Giana Darling

He arrives all dressed in black. Diamond cufflinks. A watch on his tanned wrist that cost more than we would ever see in a lifetime of work. He carries a single red rose....

When a mysterious man rescues her from near death, a young woman finds herself in the throes of a dark and dangerous storybook romance, where pleasure reigns but happy endings are no guarantee.

Wrapping up this daring duet, bestselling author Giana Darling takes readers back to Tuscany for another tantalizing mafia romance, where dark players and passions collide to reveal explosive secrets.

It was the biggest day of my life. I know most people say that about something joyous--a graduation, a wedding ceremony, the birth of their first child. My situation was a little different. Sure, it was my 18th birthday, but it was also the day that I was sold....

He was the most beautiful man I’d ever seen. An enigmatic French businessman with red hair, blue eyes, and an intensity that stirred something deep inside me that hadn’t yet been awoken. I wanted him instantly. And for some reason, he seemed to want me too....

Seven days was all it took for my life to change irrevocably. It shouldn’t have been possible to fall in love with a man I barely knew while on holiday, but I fell so hard I was still seeing stars when I made my way to New York City to begin my new life.

After years of turmoil, my life was finally looking up. I was launching my career as an artist at one of the hottest galleries in New York City, I’d reunited with my family, and most of all, for the first time in my life, I was in love....

It was the worst day of my life. I know most people say that about something obviously horrific—a first heartbreak, a fatal illness, or the funeral of a loved one—but my situation was a little different. Not only was it my wedding day, but it was also the day I chose to die....

Bianca has finally found her rightful place amid the powerful Constantines. But all is not what it seems in this glittering new world. And Tiernan Morelli refuses to give her up....

I was a murderer. One of the cruelest, wealthiest men in New York City. Dante Salvatore, capo of capos. Yet I had one weakness. Elena Lombardi. Cold as ice, sharp as the edge of broken glass, and more beautiful than any woman should have the right to be, she stormed my defenses....

Jilted by my fiancé. A disappointment to my family. Haunted by my childhood traumas. I felt so much all my life that I resolved to feeling nothing at all. Until I met my match. As the most infamous mafioso of the 21st century, Dante Salvatore was entirely too dangerous to know....

I was a goner as girl to a man they called Casanova for a reason. He would never love me, at least not the way I needed him to. I tried to move on. But I couldn’t turn my back on him or The Fallen MC. So when they needed me most, I offered the only thing of value....

I was settin’ up to live a good life, the kinda life I’d fought hard to deserve. With a good woman - the best woman - at my side, a degree under my belt, and the whole world at my feet, I was livin’ the kinda happily ever after usually denied the rebellious and the criminal....

The Irish enforcer for The Fallen Men MC is everything good girls are taught to stay away from. Only, I found myself inexorably drawn into his dark gravitational pull....

I was a good girl. I ate my vegetables, volunteered at the local autism centre, and sat in the front pew of church every Sunday. Then, I got cancer. What the hell kind of reward was that for a boring life well lived? I was a 17-year-old paradigm of virtue, and I was tired of it....

He was 18. The heir to a notorious, criminal MC. And my student. There was no way I could get involved. No way I could stay involved. Then, no way I could get out alive....

They say one action doesn’t define you. I killed a man. Stabbed him in the neck and licked the blood off my lips after I did it. Still, one action doesn’t define you....

I don't give a f--k. Not about money or fame, beauty or power. I've had all those things since birth, and trust me, they're a f--king snooze. I don't give a f--k about anyone, not even myself. Until my father proves evil can exist in the most holy of places....

When four thugs show up at Evergreen Gas Station with cocked shotguns and masked faces, it could have ended in the worst night of my life.

I fell in love with my best friend's dad when I was seventeen. He seemed like some kind of heathen god, big enough to kill a man with his bare hands, tattooed with bright, bold images, and weathered by time and a short stint in prison.