Willow Prescott

I may sound like Prince Charming to girls like you, but I don’t have a noble bone in my body. And trust me, princess, I don’t save. I destroy. And I revel in the chaos. Caden Ashford is a collector. He has an eye for beautiful, priceless treasures, and he has a talent for procuring them for the highest bidder. His business endeavors aren’t exactly legal, but Cade never shied away from a bit of danger and moral ambiguity. And he has a perfect success rate with a long list of very happy clients. Until her. Kara Caine is a protector. She is an avid lover of literature and history, and as a librarian and archivist, she ensures their survival for future generations with the utmost care. But when a stranger comes and threatens what she has sworn to protect, Kara has to decide if saving her ancient texts is worth paying the ultimate price. Thrust into the most unlikely of situations, Kara finds herself kidnapped and imprisoned in Ashford Manor with no escape in sight. Even worse, she finds herself developing feelings for her arrogant, controlling, infuriating bastard of a captor. Cade intends to break her by any means necessary. But he never expected his captive to wage war on his dark, cynical heart. Warning: This is a dark romance that explores themes and situations some may find unsettling or triggering.

Hideaway

"She tastes like she was made just for me."

Paris is full of vibrance and flavor, robust and rich. It’s a place where dreams are forged and broken. The city of love has everything to offer, and I want it all.

There’s a new restaurant in town offering a unique chance at becoming sous chef if you can prove you’re the best of ten competitors. And I won’t let anything stand in the way of my culinary victory.

But the pretty little French girl with golden hair and cherry red lips sharing my station in the Dix kitchen throws my entire world off its axis. Aurélie is the surprise I never saw coming and the distraction I never wanted. And more than anything else, I want to make her mine.

Flames aren’t the only thing heating up this kitchen. And knives aren’t the only thing sharp enough to draw blood.

She feeds a darker side of me that I don’t think I can ever deny again.

And forbidden fruit has never tasted so sweet.

Willow Prescott

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