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May 11, 2021
A new dark romance enemies to lovers mafia box set!
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From USA Today bestselling author Isabella Starling, the complete Gilded Cage collection of three novels including a prequel to this dark romance, arranged marriage, enemies-to-lovers, mafia story.
On her eighteenth birthday, Ophelia is kidnapped.
The Russian mafia princess is taken captive by the enemy.
Kain is the man who just slaughtered her family and ruined her life.
Ophelia must choose between the three men in her life - the twin brothers fighting for her affection and cruel, vindictive killer Kain who's decided who must own and marry her...
No matter the cost.
This is Ophelia and Kain's complete story of over 150,000 words. Available for a limited time. Gilded Cage is a non RH, dark romance trilogy.
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Ophelia
Let me tell you the story of a girl and her bird.
I fell in love with my husband’s best friend when I was only a little girl.
My family, the Sokolovs, were Russian royalty.
I was a pampered little princess, used to being around money my whole life. I never wanted for anything—I got it all in abundance, and before I even wished for it, it was presented to me tied up with a big bow.
My papa called me Princess Ophelia, and the nickname stuck. Everyone called me Princess after that, but nobody dared to mock me using that name. Even though I wore pretty pink dresses and liked to play with Mamochka’s makeup, I still got my feet dirty and made all the other kids respect me. I ruled the playground and my papa ruled the Bratva.
I met the Marino brothers when I was five years old. I had porcelain skin and waist-length black hair, wore a tutu, and was covered in mud up to my knees.
Sometimes I wonder if I would have still fallen in love with Ryker if I’d seen Max first.
They were identical twins, tall for their age, with dark hair and chests that had already broadened. My poor five-year-old heart went all fluttery when I saw the tall boy that strode into the party first. Instantly, it got a reaction out of me. My knees felt weird and my legs were all kinds of wobbly and I had no idea what on earth was going on. Little girls aren’t supposed to feel love as intensely as I did that afternoon, but I was sure nonetheless that was exactly what it was.
I trailed after the boy unnoticed. Or so I thought.
He turned around when I was least expecting it, his eyes blazing with unfriendly fire as his gaze zeroed in on me. He looked like he was about to shout, but as he drank in my appearance, his features softened, and he looked at me with something closer to curiosity in his eyes.
“Who are you?” he asked in heavily accented English, and I couldn’t believe his dumbness.
“I’m Ophelia,” I said proudly, my little chin raised defiantly in the air.
How could he not know who I was? Everybody in the world knew my daddy, and also knew me by default. That this boy dared to forget infuriated me, but at the same time, made me think he was special… different to anyone else.
“Well, I’m Ryker,” he said with a boyish smile, reaching out formally to shake my hand. “Ryker Marino.”
Hesitantly, I reached out too and took his hand in mine, cocking my head to the side and watching him with unabashed curiosity.
“Pleased to meet you,” I said, and he grinned again, putting his hand in his pocket. “Where are your parents?”
“Over there,” he said. “With that tall man.”
I followed the motion he made with my eyes, seeing my papa standing there with two people I didn’t recognize. They were a man and a woman, the woman curvy and beautiful, standing a little to the side and smiling politely as the two men spoke. My papa was always the life of the party, but with the man I didn’t know by his side, he almost blended into the background, which surprised me.
The other man, Ryker’s papa, was taller than any man I’d seen before. He looked friendly and kind and had an easy smile on his face—nothing like papa who sometimes looked quite menacing.
Papa was his opposite. Still very handsome, but with an open smile and outstretched hands. Papa was often quiet and a little reserved, so watching him interact with a man that was so unlike me made me giggle.
“Your papa is so tall,” I told Ryker.
He smiled proudly the way boys do. He was obviously proud of his father.
“Do you have any brothers or sisters?” I asked him curiously, chattering on as he regarded me with an amused expression. “I have five! I know, that’s quite a lot. We are a big family. Mamochka has a baby every year. They are all younger than me, so I am the most important, you know. I am the princess.”
“Princess?” Ryker repeated, looking me over, from my dirty, mud-stained shoes to the puffy pink dress I was wearing. “Oh. I guess you are, yeah.”
To my five-year-old years, it was the best thing he could have possibly said, and I beamed with pride.
