Shadows in the Dark

Marked (Shadows in the dark, #1)

Welcome to my fucking world. My name is Kaston Cox and I’m a criminal’s worst nightmare. Most people run from darkness, but I live in it, require it, and thrive in the night. Some call me a monster, some a lover of evil, and others, the devil himself, but they’re all wrong. I’m just a shadow in the dark. I speak for the innocent when no one else will. Once I have marked you, you better beg for forgiveness, because your time has run out…

Revenge is the ultimate wage for evil. Some just can’t stomach to do it themselves. That’s where I come in. I am the ultimate judge when called upon for justice. I will decide who lives and who dies. Blood may be on my hands, but it’s not the blood of the innocent. Remorse is nowhere to be found. I don’t give a shit if you understand. I can live with the man I look at every day in the mirror. My soul was tainted the day I was conceived. You think you know me? You have no fucking idea. I am who I am because of what they did to her, and to him. They were my family. This was the only form of restitution he believed in. I owed him everything. I took over the empire he built. This is how I repay him. There was only one rule: never allow emotions to form. Numb and heartless are the only two ways to live.

What I never included in the plan…was her.

My name is Lux Larsen. My life is as perfect as it can get. I’m a partier, a seductress when it comes to something that I want, and the ultimate sexual con artist. I use my body to get what I want and I’m not ashamed. Designer tags are what I’m after. I love sex. I’m good at it. Fuck double standards. Guys can do it, well guess what, so can I. I will never be caught back on the other side of the tracks for as long as I live. I left that hellhole years ago. I’ll do anything to stay away. You can call me a whore if you want, but I just look at it as I’ve decided to become a player in a man’s game, and I’m a fucking pro at it. Love is for the weak minded. Weak is something I’ll never be.

I never anticipated the predator that would find me. I’m now his prey…but I’m not sure I can run. 

The world likes to think that love is only pure, only for those that do good, but what no one considers is when bad has to be done to formulate a different type of good. Two of the most random people can be a perfect match, being placed together like pieces to a puzzle. Being in the wrong place at the right time can be terrifying and it can also be exactly what is supposed to happen, because sometimes…love is born in the dark.


Love and War (Shadows in the Dark, Book 2)

***Kross and Delta's story***


The fucking lights. They are all I can remember. Everywhere I turn I see them. They haunt my dreams, and now my reality. She liked the lights. I do remember that. It was part of her life, and in turn a part of mine, until the day I forgot it all.

Weapons. Big or small, they can be anything I need them to be. Unlike people in my life, they are predictable, dependable. Without any effort they can cause so much destruction. Touching them they are slick, smooth, and silent when I demand it. Who wouldn’t find them beautiful?
Ink. I’ve loved it since I can remember. It defines me. It’s my release. When I feel like I’m about to blow I turn to the needle. It is the only high I need. I brand people. It’s what I do. Kross Brannon is the best there is when it comes to tattoos. My company proves it. 
I never teach. Those that work for me learn from someone else. I work solo. Always have and always will…but then I looked up and saw her, standing in my fucking shop, beautiful, tattooed, and her soul screaming for me to reach out. That’s the moment everything started falling into place…

I’ve waited my whole life for this moment. Nothing and no one will stand in my way now. I want to be pissed at her, but she’s just given me everything I’ve fucking dreamed of since I was a kid. He’s giving me a chance. I will not let him down. But then he touched me.
My entire life I’ve been cold, but now a spark has ignited and I’m starting to warm. What does this mean? He can’t know my secrets. It could ruin everything. I want him, but I’ll never give in. The tug of war inside will never defeat what I want. I don’t care how raw my hands become from the rope. Delta Rohr has never fallen for a man, and I don’t intend to start now. Most like to think that love and war will never entwine, leaving the two paths separate, but sometimes to find the one worth fighting for you must enter into war. The infamous question will always remain: all is fair in love and war? Will it always be a myth or will they find out?

expected release: WINTER 2015

Eagle Eye (Shadows in the Dark, Book 3)

***Chevy and Chaisley's story***


I can’t stop. It’s become a physical need that I have formed. My day would be fucked up if I didn’t see her at least once. The moment I locked her in my sight I knew she would change me. The question that is yet to be determined is how much.

I’m a trained killer. I sit, I watch, and when conditions are ideal I pull the trigger. I’m a ghost. The one rule is to never be detected. The only way to live is to shut down the mind. Hesitation can get you killed. 

If only I could mute the part that still haunts me: the screams, the pain, and the visuals in my head. Some mistakes cannot be reversed. 

So I watch…

Operation Eagle Eye is now underway. Anyone that tries to harm her is now my target. I, Chevy Rutland, will protect her at all costs, consequences be damned. 

Everything was fine until he showed up trying to take what I’ve already claimed as mine. Do I introduce myself, making myself visible, or kill off the competition?

I’m no stranger to war. For her…I’ll go back.

That feeling is back. 

I turn around, but again I see no one. Chills run down my spine as the hairs on the back of my neck stand. It makes me uneasy. My heart pounds every time I’m alone. The bad part is that I don’t think I’m really alone.

Someone is watching me.

I’m Chaisley Bennett and I’ve sworn to never settle down. I’ve always loved the night, it’s why I made it my career, but now I’m scared. The parties, the money, the travel, and the social stigma, it’s what I live for. I’m not ready for it to end. What does he want? Will he hurt me? Will he show himself or remain invisible? I should report it, but something is telling me not to.

No matter where you go, there is always someone watching. Just because you can't see him, doesn't mean he isn't there. Two hearts meant to be, speak to each other loud and clear, drawn to each other like two magnets. You can run, but you can’t hide. The battle of hearts is as old as time. Don’t go to war with love unless you’re prepared to surrender…every time.

Forever Marked (Shadows in the Dark, Book 1.5)


It happened.

I got a taste of blood. Tainted blood. Since that day I think about it often. I shouldn’t, but I do. I have a good life now, full of light, but it’s too much light. It makes me feel exposed. I just want to run and hide in the shadows. I feel like two different people, like night and day, like sinner and saint, like good and bad, but both are in love with him. It’ll always be him. He’s trying to be good for me, but I want him the way he was. I don’t want him to change who he is. I want him to be the man that took my heart hostage and still hasn’t given it back. What I want is…the dark and the light.

If he wants me to walk down that aisle, then he better bring all of him.

She’s hiding something from me.

She thinks I can’t read her deepest thoughts, but in some form I can. I listen to her soul. I have for a while. I know that she loves me, but something is missing. There is something that she wants, but isn’t telling me. It started after that day. I believe a fire has been started. I know, because I’ve been there, but all it takes is one spark carried in the wrong direction and you have a forest fire that could wipe out everything.

To me she gained her wings that day, but the problem is her wings are black. Something tells me that she doesn’t just want them for looks, but she wants to use them. I shouldn’t be surprised. After all…you can’t really have a grim reaper without a dark angel.

I’ll do whatever I have to do to make her happy, be who I have to be, because the day I slid that diamond ring on her finger she was forever marked by me.

Those born in the dark are sometimes afraid of the light. The key is to find the balance between the two. Even with true love hearts aren’t always the perfect shade of red. Scars cause discoloration and permanent marks, sometimes even altering from its original state into something new. We don’t always choose who we want to be, because sometimes…it chooses us.