Author: cameronhart

Luca: She’s late to her best friend’s wedding rehearsal. Of course, she’s late. I sigh in frustration, but Freya just grins at me, like she always does. It annoys me to no end that she’s not intimidated by me in the least. As the underboss of the Moscatelli family, I command the attention, respect, and often the fear of everyone around me. So why does Freya find me to be such a great source of … source of entertainment? The fiery little redhead with curves for days is going to be the death of me, but something tells me she…

Matteo: I don’t have time for this. My men caught a spy down by the old abandoned shipyard and now I have to deal with him or else risk losing this alliance. Turns out the spy isn’t a man. It’s a woman. A lovely woman who says she was taking photos for her bookstagram account. Whatever that is. I can hardly take in her words, because her eyes are piercing my chest, right where my heart would be … be if I had one. They are crystal blue, almost transparent in this lighting. I can see fear in her clear…

Tucker: I’m fine. I don’t need any help. I only have these bandages on my eyes for a week. I’ve never needed anyone, and I don’t plan on changing that now. But then my neighbor knocked on my door. I’ve never met her before, but I want to now. Her soft, sweet voice hits me right in the chest. I feel an ache deep inside, a profound emptiness I didn’t know I had. I’m broken, bitter, and a bastard to … to boot. Try as I might to shake off my intrusive yet intoxicating neighbor, she keeps showing up and…