“Come on,” I told him, grabbing his hand on impulse and trying to pull him toward the playground where the other children were playing while several distressed nannies watched over them. “We can go play together.”
“Wait,” Ryker said, grinning at someone over my shoulder and motioning for someone to join us. “Can my brother come and play too?”
I looked behind me and saw a boy, nearly identical to the one before me, partially hidden behind his mother. He seemed different somehow, more serious, even though he couldn’t have been more than eleven years old. But he was intently listening to the adults’ conversation, which I found totally boring myself. His father ruffled his hair, and the boy looked searchingly around until his eyes found mine.
“That’s your brother?” I asked unnecessarily.
It was obvious enough. They looked so alike. But because of the differences in the way they acted, I could have been fooled to think they were just related, like cousins or something. I had quite a few of those.
“Yeah, that’s him,” Ryker nodded. “Hey, Max! Come over here!”
The boy looked at his father for confirmation, and only when the older man nodded, he came toward us. His walk was a little uncertain, and I absent-mindedly noticed he was limping a little. Right away, this made me warm up to him, although not in the same way I had to his brother. But still, once he reached us, he had a bright smile on his face, and I introduced myself to him as well.
In a shy, measured voice, he told me his name was Max, and I led the two boys to the playground where I introduced them to my siblings. They didn’t seem particularly interested in my sister and brother, but then again, they were too young. What on earth are you supposed to do with babies anyway? They’re no fun until you can play with them.
Instead of spending time with the other kids, the two boys whispered an idea in my ear, and I grinned wickedly when they said we should play a game in the garden the party was in.
“I don’t get it,” I said at first. “Isn’t it just like Hide and Seek?”
“No,” Max said patiently. “It’s a little bit different. One of us will be the monster. The monster will try to hunt the other two down and kill them.”
He was always so patient. So kind. So sweet. Especially in those first few years when I’d just met him. He’d show his true colors soon enough….
“Kill?” I repeated, a slight edge to my voice.
We didn’t use big bad words like that at home. papa said they were distasteful.
“Only in the game,” Max said calmly. “Look, I’ll be the monster first. You and Ryder hide.”
“Okay,” I nodded and took Ryker’s hand.
He seemed slightly repulsed by having a little girl hold his hand, but he didn’t say anything, just gave me a strained smile while his brother started to count. And then we ran off together, giggling and tripping clumsily.
It took Max a minute to find us. I realized soon he loved being the monster because he always knew exactly where we were hiding. I never found out if he peeked through his fingers when we ran off.
When Ryker was the monster, he still found us fast, but Max did his best to keep the game going and keep it fun for me. I loved the way he paid special attention to me. Even though he’d just walked into my life, he already knew I was a special little princess, just like papa said.
When I had to look for them, I gave up after ten minutes and sulkily stomped my mud-caked Mary Janes on the ground. I heard snickers, but they still wouldn’t come out. Not until I started to call for Papa. Then, they were out of the bushes in seconds, looking all sheepish and apologetic.
We spent the rest of the day playing together and having great fun. Finally, as the babies got cranky and the day turned into evening, my father called everyone to the stage where a band had been playing earlier.
“Welcome, welcome,” he said in that cool, measured tone of his. “I’m so glad all of you could join us today. What a beautiful day it has been. A beautiful day indeed—perhaps perfect for the announcement I am going to make today.”
I stared at him adoringly. Nothing could wake me up from my trance, my eyes fixated on Papa. I loved him so.
“We are joined today by the Marinos,” Papa said, pointing to the gathering crowd. “What a lovely time to celebrate the joining of our two families, isn’t it?”
He chuckled, and I followed his gaze until it found Ryker and Max’s parents who were standing to the side with their twins, smiling proudly.
“I’d like to invite my daughter up to the stage now,” Papa said, looking right at me. “Come on, come up here, Ophelia.”
For a second, my heart froze in fear, and I was convinced I was in trouble. But Papa looked so jovial and not angry at all. Maybe he just wanted me to stand next to him… I’d seen Papa in a bad mood before, “tempers” as Mamochka called them, and I hadn’t liked it one bit. It was scary and bloody and no fun at all.
Hesitantly, I stepped away from the crowd and joined my father on the stage. He firmly held my hand in his and smiled at the crowd.
