The Vlogger

The Vlogger.
My latest upload has gone viral.
A private video of Lenic Reevus, the most vicious man I’ve ever met.
The ex-Royal Marine nearly breaks down my studio door to flag me inappropriate…

…while I’m in the middle of a live-streaming event.

I don’t tell him. I don’t switch off the camera. I keep recording, secretly playing to my audience. He should have checked if the camera was rolling, right?

The Tempest.
Trying to take Felicity down is like being in the ring, except she makes me more breathless. Boxing is the sport of kings or something. But this — her — is the damn opposite. She is the sport for the poor and the desperate, men willing to break their minds, hearts and souls. I’m a heartless bas***d, but damnit … she’s my Achilles’ heel.

The Vlogger.
Our attraction is painful, undeniable, and it’s like I am Eve and his lips are the apple, and damn if his tongue isn’t the snake.
I am the only girl who can put this broken man back together again.
But he knows the secret he is keeping will tear us apart. He knows it’ll force my hand to break ties with the only family I have left in this world.
But once The Tempest, the man with the iron heart, falls in love … he'll crush anyone who dares to take me away from him.
I have no choice but to go down with his big ship.
Hook, line, and goddamned sinker.