going to save her from me? This is my story. She was the Beauty… And I was the Beast.

My husband. My Tormentor.The most notorious man in the city offers me a job.Act as his dead wife.Adrian Volkov isn't the type of person who takes no for an answer.He commands with an iron fist and all his orders are met.When he approaches me with the offer, I have two options.Go to prison or put myself under his wrath.I choose to have a roof over my head. What's so hard about acting, right?Wrong.The moment I step into his wife's shoes, everything spirals out of control.My only way of survival is through Adrian.Or is it?This book is part of a trilogy and is not standalone.

What kind of happily-ever-after do you get when you're forced to marry a monster? A monstrous Bratva leader who bounds your wrists and promises to break you. Mikhail Dmitriyev is a beautiful devil with a villainous heart and a thirst for revenge. The choices he gave me when he stole me away from my home with an army of men were very clear—marry me or die. I chose to marry him and live. But there's one small problem with his grand plan to reign Armageddon on the Mexican Cartel. I'm not the woman he thinks I am. I'm not the cartel princess he thinks he took to make his enemies bow to him. When my captor finds out my secret and realizes he married the wrong woman, love won't be enough to save me. And neither will his obsession. Deceptive Vows is a dark mafia arranged marriage romance. It is a complete standalone.

PART 2 OF TRILOGY Beauty and the Beast. Everyone knows how that fairytale goes, right? How an egotistical motherfucker gets trapped into a spell by a wicked witch, because he looked down upon her, judging her by how she looked before even knowing her. Then having to break that spell, by having a woman fall in love with him in his monster form. Except, I’m no fairytale prince. We all know that all the happily ever after’s from the movies are bullshit. Happily ever after’s don’t exist. Especially for a motherfucker like me. A man who’s done so much wrong, seen things he shouldn’t have seen. Watched men and women get tortured, murdered, be ripped away from their goddamn families. My name is Luca Costello. I grew up in the toughest streets of South Manchester, you know, the area stretching from Hulme to Moss Side up until Longsight. I know there’s that fucking cliché that everybody spits out from around here. “I didn’t choose this life, this life chose me.” “Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten.” Except, I didn’t choose this life. Growing up, I was forced into this way of living. Postcode wars, Turf wars, competing for territory, gunning down any bastard who got in the way of business… It was all I knew. And it was all I was ever going to know. You can’t just leave the streets behind. Once you’re in, there’s no way out. Your past follows you wherever you fucking go. You don’t know how many enemies you’ve made. You don’t know whether the person staring at you from across the street is a stranger, or someone connected to somebody that you’ve crossed in the past. I wanted better for myself. Heck, I needed better. And I knew from the minute I met Zara Amelle, my life was going to turn upside down. She was sexy, bold, confident. A woman who knew what she fucking wanted. Too innocent for my world. But that didn’t stop me. I should have left her alone. I should have left her to live her life. Live her life without me. But she was like a fucking drug. Once I got one taste of her, I kept going back for more. Even if it killed us. They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. I’d been destined for hell my whole damn life. Living a life of sin, hurting so many people who didn’t deserve to be hurt. Except she was the opposite of me. She was like an angel. Who was going to save her from me? This is my story. She was the Beauty… And I was the Beast.

The end was just the beginning. Ginger There's a darkness in this world I can't seem to escape. After my husband faked our deaths I thought we would get our happily ever after. I could not have been more wrong. Just a week before Christmas we received a surprise visitor that brought our happily ever after to a screeching halt. Stephano The day Ginger and I left New York was the happiest day of my life. I left the mafia world behind with no desire to ever look back. How foolish I was to believe the mafia world would not find me. Now, I must protect myself in order to protect those I love. My perfect country Christmas has now turned into nothing but a Christmas nightmare. * This is a dark mafia romance with violence, torture, and sexual themes including, slight (BDSM) that may not be suitable for all readers. This is the second book of the series Hate Vows and the first book must be read before the second book to make sense. This story ends with a HEA. If you continue to read I hope you enjoy it.