I hate you. I heard those words so many times from his mouth that they lost their meaning. His “three loving words” is how I mockingly referred to them. It didn’t bother me, though, because I hated him, too.
He was gorgeous, with dark tousled hair, full lips, a strong jaw, and a body deserving of a magazine cover. He was rich and cared for his mother deeply. On paper, he was the perfect husband. The problem? He was my husband.
I dreamed of a fairytale love story for as long as I could remember. I dreamed of a boy to fall head over heels for me and treat me like the sun rose and set at my feet, especially after living in the shadow of my perfect sister and never feeling good enough for my family. When I decided to earn my parents’ love in a dramatic fashion, I’ll admit that I never imagined marrying him would end up part of the bargain.
The kicker? Enzo Faust didn’t want to marry me, either. And yet, here we are, a man that I both fear and loathe is my “I do…for better or worse.” I just didn’t anticipate that it’d be more ‘worse’ than ‘better.’
DC Renee has been writing all her life, from cheesy poems in elementary school (i’ll share an example just so you know how
cheesy: Flowers are my favorite thing; they usually bloom during spring. Pink, blue, yellow and green, so many colors that I have seen…etc.) to short stories and monologues, and eventually fan fictions for Days of Our Lives.It was thanks to that superbly encouraging fan fiction community that DC found the courage to publish her first book – Let Me Go. It held fast in the top 100 Best Selling Contemporary Romance Fiction Novels on Amazon for over a month, going as low as the top 20’s. Naturally, she loves to read, but she also likes watching hockey, dancing for fun, and loves her family.
“She manages to make a story absolutely compelling and gripping from as early as the first few pages, which is crazy unusual.” SBR Blogs
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“How do I even start this review except HOLY S**# this book was amazing!!!!” GR reviewer
“This book I can’t tell you how much I treasured it.” GR Reviewer
A SAINT. A protector from evil. One who without fear will lead you safely through darkness. LOS SANTOS. Cold and ruthless. A CARTEL who cares only for revenge and glory. My name is Nina Cross, and I’m the Los Santos’s newest prey. Determined to prove my partners innocence and avenge his violent death, I stumbled naively into the spider’s web. Tangled with lies and hunted for truth I was shadowed with each step I took. That was until one man, relentless in his touch and his desire threatened to bring me to my knees in ways I both craved and feared. Jair Ruiz. Powerful, brooding and confident and not at all who he seems. He has me in his sights and has every intention of toying with his newest target while fighting to keep us both alive. When the FBI turns it back on you and Los Santos cartel have already dug your grave, who is there left to trust? Only one man. A saviour. But if I look my saint in the eye and all I see is the devil…do I run?
Jair sat back in his chair and drained the last of his wine, eyes locked on mine. “I understand your apprehension, cariña. I do, honestly. But what I see is a woman who without me is quite easily going to be six foot under as soon as she tells me to walk. What you are choosing to see is a hero who can save you from the men seeking your blood. When in reality they and I, we all stem from the same societies soaked in deceit, violence, drugs and treachery. Fact of the matter is, I’ve killed for precisely the same reasons they’ve killed. My boot has walked through the blood of victims the same amount of times as they’ve strung theirs up from a bridge. I can be your saint for a day, a night, a week, but at the end of our time together just know that even the devil was an angel
Melissa Jane is an Aussie author who writes both light and dark romances. Only Alpha men and strong heroines take the lead in her stories, now matter the adventure.
A former educator from the beautiful Gold Coast, Melissa spends her time with her husband and little Yorkie, Pocket.