“Everyone knows Princess Ophelia, of course,” he said. “My eldest child. Today is a joyous occasion, friends. Today, I want you to celebrate with me… the joining of forces, two families coming together. Today, I announce my daughter’s engagement to a Marino.”
Everyone clapped politely, and I looked up at Papa, too stunned to speak.
“But, Papa,” I said urgently, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket. “I’m only five.”
The crowd laughed aloud, and my father chuckled.
“Young man,” he finally said. “Why don’t you come up here?”
My eyes flitted back to where the Marinos were standing, and suddenly, something bloomed inside my chest, hopeful and scared and big and fluttery.
He said I was marrying a Marino… Oh my gosh, I was going to marry Ryker. My eyes looked into his dreamily, the boyish charm of his grin, the way his eyes sparkled so enchanting. But then I realized he wasn’t the one who had moved toward the podium.
It was Max instead, walking slowly but deliberately, his bad leg obviously giving him trouble as he limped closer.
My heart sank. My eyes found Ryker’s. Did I imagine the regret in them? The tinge of sadness? We’d only met a couple of hours ago, but I felt such a pull toward him. I wanted him, not his brother.
Max got up on the podium, and the crowd clapped as he came to stand next to me.
“But, Papa,” I whispered, tugging on my father’s sleeve again. “I don’t want to marry Max. I want to marry Ryker.”
An awkward silence fell upon the guests, and my father looked down at me with harsh, unforgiving eyes.
“Shut up,” he said simply.
“But papa—”
Before I could finish my sentence, he slapped me across the face, hard. So hard I fell on my butt and tears prickled my eyes. I didn’t cry though. I never cried, even when Papa got angry. It only made him more upset.
Papa glared at the crowd while I picked myself up clumsily.
“Clap,” he growled, and on cue, the crowd applauded.
Max helped me up, and I blinked the tears away, but I couldn’t take my eyes away from Ryker.
He wasn’t looking at me though; he was looking at my father. And his eyes burned with unapologetic hatred. When they finally connected with mine, I knew it was because of Papa had hit me.
I gave him a brave smile to let him know it was okay. But even then, it was too late.
The die had been cast.
READ MORE!April 16, 2021
My favorite book I've ever written is out now!
I have a brand new release for you, and it's my favorite book I've ever written. It's $3.99 and available in KU too. And it's almost 400 pages!
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NOX
She escaped me once, but she won't be that lucky this time.
My little bird looks even prettier with the scar I carved into her cheek.
I watch her... I follow her... I wait for the right moment to take what's mine.
I ruined her life once, and now it's time to clip her wings and cage her.
DOVE
Eight years ago, a sicko ruined my life.
He cut me open and made me bleed, and I hid the truth to protect him.
Now, a scar marks me as damaged goods.
That's why I stay in the shadows. I trust them.
Until they start talking back...
And the man who took my innocence comes back to stalk me.
Tyrant Stalker is a full-length dark romance novel from USA Today and Amazon bestselling author Isabella Starling.
Dove and Nox's story begins in Tyrant Twin, but you can read this book as a standalone.
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Nox
Every love story has an expiration date.
I believed mine had already expired. When I tumbled into that abyss below the cliffs, I thought my life was over. But I had a guardian angel watching over me. Too bad I wasn't worthy of fucking saving.
When I woke up, they told me I'd been in a coma for six years. Six fucking years of my life, wasted while I was plugged into machines that helped me breathe.
I asked about them first. Kade and June.
They told me they were alive and well with three children. I fucking hated them even more when I found out about that. But after finding out about their happily ever after I stopped giving a damn. There was still one person though, one addiction from my past I couldn't bring myself to let go.
That addiction had a name – Dove Canterbury. I fixated on her like I had done on June before. I slowly recovered, my thoughts filled with the desire to own her again. It was in part what helped me recover, giving me the strength to overcome all the difficulties of my new life.
But I did it. I got through it all with one person on my mind – the little bird that was the only one to escape my gilded cage unscathed. Well, not completely unscathed.
I smirk as I put out my cigarette under my boot. I'm standing in an alley facing a small house on the outskirts of LA. It's busy here, busy and fucking hot. But I don't give a shit about that. All my attention is focused on the door of that house, glued to it as I wait for the only inhabitant of 1490 Westwood Boulevard to show her pretty face.
