Notorious playboy Luka Zoric needs a wife, and the good PR it brings.
I just need the career boost being his top model will give me.
It's a win-win--on paper. But since when has real life been simple?
His jealousy makes me crazy.
The control he maintains over my body is unacceptable.
I really shouldn't be so turned on by it.
But there's more to both me and my husband than meets the eye.
And it isn't long before I'm wondering--which of us has made the bigger mistake?
We didn’t exchange rings.
There was no audience or minister to witness our union.
Only the two of us.
We swore to put each other first, to take on the evils our families had perpetuated together. Side by side.
But that was before the past returned to haunt us.
Now everything has changed.
Stefan can’t have both his past and my future.
I can’t ask him to choose.
And neither of us can do what has to be done without the other. It’s an impossible choice, but we’ve run out of time.
I'm a loan shark. Breaking people is in my blood. The Haynes' were supposed to be a straightforward job. Go in and pull the trigger twice. One bullet for Charlie, one for his sister. But when I saw Valentina, I wanted her. Only, in our world, those who owe us don't get second chances. No way in hell will my mother let her live. So I devised a plan to keep her.
Just like her.
* Dubious is Book 1 of The Loan Shark Duet and ends on a cliffhanger. Consent (Book 2) concludes the story.)
Little did I know how literally I would mean obeying.
Stefan tells me what to do, and I do it. There are questions asked, but I always submit in the end.
It would hurt less if I hadn’t started falling for him.
It was supposed to be pretend. But the secrets we now share are too real, and they’re crumbling every piece of who I thought I was.
If only Stefan was the man I thought he was.
If only I weren’t so powerless.
But there’s one thing I have that he wants.
And I’ll do anything it takes to right the wrongs I’ve discovered.
She’s just using me...not that I mind.
But her indifference is suffocating. I mean nothing to her...less than what she used to mean to me. Admissions of regret and apologies aren’t enough to fix it.
I have to return to the gypsy...and hope for the best.