GRAYSON
Delilah Fiorella represents everything I hate.
Wealth.
Privilege.
Power.
She runs the New York club scene—where she goes, Manhattan’s wasted elite are sure to follow. I run security for the city’s hottest nightclubs—clubs my billionaire brother just happens to own. Not a night goes by that she and her entourage aren’t causing me grief, one way or another.
I’ve come to accept Delilah Fiorella and her spoiled, rich-girl antics are a permanent fixture in my life. I tell myself I won’t let anyone else deal with her bullsh*t because her sister is my brother’s woman—that makes her family. What I won’t admit to anyone, not even to myself, is that she kissed me once. She was just a kid—barely legal—and too blitzed to realize what she was doing or who she was doing it to... but five years later, I still can’t get the taste of her out of my mouth. My hands still remember what she feels like writhing beneath them.
And no matter what it makes me, I want to do it again.
When she’s drugged in one of my clubs and someone tries to kidnap her, I feel responsible.
When I find out someone is stalking her, threatening to hurt her, I take it personally.
When my brother asks me to protect her, I reluctantly agree.
Delilah doesn’t want my protection. She wants to tease me. Torture me. Drive me crazy.
And I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love every f*cking minute of it.
She’s spoiled and sheltered. Pampered and Indulged. Lives in an Ivory Tower where someone like me will never be welcome. That’s okay—I don’t need an invitation. I don’t need permission.
Because the demons inside me have been unleashed and they’ll stop at nothing to protect her and they’ll crawl to hell and back to make her mine.
JASE
If there’s anything I know for sure, it’s this: The world is full of saviors.
People who want to save you from the world. From your life. From yourself. And here’s something else I know—saviors are dangerous.
Because they claim to care—to love you even—until it gets hard.
Because they make promises they never intend to keep.
Because the person they’re really trying to save isn’t you.
It’s themselves.
Because they’re liars.
Weak, selfish liars.
Every. Single. One of them.
No one in this world is worth saving—least of all me.
I believed that to my core.
Until I met Ophelia.
I was seventeen and she was too young.
Too young to protect me.
Too trapped to save me.
But she tried anyway.
She tried, even though she knew that saving me would mean destroying herself.
And knowing the price she paid for me killed me—kept killing me, every time I thought about it.
So I stopped thinking about it.
I stopped thinking about her. Stopped wondering what happened to her. Where she was. If she survived…
I never thought I’d see her again.
But then I did.
Suddenly, she’s right in front of me—marked as another man’s property but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because Ophelia needs a savior—a real savior—and this time, it’s going to be me who’s doing the saving.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Delilah Fiorella represents everything I hate.
Wealth.
Privilege.
Power.
She runs the New York club scene—where she goes, Manhattan’s wasted elite are sure to follow. I run security for the city’s hottest nightclubs—clubs my billionaire brother just happens to own. Not a night goes by that she and her entourage aren’t causing me grief, one way or another.
I’ve come to accept Delilah Fiorella and her spoiled, rich-girl antics are a permanent fixture in my life. I tell myself I won’t let anyone else deal with her bullsh*t because her sister is my brother’s woman—that makes her family. What I won’t admit to anyone, not even to myself, is that she kissed me once. She was just a kid—barely legal—and too blitzed to realize what she was doing or who she was doing it to... but five years later, I still can’t get the taste of her out of my mouth. My hands still remember what she feels like writhing beneath them.
And no matter what it makes me, I want to do it again.
When she’s drugged in one of my clubs and someone tries to kidnap her, I feel responsible.
When I find out someone is stalking her, threatening to hurt her, I take it personally.
When my brother asks me to protect her, I reluctantly agree.
Delilah doesn’t want my protection. She wants to tease me. Torture me. Drive me crazy.
And I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love every f*cking minute of it.
She’s spoiled and sheltered. Pampered and Indulged. Lives in an Ivory Tower where someone like me will never be welcome. That’s okay—I don’t need an invitation. I don’t need permission.
Because the demons inside me have been unleashed and they’ll stop at nothing to protect her and they’ll crawl to hell and back to make her mine.
JASE
If there’s anything I know for sure, it’s this: The world is full of saviors.
People who want to save you from the world. From your life. From yourself. And here’s something else I know—saviors are dangerous.
Because they claim to care—to love you even—until it gets hard.
Because they make promises they never intend to keep.
Because the person they’re really trying to save isn’t you.
It’s themselves.
Because they’re liars.
Weak, selfish liars.
Every. Single. One of them.
No one in this world is worth saving—least of all me.
I believed that to my core.
Until I met Ophelia.
I was seventeen and she was too young.
Too young to protect me.
Too trapped to save me.
But she tried anyway.
She tried, even though she knew that saving me would mean destroying herself.
And knowing the price she paid for me killed me—kept killing me, every time I thought about it.
So I stopped thinking about it.
I stopped thinking about her. Stopped wondering what happened to her. Where she was. If she survived…
I never thought I’d see her again.
But then I did.
Suddenly, she’s right in front of me—marked as another man’s property but it doesn’t matter. None of it matters because Ophelia needs a savior—a real savior—and this time, it’s going to be me who’s doing the saving.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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