It's fucking gut-wrenching. This moment could change the rest of my life, and hers. I know where she lives now. There will be no running anymore. I've got her right in the palm of my hand.
As I wait, I notice a purple butterfly land on the handle of her front door. She's like a Disney fucking princess too, apparently, attracting critters and shit.
The door opens and out she comes. Long, flowing dark locks, glossy, hiding her beautiful face. She doesn't wear makeup anymore, but she hasn't stopped trying. She carries herself like a woman that knows her worth, even though you'd never think it from her outfit. Baggy black clothes hide her body, but from where her wrists peek out, I can tell she's thin. Painfully so.
She looks so different than she used to. Gone is her light blonde hair, replaced with a pitch-black color. I think it's her natural hair, and it looks beautiful.
My cock hardens in my pants as I watch her leave the house. She’s carrying a small grocery bag in one hand. I’m curious as she heads into a side alley and I stay closely behind, breathing in the remnants of her scent as I follow her. I stay in the shadows, making sure she won't see me. I'm not going to expose myself so fast. No, I'm going to play Dove's mind like a goddamn instrument, pulling and playing with the strings until she's convinced she's going fucking insane. I can't fucking wait.
I watch her approach a homeless man in the alley and my fists tighten. I don't want her interacting with other men. But she doesn't seem afraid of the slumped figure on the ground. She offers him the grocery bag and they chat before she heads back home. My cock can't handle the sight of her. Six years of obsession, of dreaming about her for six goddamn years, are back to haunt me. And now she's here, the personification of all my desires, right here, at the touch of my fingertips.
I'm no longer Parker Miller. I stopped being the crazed, abused boy who was so angry at the world a long time ago. Now I'm Nox. I live in the night, in the shadows, and I'm never going to look for excuses for who I am anymore. My brother and his wife think I'm a monster. I think they're fucking right. And I'm done fighting what I should have admitted a long fucking time ago.
I watch Dove disappear back inside her house. I don't want to leave. The binds that tether me to her are pulling, taut and strong, reminding me she's the one who has the power here, because she holds my sick, twisted heart in the palm of her hand.
I fight the urge to palm my cock and turn my back to the house she lives in. I can't stay here for too long, can't risk her noticing. I have to stay in the shadows. I've been patient for so long, biding my time until I take her, steal her back, give her the home she deserves in a cage by my bed. I can keep waiting, as long as it fucking takes. Because I know she's going to end up as my goddamn property.
Walking down the street, I find the café where I'm supposed to meet him. Marissa's father, my benefactor, the poor fucking sod who's dumb enough not to blame me for the death of his only daughter.
Sometimes I wonder whether Thom Hodge secretly knows I'm the one who killed his kid. If he does, he's never mentioned it or shown any suspicion. His love for his only child is overshadowed by what he sees in me. Even in death, Marissa is worthless to him.
I don't think about her often, because the thought of her fills me with an emotion I'm not familiar with – guilt.
Hers was the first life I took. Not the first blood I spilled, but the first time I hurt deeply enough to watch her life essence drip out of her. She's gone now, so it's no use obsessing over the fact she's dead. Her father sure as fuck isn't.
I slide into the booth next to Hodge, avoiding his gaze. He looks hopeful, the poor fucking fool. He has so much hope, sees so much potential in me. But I'm not the genius artist he wants me to be. I'm just an abused kid who grew up into a monster and likes to unleash the full fury of his anger on a blank fucking canvas.
"Hello, Nox," he greets me politely. "I'm so glad to see you settling in."
I narrow my eyes at him. The poor fuck flew in from New York just to see me, trying to convince me to do a show, to go public with my work and stop just selling it to loaded collectors with a taste for the gruesome art world. I'm not going to do what he wants, though. I don't want my brother and his wife finding me, not now that I'm so close to claiming my little bird, caging her and crushing her fragile wings so she can never leave me again.
"Why did you come here?" I ask him.
Hodge places his intertwined fingers on the table and smiles at me. "I already ordered for us."
"I'm not eating or drinking."
"Are you taking care of yourself, Nox? You look strong enough."
"Answer my fucking question," I hiss in lieu of an answer.
