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Ryan lived his life on Earth trapped in his own body. The doctors couldn't explain what was happening to him, but slowly, his body was crystallizing. Then, a portal opened up on the ceiling of his hospital room. He'd seen that one in enough anime to recognize what was happening. It couldn't possibly be worse than the hell that was his life on Earth, not that he was given any choice.

She gave him her heart. He gave her nothing but lies. For months, Hannah Everett loved Jake Cooper—trusted him, let him in, made love to him—never knowing he was undercover, using her to take down her own father. Jake was never supposed to fall for Hannah. As an FBI agent, his job was to investigate Richard Everett’s crimes—not break his daughter’s heart. But falling for Hannah wasn’t the lie. Walking away was. Now, back in Crystal Lake as a firefighter, Jake is determined to prove he’s not the man she thinks he is.

Lying to the Bratva king was stupid. Letting him touch me was fatal. I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress. My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail. But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it.

I snuck into Miami's most elite mafia gala pretending to be a Russian heiress. My mission? Expose the Bratva king who's buying up the city in blood and blackmail. But Renat Rostov doesn't just see the truth—he owns it. He sees through my fake name. My fake diamonds. My fake confidence. And instead of turning me in… he turns me on. Now I'm in too deep—in his mansion, his bed, and his crosshairs. There are rules here: Never lie to the Pakhan. Never touch what doesn't belong to you. Never betray the Bratva. I've already broken all three.

Hay pocas cosas que están fuera del alcance de un mafioso como yo, pero Liv Hendricks es una de ellas. Representa todo aquello que no puedo y no debo tener, porque la única forma de poseerla es destruyéndola.

Liv: Me han traicionado. ¿Cuántos golpes puede soportar un corazón antes de que acabe de quebrarse en millones de diminutos fragmentos? No importa. Un hombre sabio me preguntó una vez: «¿Por qué te conformas con ser un peón cuando puedes ser la reina?». Tenía razón. Estoy harta de ser el peón en el juego de los demás. Ha llegado la hora de ser la reina, incluso… aunque eso signifique sacrificar a mi rey.