Noire Brothers

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.

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 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. My infatuation aside, I never lose control. No matter what she’s here for, she’ll leave empty-handed. Never underestimate the house edge.

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. But as the owner of La Lune Noire, a resort for the corrupt, my resources are endless, and I never lose. When I track down the sly and stunning Sylvie Palmer, I’m mesmerized. Sparks fly. She feigns disinterest. But I know better. I chase her across the US with one vision in mind: her dress on my floor.