2 Book(s) Related to dusk lycanroc

She didn’t think. She didn’t care.
Mara shoved him against the cave wall, her fingers clawing at his torn shirt, ripping it away to reveal the hard planes of his chest, scarred and glistening with sweat.
His growl vibrated against her mouth as he spun her, pinning her beneath him on the cold stone floor.
His hands gripped her thighs, bruising in their intensity, as he drove his rock hard cock into her, their pace quickening, desperate, and needy until the world narrowed to the heat.
They lay there, breathless, the cave’s silence broken only by their ragged breathing.
But the desert night held its secrets, and somewhere beyond the cave, a faint, ominous hum stirred the air—a reminder that their fight was far from over.


Mara Kane—battle-hardened, relentless, and haunted by her brother’s mysterious death—hunts a monster. Her target is Silas Varkis, a centuries-old brooding vampire, hiding as a mechanic in the dying desert town.
Their first meeting is a brutal collision of steel and fang… until a blood cult crashes the fight, forcing hunter and hunted into a fragile truce.
Bound by danger and smoldering desire, Mara and Silas are thrust into a deadly game of cat and mouse with the Crimson Veil.
As they race across arid landscapes and through perilous secrets, their enemies multiply—and so do the stakes.
As the cult closes in and ancient evil awakens, Mara and Silas must face the darkness within and between them.
Love blooms where blood is spilled, and redemption comes at a brutal cost.

“You think she needs you,” he says.

“I know she does.”

“And what if she doesn’t want this kind of protection?”

“She will,” I say, my voice lowering slightly. “Because she needs a man who can give her the world.”

“And if the world burns?”

My hand tightens subtly at Violet’s waist.

“Then I’ll build her a new one,” I reply. “Even if I have to burn the old one down myself.”

I don’t work for Rowan Ashcroft.
I work beneath him.

From my desk, I decide who gets access to the most ruthless CEO in the city, and who never makes it past the lobby. I manage his time, his silence, his enemies. I keep his world running while my own quietly collapses under unpaid bills, a mother locked in rehab, and a brother who vanished without a goodbye.

Rowan Ashcroft is power wrapped in a tailored suit.
Cold. Untouchable. Merciless.
He doesn’t flirt. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t see people, only usefulness.

And for a long time, I was just useful.

Until he started watching.

A shift in his attention is subtle at first. A pause too long. A look that lingers. Orders that pull me closer instead of pushing me away. The man who stands above my desk begins to control more than my schedule, and I realize too late that being noticed by Rowan Ashcroft is far more dangerous than being ignored.

Because men like him don’t crave affection.
They crave possession.

This was supposed to be a job.
Not a test of my limits.
Not a slow, deliberate descent into his authority.

But if Rowan Ashcroft decides I belong under his desk, then so be it.
Survival has a price, and the bills don’t care how I pay them.