Beautiful monsters wear the most alluring disguises... and the deadliest one just walked into my gallery. As a successful gallery owner in Boston, I thought I knew who I was.
I've been in love with Alexi Turgenev all my life. Though he's called the Angel of Death in our world, this tall, beautiful man has always been my savior, my protector.
I don’t just dream about possessive anti-heroes, I crave them. The dark, dangerous ones dripping with Bratva energy, the ones who claim you with a single look and make…
