He's a man with a mask, and he's off-limits... They call him Guy. They say he's "loyal," "trustworthy," "solid." Without him, Red Cage would collapse like a house of cards. He's the man my brothers trust with their lives, and by extension, my life. The praises of his multifaceted capabilities ring louder than God's. Somehow, it seems like I'm the only one who sees through his façade. Like I'm the only one who smells his provocative fragrance of deception, guile, and knavery. To everyone else, he's the ever-helpful, ever-willing good guy. To me, he's a giant prick. Is it really just me who notices the darkness that emanates from him like tendrils of black smoke? Is it only me who sees the man behind the mask? Determined to expose his duplicity, I follow him down a dark alley one night... I thought uncovering the truth would validate me. I was not prepared for it to seduce me... ...

He's my ex's brother... I've spent a long time running and hiding. Living life on the edge. To those on the outside, my life is fabulous. But it's all a lie. I'm a liar. A fraud. A thief. And now it's all catching up to me. Trent Garza is the one Garza I could never out-run. Always showing up just in the nick of time to save me. So of course it's him who's here now, witnessing me at my lowest. This time, though, his help isn't free. I'm in his debt and at his mercy. The steps were simple: Pay off the debt. Go back to living a life of lies. But Trent...well, he had steps of his own. The Right Garza is a complete standalone.

He's supposed to be the "good one"... We met in a bar deep in the woods. He smiled at me. I didn't smile back. He wanted to talk. I wanted pleasure. We clawed and writhed and moaned for seven dark evenings. Then he left me with vibrations I would feel even a year later. Now, I'm out of the woods and into the bright, hot sun of LA. It's the last place I want to be. But there he is. In the light. His smile as radiant as the sun. With the light, however, come truths we hadn't shared. He's got a reputation. The kind that guarantees what we had in the woods is all there'll ever be. When an unexpected opportunity arises, I do what I'm known to do—win. I play a cutthroat game and win myself right into a job at Red Cage. Now, he's my boss. And we're about to play the most dangerous game yet. ...

He's my best friend's brother... Tripp Garza is the man of my dreams. Too bad he can't stand my guts. With good reason—I'm no saint. Over the years, I've stayed out of his way and accepted his disdain as penance for my sins. But when my life as I know it is flipped on its head and I'm in desperate need of help, he's the one who's willing to give it. He barely tolerates me, still he's willing to swallow fire for me. Walk the jagged edge of death for me. Tripp Garza was the man of my dreams. Now, he's my beautiful nightmare. And I wouldn't have it any other way. The Golden Garza is a complete standalone.

He's my keeper... He came in on a gust of cold November wind and changed the pattern of my breathing. Even before I knew he was there for me, I was willing to bend to him. He had a mission and he fulfilled it. I'm saved. I'm home. I'm safe. Until I'm not. Now, he's my keeper. He's cold. He's arrogant. He's rude as hell. To him, I'm a nuisance. To me, he's a god. I'm a noisy house sparrow. He's a lethal panther. We shouldn't make sense. But fate sure does have a wicked sense of humor. The Bronze Garza is a complete standalone. This is a not a mafia romance.

Two rockers. Two different bands. One girl. I sent him off to be a star, to chase his dreams. I placed mine on hold so he could have his. He kissed me, made love to me, and promised he’d come back. He lied… The original plan was to show up and steal him back. But in the process, I inadvertently fell hard for another rocker. Now, I’m in deep with both of them. I love one with my heart. I love the other with my soul. I’m selfish. I’m greedy. I want to keep them both. They want me to choose. How dare they. How dare they ask me to choose. If I give my heart up, I’ll lose my soul. If I give my soul up, I'll lose my heart. Yet I’m terrified if I don’t make a decision, I’ll lose them both. I’ll lose.

I’m in love with him. I chose him. So why did I do it? He wants me. He waited for me. So why did he do it? She’s a sweetheart. A kind heart. So why did she do it? I love him. But I didn’t choose him. Why couldn’t he respect it? There are no good guys in this game. We’re all liars, cheaters, secret-keepers. We know what we need, still we take what we don’t want. I wanted a happy ending. But with my struggle to be a better me without him, and his struggle to live clean without me, plus a cruel twist of fate we weren’t prepared for, there’s no chance in hell either of us will be walking away with our hearts still whole. Contains strong sexual content and adult language. Recommended for ages 18 and over. **

***This book is about OBSESSION. The heroine is a tad loco. PLEASE read the sample before purchasing to determine if this book is for you.** A TRUE-ly fabricated story about Love & Obsession... I’m an idiot. I’m too stupid to be human. Too stupid to live. I lack common sense. I used to be a normal human being. Until the guy in the red hoodie. Just a glance, and I was owned. Enslaved. What’s worst? He didn’t even notice me. Yep. You guessed right: I’m delusional. I’m obsessed. I’m a stalker. A martyr. A masochist. I’ve allowed my obsession to lead me down into a deep, dark pit, selfishly hurting everyone around me, and only his requited love can pull me out of it. But I won’t apologize for it. I won’t apologize for being in love with Jahleel Kingston. I’ve loved him at first sight. I’ve loved him for five empty years. I’ve loved him through all his bullcrap and asshole-isms. I love him even now. My name is Saskia Day. I’m British. I’m famous. I’m stinking rich. And this is my pathetic story. Read at your own bloody risk. *Contains strong sexual content and adult language (Tons of F-bombs). Recommended for ages 18 and over.** **GRAMMAR POLICE** Please note that the author strives to present the most polished story to her readers. On the realistic side, however, the author acknowledges that even with a million pairs of eyes, some errors may slide. If you, the reader, just so happen to stumble across any of those annoying glitches, please notify the author through any of the contact links listed in the ‘Contact’ section of the book. It would be greatly appreciated.

Note to self: If an arsehole tells you he’s yours, believe him. If a good guy tells you he’s yours, be dubious. Good guys lie, because their ‘good’ reputation makes it so easy. Arseholes never lie. Because they have no reason to. They don’t care about your ‘feelings’. They just slap ya’ with the hard truths. And nothing hurts more than the truth, right? So basically, Hard Truth is an arsehole’s most precious weapon. I wish I’d known all this. I wouldn’t have been so distrustful, nagging, annoying, and jealous. I wouldn’t have been the girlfriend every guy hates to have. Keeping Jahleel shouldn’t have been that hard. I had him. He was mine. He loved me. He assured me of this. Over and over. And I should’ve believed. I should’ve kept my mouth—and legs—shut. I should’ve believed when he told me he was mine, and mine alone. Because arseholes never lie. *This is a follow-up novella to the previously published contemporary romance, JAHLEEL. It is required that JAHLEEL be read before KEEPING JAHLEEL* **Contains strong sexual content and adult language (Tons of F-bombs). Recommended for ages 18 and over.**** **GRAMMAR POLICE** Please note that the author strives to present the most polished story to her readers. On the realistic side, however, the author acknowledges that even with a million pairs of eyes, some errors may slide. If you, the reader, just so happen to stumble across any of those annoying glitches, please notify the author through any of the contact links listed in the ‘Contact Ann’ section of the book. It would be greatly appreciated. HAPPY READING!