C.D. Gorri

Merciful Lies Lies can be merciful. It just depends on the why. Anna:I knew the second I saw him, my life would change forever. When my brother offers me as payment to Nico Fury, the king of the Vipers, how can I refuse? Tattooed, built, and tall, he was the only man I saw when I walked into the room. It was like he occupied all the available space, sitting on his throne of blood, sweat, and lies. Nerves assailed me, but I owed my brother too much to let anything happen to him. One night. That was all. But it would leave me wrecked. Actions always had consequences. Six months later, my brother was killed by a rival organization, and now they were after me. There was only one place I could go to keep my unborn baby safe. I just hoped the king would be merciful. Nico Perfect things didn’t exist, at least not in my experience. But she was pretty close. I had her in my bed for one night, and I couldn’t shake the memory. No, I wasn’t meant to keep soft things like Anna Keller. My life belonged to my crew, and we were a vicious group. Hell, we weren’t called Vipers for nothing. But she was different. She made me want, and I loved and hated her for it. Anna was light in a world of constant darkness. She was all warmth and beauty like no other. And I craved her like a drug. Six months had passed since I took her in return for clearing her brother’s debt to me, but that man attracted trouble like honey did flies. It wasn’t long before I learned Sam Keller had gotten himself killed. Less than an hour later, Anna came back to me, on her knees, asking for sanctuary. I knew the moment I saw the swell of her stomach she was carrying my baby. Anna thought coming here would protect her, but she was walking right into the Viper’s nest. Before I was finished, my little runaway would be begging me for mercy.

Jersy Bad Boys

I can’t believe Angel said that. Well, that’s not exactly true.


Angel is a big, sexy, tattooed giant who loves talking dirty.


It’s one of the things I like most about him. Something I never thought I would ever admit to.


If only he wasn’t talking to every woman he fucking looks at like that.


Sadness and lust war within me, but the cell phone in my pocket buzzes and I heave out a sigh.


“Whose texting you like that?” Angel asks, his thick black brows furrowed like he’s curious, bordering on annoyed.


But I don’t have it in me to play games with him. I’m not like that.


“No,” I tell him, and give him a look that says he’s crazy.


“Koukla, call your mother. She might be worried about you.”


We’ve been driving for four hours, but we haven’t even made it to the top of Florida yet. This state just seems to go on forever, and I95 isn’t even packed yet.


Chapter Two-Giselle