Dangerous, Nora Ash

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Killer. Heartbreaker.
Husband…?

Blaine

I hurt, break and kill for a living. The Family point, I deliver. But this time, they ask too much. This time, they want me to marry the one woman who knows my secret. She has reason to hate me, I know, but I’ll take her, I’ll break her, and I’ll make her mine.

That’s the only way I can keep my secret.

Mira

When I ran away eight years ago, I thought I’d escaped the underworld I’d always known. I made a life for myself. I thought I was free. Then my past came knocking at my door. Now I’m marrying the son of London’s biggest crime family. A man who hates me as much as I hate him. He’s ruthless, brutal, and dangerous — everything I’ve always feared.

He’s taken away the life I built, he’s taken my freedom. And now, I fear he’s taken my sanity, too.

How else could I be falling in love with him?

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Ragnarök Rising, Nora Ash

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Five possessive gods and the end of mankind. That’s my fate.

I always thought the end of the world was a myth. But then, I also thought Norse gods were make believe, too.

They’re not.

Five of them are coming for me. They claim I will only survive if I surrender to them, body and soul.

But they don’t realize it’s about so much more than carnal servitude. I am so much more than they could ever suspect. So much more than even I knew.

I am the only one who can stop Ragnarök from covering the world in ice and darkness. The only one who can save gods and men alike from annihilation.

And in the shadows lurks betrayal so deep it will change the fate of the world…


Warning:
Not suitable for those who are triggered by dubious consent. No alpha dicks and omega pussies were harmed in the making.

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Obsession, Nora Ash

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I never wanted a mate.
Until I was put in chains.
Strapped down.
And claimed.

I always believed I could analyze any situations until I found a solution. Solve any problem if I just applied my brain. I went to university, studied science and told myself my academic cocoon would protect me from the alphas dominating our society.

I was wrong.

No textbook prepared me for my meeting with text subject 351. The biggest, scariest alpha on death row, hauled into my lab to uncover how to control the beast of a man. How to make him submit.

Mold him into a weapon.

But there is no controlling the feral alpha, and no logic strong enough to save my mind once he unleashes his fury on my body.

Once he claims me.

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