Villain Daddies Series

Jax   I have been watching her. For the past six months, I have been learning her habits, routine, and disposing of those who came too close to what's mine.   Being a two-time convicted felon doesn't allow much room for freedom, and one more strike would land me in prison forever.   Just one more job.   She is supposed to be a piece in my plan, a disposable part that somehow wormed her way into my ice-cold heart, and in some twisted way, I fell in love.   She became everything, and the stakes are at the highest now.   I can't lose her.     Romy   Life is great. As great as it can be when I get kidnapped in my own home with my roommate right next door.   I don't know what I did, but the man, albeit a little too handsome, is grouchy and extremely mean.   He leaves me in the dark, chained to a worn bed in an abandoned hospital.   He said he wouldn't hurt me too much if I behaved. They aren't exactly comforting words.   For someone who is going to kill me after all of this is done because I saw his face, he has a strange obsession with me.   He treats me better than a prisoner, but his words and actions are rough and cruel.   It's too confusing.

Pepper's world revolves around Max.   He's big, grouchy, and mean, but he loves her so much that she gets a toothache from how sweet he is to her.   Successful in running his billion-dollar international company, Max is contradictory to the yummy sweets that he would bring home for her.   She loves being controlled by him; it feels right to be dependent on him when he takes good care of her.   He is her lifeline, and she would do anything to stay on his good side.   Then, Mr. Stephan comes in with his equally massive body, stormy eyes of a pent-up predator, and a desire to stay in her heart forever.   He also wants to be a part of her life, but she doesn't know how that's going to work. Max is too possessive over her, and he would never let another man touch her.   She's selfish. She wants to be Mr. Stephan's little princess and Max's little girl.   She doesn't know what to do.

Eden   I have to get away from the bustling city life, away from high expectations and away from demanding voices telling me what to do every single second. Having a mother whose greed comes before her daughter and a father too passive to talk back to his wife, I can't stand my mother breathing down my neck and controlling every aspect of my life.   That's why I choose to leave them.   I have no destination in mind, just simply getting away from the city is my goal. A town with mountains behind it sounds intimidatingly appealing.   Then I meet the big, grumpy, and very strong Callen.   He's everything I'm trying to avoid. Controlling, domineering, and possessive.     Callen   I have been in the mountains for too long, and it's my choice to stay away from civilization. Being a convicted felon doesn't sit well with the people in town and I honestly don't give a damn about what they think.   I prefer solitude, and when Eden came barreling into my world with that lost look on her pretty face, I knew my life would soon change.   Nothing brings a spark more explosive than this obsessiveness curling in my stomach when I see her.   I have her.   Prison has toughened me up more than I already was, and her trusting nature makes her too much of a target for anyone.   She trusted this savage beast of a man to keep his hands to himself and protect her from danger.   Two years and counting, my babygirl still believes I'm a good man.

As a twenty-two-year-old without a college degree in a city bustling with brilliant people, Aria is heartbroken by a cheating boyfriend, and the only highlight of her life is a steady job.   She's unlucky with love. It's been proven in the last couple of years of her life.   Just when she swore off love, Mr. Simone's very attractive face came to view. He's always been there as her boss, and she has never seen him as anything but.   Suddenly, her heart is racing and her palms become clammy when she's near him.   Aria knows this feeling too well.   He looks at her with something indescribable, and she doesn't think she'll be ready for what he has in mind.

Anson tries his best.   It's difficult to blend in and have a normal life. He never thought that domesticity would be a future possible for him, but then he fell in love with Alice.   A man like him, a psychopath incapable of remorse with lasting violent tendencies and a manipulator standing below the line of immorality.   He stopped being the man he once was for her, and he has not regretted it for one moment, but life has a twisted sense of humor.   Karma comes as a form of punishment for him.   Anson, however, is not a man that will pathetically stand to the side when his beloved Alice is targeted.   She is his Alice, and he's willing to become the Mad Hatter once more.

An academic trip with eleven people to Imus Island turns deadly when one by one, people go missing in heartbeats.   The elements of the rainforest hide the eyes of a predator.   Sylvie's husband, Marco, is not the only dangerous presence on the island, and every decision they make can do more damage than good.   He's protective, controlling, and very possessive. Everything he does is for her, and he puts her safety before his even though survival of the fittest brands her as prey.   She doesn't know if he's able to protect her this time.

