Operator 69 is here to make your fantasies a reality, all via text messages...or is it? Recipe for Poor Decision-Making: 1 crappy day, 4 glasses of wine, and 60 seconds of a cheesy late-night TV commercial for the Sext4Fun Hotline. Add one sexy-as-hell guy on the other side of my text messages, coaxing me to tell him my darkest fantasies, and you get one seriously flustered and suddenly uninhibited freelance editor. What started out as a joke is quickly becoming the most intense connection I've ever had with a man. Operator 69--or Ian--could set my phone on fire with the things he says to me and the sexy challenges he gives me to complete each day. But when a handsome stranger at the cafe named Will makes it known he wants me, I'm torn between what my head wants and what my body craves. Is there a recipe for a girl getting her cake and eating it, too? I'm about to find out.
Maria I was trapped. There was nothing left of me. Then he came and wanted to make me his. He saved me. He gave me a home, a family. He made sweet love to me. I was his Angel. He was my everything. I thought we would live happily ever after, but there are no happy endings in the mafia life. I found this out the hard way, as the blood flowed, red as roses… Lyov Angel. The word meant nothing until I saw her. I found her in a place worse than hell. She calls me her savior. But I didn’t save her. I captured the pretty angel and made her mine. Life was perfect. I had everything I wanted. I was her salvation. She was my redemption. Until I lost her. Angels deserve happy endings, but monsters like me don’t. My darkness became hers, and our happily-ever-after became tainted.