Hades & Lucifer Paperback Bundle

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Hades:

His father named him Hades, and he made damn sure he gave hell to every aspect of his life. 

He was used to being the most dangerous one in the room. Harley had no idea the power she held over him, and that made her dangerous as hell. 

She couldn’t help her reaction to him. Her body craved his touch, and this was the first time she allowed herself to admit that. In such a small amount of time, Hades captivated her, and she saw nothing but him.

She scared the shit out of him because she made him feel something other than rage. She made him wonder what it might be like to really have her as his. Not in the possessive kind of way he wanted to claim her, but in the way where she chose him and he chose her every day. Where love was present between them. 

The thought of instilling more fear into her when he got back excited him, and he couldn’t wait to see what she looked like when she was at her breaking point. Everyone had one, and he found pleasure in finding them for people, leaving them different from how he found them. 

Harley had no idea that she had created an addict at that moment, and he had no idea how to handle that. The last person he depended on was his mother, and that left him nothing but deep heartbreak. Now, he knew he was going to depend on Harley in some capacity because that pussy was too good to let go, and he didn’t know how to feel about that.

Lucifer:

“He stepped into my life like an angel with the name of the devil…”

My love story started out as a lie.

Nobody should give birth alone, but there I was, seconds away from falling apart while my mother berated me on my life’s decisions.

Just when I couldn’t take my mother’s judgement anymore, he spoke up, claiming to be my baby daddy just to shut my mother up. 

He wasn’t my baby daddy. His name was of the devil, but his eyes were kind. Far kinder than the man who got me pregnant.

I’d never met Lucifer before that night. He just so happened to be there with his sister-in-law—my midwife.

But when he winked at me, letting me know he was in my side, I didn’t correct him.

I didn’t correct him when he held my hand through the pain.

I didn’t correct him when he held my daughter like she was his.

And I didn’t correct him when he kept showing up.

Now, I’m caught up in this charade with a fake boyfriend I wished like hell was real.

My mother thinks I’m too good for him.

My father is suspicious of our union.

My baby’s real father won’t let go of me.

But Lucifer?

He wants to keep me and my baby safe.

And for the first time in my life, I feel seen. I don’t feel alone. I feel protected.

His father gave him the name of the devil, but to me, he’s the answer to my prayers.