Vin Cortland is the crowned prince of Deception High. He is beloved by his
subjects and ruthless with his enemies.
We used to be friends, once. Not anymore.
It’s no secret that he hates me, but only the two of us will ever know why. And
the guilt of what I’ve done makes me hate myself more than he ever could.
Except love and hate are two sides of the same coin and both will make you
Then he comes to me with a proposition: one fake marriage in exchange for
enough money to finally escape this town and leave the past behind me. The
offer is hard to refuse and Vin isn’t the type to take no for an answer.
I want to know why me, but I won’t ask for his secrets when it means revealing
He is the best and worst thing that has ever happened to me.
My savior and my destruction.
It’s a deal with the devil.
I’ll let him take my body and my hand in marriage.
The only question is whether or not he also gets my soul.
Necessary Cruelty is a standalone, enemies-to-lovers romance with an HEA and
no cliffhanger. Lords of Deception is a New Adult series of standalone romances
featuring drama, angsty sensuality and Alpha males who will be brought to their
knees. This book is intended for mature readers.
floodlights outside that I can just make out the figure sitting at the desk
chair in the corner of my room.
myself to the present instead of dreams about the past. The fear only lasts
until my vision adjusts to the darkness enough that I can tell who it is
dark, but I know he has a scowl on his face. Wood creaks in the silence as he
shifts his weight, but he doesn’t say anything.
stairs to come to my rescue. And I know Zion hasn’t returned from wherever he
goes at night, because the noise he makes coming in the house would have woken
with him, or he avoids me like the plague. At least, it feels like he avoids
me. But I can’t ignore the fact that he always seems to be around anytime the
rules are broken. One time, Liam Connelly grabbed my elbow and tried to pull me
into a broom closet, knowing I probably wouldn’t open my mouth to protest. Vin
was there before Liam even had the chance to close the door behind us, breaking
my would-be rapist’s jaw badly enough that he required corrective surgery.
my brother pass me at lunch. Vin leaves it on the table as he stands, seeming
to loom over me even though he is still across the room.
his scent that permeates the room, a heady mix of wood-smoke and bergamot with
just the barest hint of oleander. Always, with the fucking oleanders. I have
the feeling he rubs himself down with them just to mess with me. That scent will
stay here, tainting the air, long after he leaves.
almost had myself convinced we were done. But the two of us are like two
meteors on a collision course in the darkness of space, destined to collide in
a spectacular display of destruction.
brought him here tonight, after months of staying away. Realistically, I know
the reality is both simpler and more complicated than that. He is here because
he can’t stop himself from coming.
hands around my throat and squeeze the life from me, something he has
threatened to do more than once in the past.
That is the way it has always been.
written in the stars. Really, destiny is just the inevitable result of your
decisions rushing up from the future to blast you in the face. If you jump off
a cliff, hitting the rocks below becomes your destiny. You’re accelerating
towards destiny in a free fall, and at that point there isn’t any stopping what
has to happen next.
tracks his movements in the dim light. He paces like a caged predator in a zoo,
desperate for a way out. I don’t say anything as I continue to watch him. This
always plays out the same way, and I figured out it’s better to be patient a
long time ago.
to make room for him. He lies on his side on top of the blankets behind me
while one hand wraps around my waist to haul me back against him. His open hand
rests heavily against my stomach, forcing me down with pressure that is just on
the wrong side of too much.
into a punishment. That has always been a talent of his, taking something good
and twisting it into a thing that I both love and loathe.
slower and shallower breaths, because I hate that it is so easy for our bodies
to become a perfect match. But there isn’t any use trying to fight it. Our
chests rise and fall together, his breath tickling the back of my neck as he
place his body touches mine burns. My muscles are clenched and taut as he
forces me back against him, but his proximity compels me to relax even as I
wish it wasn’t the case.
when it gets particularly cold. Pajamas are a luxury I simply do not
understand. I can’t imagine spending money on clothes that I never wear outside
hip, stroking down the bare skin of my exposed thigh. His lips touch the back
of my neck, so softly it makes me want to cry.
everything, despite my fear, the one thing we never do is kiss.
have to earn their happily ever after. Her stories are angsty and emotional,
featuring unique heroines and alphas brought to their knees.
cats, two dogs and partridge in a pear tree (okay not really!). She doesn’t
enjoy long walks on the beach because the sand gets everywhere but can often be
found binging Netflix and drinking wine from Kroger.