From the author of National Parks and other bestselling tales of heartbreak comes a visceral departure into a new saga of blood, tradition, and ruin.
‘We’ve always been split lips, baby. Don’t blush now because you’ve become addicted to the taste of blood.’
Ritchie
Four years, and the itch for her hasn't faded. If anything, my affection has festered—a deep, raw wound I scratch daily just to make sure it never scabs over. There is only one way to heal from this torture: I have to steal her life, her love, and her legacy.
Wrapped in leather and defiance, Shayne Russo-Kang is the perfect homecoming gift. I can’t wait to tear the seams.
As a Maritiano, the blood of our rivals is the only honor we have left to bleed for. Shayne was never supposed to be mine to touch, let alone mine to keep. Her sister is the enemy I’ve sworn to destroy, and I have no intention of bowing.
In the arena of the greatest comeback in our family's history, we will defy the rumors of devils to emerge as Gods. But behind closed doors, the fight is much filthier. My sweat drips through her silk black hair, and those green eyes hypnotize me to my knees. I’m supposed to avenge our past and defeat the East. I’m supposed to be the predator. But every time her skin hits mine, I’m reminded that love was never meant for someone like me.
Shayne was never supposed to survive me. But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, I realize I might not survive her, either.
Tropes:
‘We’ve always been split lips, baby. Don’t blush now because you’ve become addicted to the taste of blood.’
Ritchie
Four years, and the itch for her hasn't faded. If anything, my affection has festered—a deep, raw wound I scratch daily just to make sure it never scabs over. There is only one way to heal from this torture: I have to steal her life, her love, and her legacy.
Wrapped in leather and defiance, Shayne Russo-Kang is the perfect homecoming gift. I can’t wait to tear the seams.
As a Maritiano, the blood of our rivals is the only honor we have left to bleed for. Shayne was never supposed to be mine to touch, let alone mine to keep. Her sister is the enemy I’ve sworn to destroy, and I have no intention of bowing.
In the arena of the greatest comeback in our family's history, we will defy the rumors of devils to emerge as Gods. But behind closed doors, the fight is much filthier. My sweat drips through her silk black hair, and those green eyes hypnotize me to my knees. I’m supposed to avenge our past and defeat the East. I’m supposed to be the predator. But every time her skin hits mine, I’m reminded that love was never meant for someone like me.
Shayne was never supposed to survive me. But as the lines between revenge and obsession blur, I realize I might not survive her, either.
Tropes:
- Opposites Attract (Rival Families)
Dark Sapphic Romance
Obsessive Love / Stalker Vibes
"She’s the enemy’s sister."
Identity Obsession (Green-eyed fixation)
Pink vs. Leather Aesthetic
Kiss My Bruises is a standalone novel set in the Verona Vices series. While the characters reappear throughout the saga, each book can be read in any order.
WARNING: This is a Dark Sapphic Romance. It features themes of blood play (metaphorical/physical), intense obsession, and the brutal collision of two dynasties. Step into the arena. Embrace the vice
Genre: Romance