He claimed it was fate that brought us together.
But I never believed in such notions.
That was something for the dreamers, the romantics, not someone as practical and pragmatic as I.
Fate had nothing to do with me walking in on my soon-to-be husband in a compromising position with his secretary.
Fate had nothing to do with me hopping on a plane to Rome, effectively standing up my former fiancé on our wedding day.
And fate certainly had nothing to do with the handsome stranger sitting across the aisle from me, one who would open my mind and heart to things I never thought possible.
Because if fate is real, she's cruel and unforgiving.
I thought I'd left my past behind when I stepped onto that plane.
I was a fool to think I could ever truly escape my past.
Not when it's so viciously intertwined with my present.
Once upon a time.
Once upon a time, a mysterious, passionate man opened my eyes to things I'd been blind to, my heart to feelings I never thought imaginable, my mind to endless possibilities.
Once upon a time, I experienced something I didn't think existed in real life.
Once upon a time, I learned how to fly.
Little did I know it was with broken wings.
How can we have a future when he’s still tormented by his past?
How can I give him my heart when experience tells me to keep it guarded?
How can I still love a man who would lie to me so recklessly?
They say life is simply a series of roads, each fork a decision that can change everything. For the first time, I’m faced with a decision of my own.
Do I stay in the clouds with Dante? Or do I return to the safety of the ground?
Only fate knows the answer…
Nolan Burke was never really a criminal.
He’d joined the Syndicate to learn how to be a man. Pissing off his socialite mother was just a bonus, as was hanging around South Boston with Bridget Mongahan and his best friend Will. But that was before Bridget dumped him without explanation. Forced to pick up the pieces, Nolan returned to law school and set about fulfilling the real purpose of someone of his station — making money.
Bridget Monaghan has never been ashamed of her working class upbringing.
She loves everything about Southie, loves living with her parents and brother in their small row house and knowing everyone she passes on the sidewalk. Going to night school to become a lawyer was a way to do something meaningful with her life, a way to make the world a better place. Then her brother was diagnosed with ALS and she was forced to make the most painful decision of her life — let Nolan Burke go to save her brother.
Four years later, Bridget is working as a lawyer for the Irish mob, trying to cover the expense of her brother’s medications and treatments, when she finds herself in the crosshairs of a war between the Syndicate and a former I.R.A. operative running the criminal organization in South Boston. When the Syndicate asks for Nolan’s help, he and Bridget are drawn into a deadly turf war that will force them to decide if they should save themselves — or risk everything for love.
Except with Dante. He makes me feel like a princess, a goddess, a queen...
But is our love deep enough to survive the cruelty of our past?
Is our faith true enough to weather even the most violent of storms?
Is our hope strong enough to outshine the darkest of days and bleakest of nights?
Dante made me believe in the power of fate. I need to trust that fate won't steer me wrong now. After everything we’ve survived, one thing remains certain...
Fate can be as arbitrary as the flip of a coin.
She calls herself Lady Justice. And once she has chosen a man as her target, she turns herself into a tall blonde or a curvaceous redhead, makes herself as alluring and seductive as possible to them. Once they are in her grasp, they are powerless.
The first victim is wealthy businessman Nigel McEnroy. His company’s human resources department has already paid out settlements to a couple of his young victims—but they don’t know that his crimes go far beyond workplace harassment. Lady Justice knows. And in one shocking night of brutality, she makes him pay a much steeper price.
Now Eve Dallas and her husband, Roarke, are combing through the evidence of McEnroy’s secret life. His compulsive need to record his misdeeds provides them with a wide range of suspects, but the true identity of Lady Justice remains elusive. It’s a challenging case, made even more difficult by McEnroy’s widow, who reacts to the investigation with fury, denial, and threats. Meanwhile, Lady Justice’s criminal crusade is escalating rapidly, and if Eve can’t stop this vigilante, there’s no telling how much blood may be spilled...