Lucy Smoke

Aurora Summers is nothing but baggage.Beautiful, dangerous, off limits baggage.The plan was simple: Destroy the girl. Ruin her life. Make her and her mother leave.Only ... she's not as easy a target as I thought she'd be.She's nothing but a pawn, a tool for my father to use against her mother.But pawns don't fight back the way she does.They don't violate my sanity the way she does.She put herself in the mouth of the beast.I wanted her out of the way, but now ... I can't let her go.

Rule No. 3: Never let anyone think they can hurt you and get away with it.I thought I'd seen and felt the worst of it, but there's nothing worse than betrayal.Corina knows who's behind what happened to me and she may think hiding will keep her safe, but after everything that's happened, nothing can keep her safe from me and the Sick Boys. She's a pawn in all of this, but I'll get that information even if it means I have to cut it out of her - piece by fucking piece.This little charade is about to end. They thought they could drag me down into the dirt and grind my soul into the dust. What they failed to realize is that there's nothing left of my soul and I don't mind getting a little dirty if it means getting my revenge. I may have let her fool me once, but there's no way in hell I'll let her fool me twice.After I'm done with her, I'm going after the big boys.

My name is Jamie Houston and if there's one thing I can't catch, it's a fucking break.Of all the people in the world to get snowed in at the library the night before a big exam, it had to be me. I must have pissed off karma or something because there is no way being trapped. Alone. In the Dark. With not one, not two, but FOUR sexy athletes can be a good thing. Especially not when they make the most outrageous bet. Who can please me the best? Puh-leaze.I'm not an easy girl. I've got plans for myself. Graduate and become the best journalist I can be. I don't have time for one boyfriend, much less a whole harem of them. No, thank you. But one night? I can probably swing that. So long as no one gets attached.I've got 99 problems, but heart break isn't going to be one ... or is it?

I'll never give him a second chance ... not even in his wildest dreams.Preston McConnell broke my heart. Took my virginity and walked out the door. Now, things are different. I'm different. Stronger. Far more independent than when we were na ve college kids.South African heat. Gorgeous sunsets. And even more gorgeous slick bodied men. I might be forced to follow Preston for an article on the infamous Lion Whisperer, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun with his best friends while I'm here.If Preston wants me back, he'll have to make room for them as well.

Rule No. 1: Don't piss off the Sick BoysThey're cruel. Reckless. Impossibly fucked up.The Sick Boys feed on the order they create. They rule Eastpoint University just as their families have for decades. But their power doesn't stop there. The three of them are heirs to some of the largest fortunes in the world, and behind that kind of wealth lies an underworld of corruption.On the surface, they're perfect princes and he is their King. But underneath it all, they're filled with blood, lies, and secrets. With all of their connections, they have the power to crush anyone who gets in their way. But just because they're as warped as I am doesn't mean I'm going to give them a free pass.Because I, Avalon Manning, bow to no one, and I live to break the fucking rules.***This is a Dark MF Enemies to Lovers College Romance.******Please Note: This book is labeled as "Dark" for a reason. If you are sensitive or easily triggered by subjects and actions that are common in "dark" romance, please take that into consideration and read responsibly.***

He's dangerous. He's violent. He's everything I should stay away from.Viks stormed into my life and he wrecked it.I know bad men. I know what they think. I know how they act. So trust me when I say, that of all the bad men in Eastpoint, I know Viks is the worst of them all.I tried to be good. I tried to stay away. He kept pulling me back in.Once a wicked man, always a wicked man.*This is a complete prequel novel that serves as a precursor to the Sick Boys series. You do NOT have to read the series to understand this book. You CAN read this as a completely separate standalone**TW: This book is labeled as dark romance for a reason and contains themes of drug usage, violence, murder, and sexual situations that may not be suitable for underage audiences. Please read responsibly.*

Life. Loss. Love. The Iris Boys and I have come through so much together. I've learned how to fight for what I want, live through loss, and love beyond compare. For us, normal is relative, not universal. And as much as I want to say that's the end of it, that we lived happily ever after ... that's not the case. At least, not yet. There's one more job we have to take on. This one is personal and the end result could very well tear us all apart.

Love Love. It's a name given to people that you care about. And it was a name given to a little girl that no one cared about. The irony is not lost on me. I've always been a bit separate. First in my family and then in my relationships. Maybe you have to understand the emotion to feel it. I've never understood how people will lie, cheat, steal, and murder for it. Why some people hand it over like pennies in their pockets. Or others hoard it like it's their only valuable possession. I don't do either. I'm convinced I don't have any love to give. Someone is going to have to breathe life into my damaged soul before I can ever even consider loving them. Tax I'm a shit storm just waiting to happen. Actually, scratch that, I usually don't wait for anything or anybody. The only things I give a fuck about are my boys--my band--and my little sister, Ally. I've gone from underground kid fighter I was to whatever the hell I am now--guardian, bandmate, neighbor to a fucking woman that messes with my head. I want to know her secrets, her pains, and everything dark inside of her and whether or not her darkness matches my own.