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Dante grins as he dips his mouth and sears his lips to mine.
“Ready to go inside?”
“Ready.”
“Well then,” he turns, and two guards open the next set of doors into the depths of sin, darkness, and desire. “Welcome to Club Venom.”
The Venomous Gods series continues with Alistair’s story in Devious Vow.
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This isn’t an epilogue or continuation toToxic Love.But this extra hot “follow-up” story is guaranteed to keep the steam going.
DEVIANT HEARTS
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As mentioned, the Venomous Gods series continues with Alistair’s story in Devious Vow.You can also get a glimpse of some of the other characters mentioned in this book (the Drakos and Kildare families) in the Dark Hearts series, starting with Deviant Hearts,another dark enemies-to-lovers, forced marriage mafia romance. There’s even a sneak peek of that book on the following pages for you.
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Scroll on for a sneak peek ofDeviant Hearts.
Chapter 1
Neve
Fuck. Me.
He’s doing it.
Again.
I tell myself not to look. I tell myself to keep my eyes on the book and the study notes in front of me, because NYU seriouslydoes not carewhat my last name is, and they’ll have no issue failing my sorry ass from my government and public policy master’s program if I don’t focus.
I tell myself it’s high time I bought some fucking curtains, so I can avoid this…distraction…since it’s clearly shaping up to be a frequent thing.
But the problem with telling yourself not to do something that deep down youreallywant to?
The “deep down” part always wins.Always.
Or, at least it does with me. Which might say more about me and my own self-control…or lack thereof.
No. It’s definitely easier to go ahead and blame my new neighbor across the street. Let’s go with that.
I mean,he’sthe one that keeps walking around naked in a penthouse made out of fuckingglass.
Mark Twain once said, “There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable.” But, smart as he was, it’s clear Mr. Twain never had the neighbor I do. If he had, I’m pretty sure he’d have taken a whole lot of the whimsical “charm” out of that statement.
And sure enough, despite my best—or, okay, let’s be real,mediocre—efforts, soon enough, my gaze shifts from the notes in front of me to the man across the steel canyon from me.
Sweet Jesus.
He’s a freakinggod. Tall and lean, and as muscled as a superhero. Shoulders and arms built to take away your ability to speak. Chiseled abs and those grooved hip-muscle things that I don’t even know what they’re called but they seem to be evolution’s way of making even smart women go fucking stupid.
