Brandy Hynes

Greed equals ruin, but Noires want it all. A mask to conceal. A treasure to plunder. Harrowing heists and a shattering head. Conquest to conquest, controlling the game. Cash...No name, no face—just amber eyes and a thief who stole my attention. She thinks she got the last word.

She’s my secret. My answer. My Ace. I’m a cabal leader for KORT—not a man who gets involved. Never for more than a night. Certainly not with Celeste Carver—a Daddy’s girl whose biggest problem is which politician to marry. All I want is a taste. But the pretentious princess burrows under my skin.

Nothing’s more exclusive than Noire Underground. Serving the wicked and reaping rewards. Secrets. Lies. Soot and cinders. Rhythm. Blades. Games and gore. A knife like a claw and the strike of a needle. This hidden haven is a throne of chains.

La Lune Noire has a pulse. It rules apart from its owners. Backroom deals and electro swing. Extravagant parties and bootlegger tunnels. The walls have secrets. The doors have codes. Ashes and lies. White oak and screams. Champagne and delusions. Hope is the gateway to hell.

She’s my mission. My prize. My obsession. Ivy Kingston is the most wanted woman in the world for reasons she is completely oblivious to, reasons I intend to capitalize on. She needs a husband to receive her inheritance, so I’m on the hunt for a wife. As long as it’s her.

She’s my never. My fortress. My moon. Rena Noire—the one I’m not allowed to touch. As a Cabal leader with a sordid past, hell is all I’ve ever had to offer. So, I’ve kept my distance from the menacing angel. But the sand is blowing everywhere, the line growing fainter.

La Lune Noire is a haven for the corrupt. My resort, my world, my life. And Zara West is here to blow it up. If only that were enough of a reason to stop thinking about the stunning assassin, but ever since she arrived, with her mahogany hair, quick wit, and cherry obsession, I’ve been consumed.

Ainsley Morelli was everything I craved, the breath in my lungs, my only home. But she sent me to die, and threw dirt on my grave. That was another life. When she had the upper hand.