Hodge smiles and moves back as a waitress places two plates of food before us. I am hungry, but I'm not going to eat in front of this man. Once the woman disappears, he begins talking, and it's the same old shit, just a different day. Some gallery opening, so many opportunities, if I would just come to one of them, speak to some of the owners, the collectors, the benefactors. Everyone wants to know the sick, fucked up mind behind the shit I create. But I'm not some goddamn zoo animal, inviting people to poke and prod at my brain. I keep my thoughts private because I don't trust a soul.
"You came here for nothing," I hiss at Hodge. "I'm not doing a show."
"Nox, I know you need the money."
"Just sell more of my shit then."
"You'll have to paint more so I can do that."
The bastard's right, though I'll never admit to my own wrongdoings. He has nothing to sell because it's been months since I've painted anything. Art doesn't come easily now. It feels like I’m squeezing water out of a fucking stone. When I was younger, I was filled with inspiration, with the desire to paint, to put my filthy thoughts on paper. But not now. Now, it's a chore to get anything out that doesn't feel pretentious as fuck. A part of me does miss it. The part that's hoping Dove will inspire me, if for nothing else than to create something for Hodge to sell before I blow all the money I have left.
I live a humble life, and it doesn't seem as if Dove needs money, but I've gotta be at least self-sufficient. I'll be fucking damned if I let someone else pay for me.
"I'll do my best," I mutter, pushing the plate of food away from me as I get up. "You can go back home now."
"Please, Nox."
"No." I brush down my leather jacket. "I told you over the fucking phone, I'm not interested in doing shows or anything where I have to be there in person."
"I hope someday I can change your mind. Until then, Nox." Hodge smiles his stupid fucking hopeful grin. "Keep creating."
I want to fucking punch the bastard. I don't even understand why I hate him so much after all he's done is help me.
Ignoring my instinct to pummel his jaw into dust, I walk out of the café and back into the hot street. I hate this fucking weather. It's too fucking hot for me. I thrive in the cold, in the darkness. I'm a New Yorker, not a basic fucking LA bitch. But LA has Dove, and New York doesn't, so I'll stay here for the foreseeable future.
I should head back home, but I can't resist the urge to drop by Dove's house one more time.
Her window is open and the sound of calming, sad music pours out into the street. I check to make sure there's no one around and slide into the shadows of her house. I look through her window. The place looks good, tidy and organized. I can hear the sound of her shower running. The door of her bathroom is open. I could walk right in there and take her. Right now. No regrets.
Fighting the urge seems like an impossible fucking task. All I want is to wrap my fingers around Dove's sweet little throat, squeeze until she has trouble breathing. But I can't. Not yet.
Patience was never a virtue of mine, so it takes everything in my beat-up body to pull away from the window. As I start my walk back to the nearby motel where I'm renting a shitty room, I think about Dove. How she did this to herself, because she's the only person in my sad fucking life that ever loved me.
I remember her as a teenager, barely legal, so fucking stunning. I couldn't see it back then, too crazed by my obsession for June. But I see it now. I see her beautiful, tortured soul beneath the dark exterior she's built up for herself. I know she still loves me. That kind of obsession never goes away. I should fucking know.
Smiling to myself, I find myself wondering how soon I can twist her mind, how soon I can hold her throat in my clenched fingers again.
It's a funny thing, love. And there's such a thin line between love and obsession. A line I love skirting over, dancing on the edge, pushing myself and the object of my affection, holding her over the precipice of madness.
Falling in love means allowing your mind, your body and your soul to be consumed by the other person.
Unfortunately for Dove Canterbury, falling in love with me also meant signing her own death sentence.
READ MORE!January 2, 2021
New Dark Bully Romance Box Set!
I have a new book for you. It's in Kindle Unlimited, and if you choose to buy it, it's only $2.99 for 4 full-length novels! I hope you like bully romance...

From USA Today bestselling author Isabella Starling, the complete A Hurt So Sweet collection of four novels including a bonus Eden Falls story with your favorite bullies.
He'll make her kneel for him in front of the entire school...
Pandora Oakes is an outsider. Switched at birth and now bullied at her new school in Eden Falls, Pandora clearly doesn't belong in the rich, preppy town. Her family hates her and her fiancé Dexter Booth is a cruelly handsome monster.
Dexter is cruel because he can afford it, but also because he can't stand Pandora - the girl who ruined everything. Because of her, he's forced to keep dark secrets to protect the person he loves most. And that is not Pandora.
