Böcker av Stasia Mars

"Re-claim"Restore, save, salvage, repair.To claim again...I tried to outrun the sullen cloud that had claimed me.The one that was hell-bent on my destruction.Determined to salvage what was left of me.I took out a loan.One late payment.I was claimed by the mob.The dark cloud flourished and festered.Given to the Bratva heir for a night.I thought he would take what was left of me.But he restored a piece of me that I thought irreparable.I was taken to be sold like cattle.He saved me.Shouldering the cloud with me.Claiming me as his.But he and I were not destined for prosperity.Never meant for a happily ever after.Until he sacrificed everything for my freedom.Only to end up reclaiming me.

"Enthrall"To captivate, to charm, to subjugate, to beguile, to enrapture, to subdue.Bratva Prince.That's what they called Kazimir Kalashnik.Criminal.That's what my father called him.Misunderstood.That's how I saw him.The darkness that surrounded him captivated me.His confidence and entitlement intrigued me.He promised my safety.He promised to watch the world crumble to ash before letting anyone take me from him.His promises beguiled me.It was he who set my world ablaze.Then left me alone in the dying embers.He came back.He subjugated and conquered.It didn't take long to charm me back into submission.His demons never scared me.He feared they were infectious.But nothing prepared me for the monster that remained in existence.The same monster that carved him into the depraved man he had become.My undying devotion for him was formidable and unwavering.The daunting darkness never clouding the overall enthrallment.