Ashlynn Author

I’m Jade Rivers, Devil Incarnate’s Club princess. This isn’t your typical love story. I have a crazy ex who won’t let me go. A mafia prince who has signed his death warrant, an obsessive Cartel enforcer, and last but not least, the senator's son, who I’m not sure if he wants me dead or alive.

Four friends, three drinks, two boys, and one murder. A simple text changes everything. Everyone is a suspect. Trust is broken. Friendships are tested. Lies are told. Hate turns into love, but is it all part of the game? No one is safe. I've turned their college experience that should have been...

Have you ever wished the hand that constantly wraps around your throat would squeeze just a little tighter, hold your head down in his lap a little longer so all the hurt, pain and torture would seep away just like your last breath? No? Just me?

Dario rose from the ashes, while Jameson lost his mind and Spade lied to protect everyone. Where does that leave me? Broken. Confused. Angry. With the Brotherhood declaring war, my aunt still at large and working with the enemy, along with Dalton disappearing like a ghost, when will it all end?

Part II: Offerings. Lies. Sacrifices. The Aces want her dead. They are the puppeteers after all and I’m their little puppet leading us into damnation. They created the monster. But now the beast is unleashed. What happens when your entire world crumbles and the monster is the last one standing?

Revenge is what I seek. They left me in ruins. Hurt. Betrayed. Broken. I never saw him coming, any of them. Everyone I trusted and loved betrayed me in ways there’s no coming back from. The badass princess everyone loves to hurt but yet won’t leave alone died on that table.

Everyone knows me as Jameson Callaghan, son of the dickwad senator. What they don’t know, is that I am also ‘The Carver’-the notorious serial killer without a face. A year ago I was given a mark. It was supposed to be the easiest kill, until it wasn’t.

My hands are soaked in the blood of those I love. I don’t know who I am anymore, let alone the three men who haunt my dreams. Everything has fallen apart. Am I even alive? Or will the darkness continue to seep into my soul, pulling me under until there is nothing left.

Looking into the eyes of death only to wake up in hell wasn’t the plan. Is this my karma? Being so near yet so far away, chained to a debt, felt like a punishment worse than distance itself; each day a torment.

Dylan St. James is The Fatal Five's most prized possession. The leader's little sister and the most untouchable girl at Stonedge University. She’s the girl all the boys want but can’t have and the girls love to hate. That is, until one night, one race, and everything changed. Drugged. Beaten. Raped.

No one saw it coming. They took him along with others we kept so close to our hearts. Too much suffering at the hands of the enemy. We refuse to let them win. They will not take anymore from us. Not as long as I’m still breathing.