CAMILA

Every night I sing for a room full of strangers in a Las Vegas casino.

And every night, the man who owns me stands at the back and watches.

I don't fall in love. I don't make friends. I keep my head down, my lipstick red and my secrets buried, because in this town the wrong word in the wrong ear buys you a shallow grave in the desert.

Then he walks in.

The boss's son. Sent from New York to clean house. Six foot four of trouble in a dark suit, with eyes that see straight through every lie I've ever told.

My orders are simple. Get close to him. Find out what he wants. Report back.

But the devil doesn't just look at me. He looks at me like he already knows how I taste.

And every time he touches me, I forget whose side I'm on.

SALVATORE

My father sent me to the desert to fix the family business.

He didn't send me to want the singer.

She belongs to the man I came here to watch. She smokes too much, lies too well, and looks at me like I'm the most dangerous thing she's ever seen.

She's right.

I don't make promises. I don't share. And I never take what isn't offered.

So I'll wait until she begs.

Somebody in this city is bleeding my family dry. Something is rotting in the dark under that casino floor. And the woman in red knows more than she's telling.

I'm going to find out what she's hiding.

Then I'm going to make her mine, and burn down anyone who tries to stop me.

This is the first book in The House of Sin Series. Reading order:

To Touch the Devil.

To Break the Angel.

To Touch the Devil: Dark Mafia Romance

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