SCARLETT It was the kind of relationship where I invested more than I had to spare. I gave it everything. And so when it failed, I lost myself. It changed me. He changed me. I went down with the ship. My soul, burnt embers in the aftermath. The fire of him ravaged it all. He burned me. Broke me. — Scarlett had always dreamed big. She was headed straight for Hollywood. Destined for silver screen greatness. But in her wildest dreams she never imagined she’d be broke and single at twenty-eight, doling drinks at thirty-five thousand feet. She was a glorified waitress in the skies. It had been years since she’d seen him. But one day, there he sat, gazing intently at her, ready to set everything ablaze once more. Dante wanted her. Again. Sure, she’d play along…but this time, it was his turn. She was breaking him. After all, love is war.

“How rough can you take it? LOURDES He was brazen as hell from the moment I laid eyes on him. He was aggressive, and dominant, with Mack truck arms, and a bar brawler voice. He was too good looking for his own good, with a hard jaw, and harder eyes. I’d always led a fairly peaceful life, but even I could tell at a glance that this man was dangerous. For so many reasons. Not the least of which being that rough, dirty, sheet-clawing sex fairly radiated off him. I’d thought I’d known how to handle every kind of man, but this one left me baffled. To say he wasn’t my type was putting it lightly. But you couldn’t tell that to my libido. Not even when I found out the truth. My lover had lied to me from the very start. Nothing about our meeting was a coincidence. This book can be read as a standalone.

TURNER THE TYRANT HAS MET HIS MATCH I was done for. Profoundly screwed. The issue, of course, was my assistant, Devereux. She was slowly but surely driving me crazy. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Hiring her was supposed to bring order to my life. Instead, she'd brought disorder. Chaos. Irritation. Malaise. Comfort. Exuberance. Delight. I was obsessed with her. Truly, irrevocably obsessed. She was stubborn. Standoffish. Painfully honest. Take no prisoners efficient. In summary, a termagant — much too young for me. And even I, oblivious bastard extraordinaire, was aware in some corner of my mind, of every well-laid plan I'd ever had slowly crashing down and exploding into dust. I was simply no match for Devereux Laurent.

The epic conclusion to Scarlett and Dante's story. Breaking Her The Love is War Duet: Book Two DESTRUCTION. BETRAYAL. RUINATION. TRUE LOVE. SCARLETT He had done it again. Ravaged me. Burned me. Broke me. Given me air, only to leave me gasping, writhing. But then something changed. Something that terrified and excited me both. Something that utterly destroyed me. Something that made me whole again. DANTE Our love was cursed from the start. She didn’t know it, but I did. All she knew was that I’d lied to her, betrayed her. Done unforgivable things. Unavoidable things. Yes, I had broken promises as surely as I had broken her heart. But, just as every war has casualties, and every lie has consequences–every bastard has his reasons. **