Daisy knows him as Amias Venturi, a simple businessman willing to spoil her rotten with every dime.   His enemies know him as Amias Venturi, boss of Venturi's criminal enterprise with a lack of humanity.   He is the only man in her life, and he would do anything she asks.   She doesn't need to, though.   Everything was going well, and she was kept in the dark about many things that would've torn apart her trust in him. Then, someone from her past wants to sneak back into her life, but he's not one for sharing.   His enemies test his patience, and he will test their endurance.   "I was never one for mercy."

She's so naive that she's gullible.   Coco isn't a heroine in her story, but she's a princess in his.   She has nothing; her home is gone, her name had been lost in the days of homelessness, and her sense of worth was never there to begin with.   Alistair gave her everything she would have ever wanted and more, but she wants something that is a foolish idea. She wants to find herself, become a strong-willed woman, and prove to the world that she can work with a badly dealt set of cards.   How stupid.   Freedom is simply a word, a mere fantasy before she realizes that she can't live without him.   "This is not a punishment, princess; it's a lesson you have to learn."

Vito was never satisfied with being in the background. He wanted to be her guardian angel and the man that everyone knows as Fia's lover.   Her life is in danger, and she needs him, but she's too naïve to believe that she has enough protection.   One incident wiped that thought away.   He might not be the most righteous man, nor does he claim to have clean morals, but Fia trusts that he is a good man, so he will put on that façade for her.   She's his darling girl.   He will take down the stalker that has been a constant nightmare for her. Vito's going to fight fire with fire.

Doctor Nolan Quincy is like coffee: with charred blackness of his soul and fascinatingly sweet devotion, he raises subliminal concerns.   He had the best intentions to help her; he still does, albeit iniquitously, and is of a matter of personal preference.   Those in his way are picked off one by one like rotten fruits.   Perhaps he had gone too far and loved her too much.   Is he controlling her, or is he the one wrapped around her little delicate fingers?

A normal couple goes on dates, gives each other lovely gifts, and thinks about buying a house when they get married.   Lucas and Lottie are just about as normal as they can get.   He spoils her. He corrects the mistakes that she makes when she improperly disposes of a corpse. He sternly says one thing, but his heart is looking out for her, and he takes on dangerous jobs to take care of her.   He doesn't mind crushing what little pride he had as a former military man to be the cold-blooded criminal to make her happy.   This new job has higher stakes, but he's not a coward.   She, on the other hand, is a weakling. What else can he do other than to look out for her? Not that he minds.

There is only Delano and Bluebell, and sometimes the Delano Manor.   She was once a sweet girl, shrouded with innocence and gullibility. It's how Delano got to her, imprinted her soul with his possessiveness, and choked her with his obsessive tendencies.   She wasn't scared then, and she's not scared now.   She thinks he saw something in her before or after knowing that she wasn't afraid of him.   Today, Bluebell is not the sweet girl with fading innocence and skeptical naïveté.   She has changed; she likes the violence and the tickle in the back of her throat for blood.   One man, unfortunately, becomes the object of her irritation.   She blames Delano for the change.

Ian hasn't been a good man, not for a while now.   He's not deprived of empathy or the ability to sympathize, but it's hardly there when blood is drying on his hands.   His control is so deeply ingrained in Naomi's mind that she looks past his flaws and loves a man of immorality.   Anyone who thought he was going to idly sit and go through this trial must be absolutely stupid.   His pretty darling is waiting for him.   Prison is not an option, neither is humoring the criminal justice system.   Ian distinctively recalls his darling wanting a road trip.   Now would be the perfect time to do so.   "You are useful, darling."

"I don't have a second heart for you to break."   There aren't lines Zeno won't cross. His darling is a testament to that.   He loves her in his haunting, twisted ways. He did everything for her, and she only needs to accept his terrorizing control.   Zeno likes perfection with flaws; she is his perfection until she isn't.   To everyone, he's insanely obsessive. To her, he's a man who loves her too much.   Her first times are his second chances.   Some things aren't worth remembering, and he's one of the nightmares that should stay forgotten.   He's a walking contradiction; a consequence of his fixation.   Black specks of corruption would spread behind her eyes; riled indignant circles in her throat as acid burns with woeful sorrow.   Thief, scoundrel, villain—her voice, so familiar yet foreign, condemns him.   He's wild and unhinged, like a monster.