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Ripped away from the Voronin brothers and forced into the hands of my enemies, I’ll have to face the monsters I’ve been running from. But even in the depths of darkness, one truth remains the same: my men will always come for me. They will always protect me. Or die trying.

I was a good girl once, but now I’ve got bloody hands and a broken heart. When Julian Maduro and his wretched sister breathed their last, I thought that would be the end of it. But I should’ve remembered the brutal truth that’s been beaten into me over and over again…people like me don’t get happily ever afters. Alec Beckham forced me to do the unthinkable, shredding my heart with the squeeze of a trigger. And he’s not done with me yet.

I can still hear the gunshot. Still see the blank look on Sloan’s face as he pulled the trigger. Those images beat against the inside of my skull, drowning out everything else. I can’t let my dad’s death be for nothing. No matter what it takes, I’ll make my keepers pay. The man who took everything from me. The man who shared his secret with me. The man who made me think he cared about me.

All it took to blow my world apart was a single word. A name. Sabrina. Like a patchwork reforming in my mind, snapshots of my past are starting to filter back. And with every piece I remember, fury grows inside me like a hurricane. The man who captured me wants to bury the past, and me along with it. But I’m not afraid of him. I won’t let him hide his secrets in the dark.

Falling flat on my back in a sweaty locker room isn't how I planned to introduce myself to my grandpa's hockey team. Especially when I'm there to turn the business around financially—something nobody else in the stadium seems to want. That's how I first meet Eli Salinger, the team's aggravatingly smooth player-turned-coach. From the moment I introduce myself to him, he makes it clear he doesn't want me there. It doesn't take a genius to work out why. Eli's only interested in one thing—turning the team into a winning side, no matter what it takes.

He’s the Mafia boss’s son. And just as ruthless as his father. I was ten when I first heard the term arranged marriage. From the way my cousin cried about hers, I knew it wasn’t a life I wanted. When I turned eighteen, I learned I’d face the same fate. Benny Marchetti is the heir to the most powerful family in New York City. He’s ruthless, cunning, and my contracted husband. Ten years have passed since my father broke the news, and now, the day has come. It’s time I become his wife. But what the Mafia prince doesn’t know is, he’s met his match.

Queen of Anarchy is the heart-pounding second installment in the Dirty Broken Savages series. Note: The blurb below contains spoilers for the first book, so I'd highly recommend not reading it until you've finished listening to book one, Kings of Chaos. You've been warned! "I was a good girl once. But bad b*tches get shit done. My list is finished. Every name has been crossed off. I should be sipping cocktails on a beach somewhere, breathing easy for the first time in years. But I’m not".

I was a good girl once. But now they’ve unleashed the devil in me. Now there’s only one name that whispers through my mind like a siren call to my demons. Julian f*cking Maduro. He took her from me. So I’m going to take everything from him. With the Kings of Chaos by my side, I’m going to dismantle his life piece by piece. He’s powerful, but we’ll be stronger. He’s vicious, but we’ll be more cruel. He’s cunning, but we’ll be more devious. And when all of this is over, he’ll be dead, and we’ll be dancing on his ashes.

With vengeance burning like fire in my blood, I convinced myself it didn’t matter who I hurt, as long as I made the Black Roses pay for my dad’s death. But my father is alive. And now Gavin wants me dead. Trust is in short supply. A target has been painted on my back. My heart is a tangled mess. But I've never been one to roll over and give up, no matter how bleak things look.

Linc Salinger and I have nothing in common. He's a smooth PR executive; I'm his disciplined office rival. And he's just stolen the project I've been working on for months. After a tough negotiation, I managed to bargain my way back on, but there's a catch. We have to travel to a tropical island and present to the client together. Sharing a beach cottage with only one bed, we plan to stay professional. But the island's magic starts to thaw our animosity, sparking unexpected chemistry. Every laugh and touch intensifies our connection. It's obvious there's no future between us.

After spending years feeling like I never fit in anywhere, I thought I had found a place where I might truly belong. With the Voronin brothers. By their sides. In their beds. A part of their lives. But none of it was real. Malice, Victor, and Ransom showed me a side of myself I never knew existed, taught me to embrace the darkness I once tried to hide from….and then proved that they see me the same way everyone else does.

When I had a foursome with my father's best friends, the last thing I expected for the holidays was to fall in love… with all three men.

I’ll do anything to protect them. Even if it means walking away. The Voronin brothers didn’t just save my life. They showed me what it’s like to be truly cared for, to be a part of an unbreakable bond. Which is why I have to do this.

Never tell a lie. Especially not to a cocky CEO who knows exactly how to seduce you. They always come back to bite. I should have remembered that before I spent the night with Liam Salinger. In my defense, he’s stupidly attractive and knows it. He also willingly admitted to me that he never sleeps with the same woman twice. So I shouldn’t feel too bad about lying to him the next morning. We can forget about each other and get on with our lives, right? Wrong.

Moving back to the town I’d grown up in was the last thing I wanted to do. But after having my heart broken by my ex, I had to go somewhere, and the job was too good to pass up. My first night visiting the local club, I met a man who ties my tongue — and heart — into knots.

Twenty years ago, I stole something that could win the war between Heaven and Hell. Don't get me wrong, I'm no do-gooder. I wanted to rule everything with the King of Hell. However, I have serious qualms with killing eight billion people in order to get what I want. He didn't. Irreconcilable differences, right? So, I did what any witch would do. I faked my death and hid out in the Seattle suburbs, living as a mundane. Stay at home moms are practically invisible here!

Three sinfully delicious single-dad billionaires. One fake marriage. I spend my days in the icy cold Alps, taking care of their babies. And they tip me generously at night, like only they can.

Holden Salinger is a pediatric oncologist, and for the last two years, I've been cleaning his swanky New York apartment. I know every intimate detail about him, from his overly large shoe size to his toothpaste tube rolling obsession. But he doesn't even know I exist. The man couldn't pick me out in a police lineup.

Fleeing college pressure, Jules heads home to rest, recharge, and figure out a plan before fall break ends. Eager to spend time with her mother and stepfather, there's one presence she's less thrilled about seeing: Red. The sentient, smirking pitcher of Cherry Chill-Assist Punch was a huge pain in the glass. He'd been getting under her skin for two years now, ever since their parents' wedding day. Red's taste in entertainment and weirdly suggestive commentary were driving her crazy, a destination she was capable of finding all on her own.

Bound by poverty, I’m but an offering to the gods worshipped by the Frehja. Left astray at the hands of my greed-filled father, I’m a sacrificial pawn to the Ghryadiel, leaving me with one choice: death. A fickle hope lies in my desperate desire to rebel against fate. I don’t run from my demise like the gods expect—I embrace it. Four Ghryadiel Dragons band together to kidnap me from the brink of plunging catastrophe. An act of rebellion against their forefathers. Little do I know, our psychotic tendencies are what bond us as my act of defiance lays the mark of sin upon my clammy flesh.