Just because they take out each other's darkest desires on one another doesn't mean Dexter gives a damn about the girl. And Pandora is just too much fun to tease. Especially when Dexter's best friends join in...
This is Pandora Oakes and Dexter Booth's complete story of over 700 pages. Available for a limited time. A Hurt So Sweet is a non RH, dark bully romance trilogy.
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A week after my arrival at Oakes Estate, I stand atop the cliffs the house is built on, admiring the silent threat of the ocean beneath me.
Every day since I’ve been here, I’ve wanted to run away.
My family is fucked up. My father is the puppet master, and the rest of us follow his orders blindly, too afraid to stand up for ourselves.
And I can’t get away. Not until I make some allies, some friends who I can trust.
The morning is cold, the wind kissing my flesh and making it erupt in goosebumps. I move closer to the edge to get a better look at the waves crashing against the rocky shore beneath me. In front of me, the sun is setting, tinting the sky in a shade of cotton candy pink.
The water beckons me. I want to feel the crash of waves pulling me under. I want my ears, my mouth and my lungs to fill with the bitter taste of saltwater. I want to swallow the pain away.
And yet I know I’m not brave enough to take that step, the one separating me from falling to my death and my miserable, sad excuse for a life.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Can’t I just have a moment to myself?” I cry out in frustration, my voice breaking over the words as I whip my body around to face the stranger.
Except he’s not a stranger at all. I’d recognize that face anywhere. After all, I’ve been staring at it every night before going to sleep.
He’s tall, dark and handsome. His ebony hair is longer on top and shorn close to the skin on the sides. His jaw is razor-sharp, and so are his cheekbones. He’s handsome in a way that’s almost offensive. The way no human should be. But something about his appearance says he isn’t a mere human. He’s like a god among these people.
A Firstborn.
I’ve been prepped and groomed for this very moment for years. A bitter realization hits me as his cruel eyes bore into mine. He must hate me as much as I hate him.
And in less than a year, we’ll be married.
“Dexter,” I breathe. “Dexter Booth.”
“The very one. And you must be Pandora.”
Time freezes as the name rings out between us. Nobody has called me by my real name in years. It was locked away with the rest of my past, never to be spoken of again.
“I was,” I admit. “But I’m not allowed to be Pandora Amberly anymore.”
He takes a step closer, a kind smile transforming his painfully beautiful face. “You’re Emilian Oakes’ Firstborn.”
“And you’re Scott Booth’s Firstborn,” I manage. “The only heir left to the Booth fortune.”
“Sounds like you read the manual alright,” he smirks. “I wanted to introduce myself.”
“You’re late,” I remind him. “The party started two hours ago. My father was looking for you.”
He grins, not responding as he takes a step closer. Thoughtfully, he wraps a strand of my dark brown hair framing my expertly painted face around his pointer finger. I inhale sharply. I’ve never been this close to a boy before.
But from this close, Dexter Booth is nothing like a boy.
He’s all man.
“Do you know what I am to you?” he asks. “What our relationship is?”
“You’re my…” I can’t force the word out of my mouth.
Finally, I spit it out, a shiver going down my spine as I do.
“My fiancé.”
“That’s right,” he smirks.
“Listen.” My voice is desperate, because I’m desperate. “You need to help me, Dexter.”
“Help you?” His eyebrows shoot up in amusement. “Why would I help someone I barely know?”
“Please.” I don’t care how frantic I sound. “My father, he’s… he’s fucking crazy. I need to get away. You need to help me get away.”
“Wait a second.” He glares at me. “So, you’re actually asking me to help you run off? Do you know what your father would do to you if you did that? What he’s capable of?”
“I do,” I grit out. “That’s why I need to go. Before he ruins me. Before he hurts more people.”
He turns more serious when I mention this. I’m surprised by it, never expecting him to actually give a shit about me, but the moment is over the next second, as if he’s realized he’s shown me his vulnerable side and decided to cover it up right away.
He runs his hand through his hair, asking, “Has he hit you?”
I shake my head, ready to speak up, but he holds a hand up.
“Has he beaten you, or hurt you?”
“No, but he made–”
“No,” he interrupts. “I can’t help you. I’m sorry.”
I stare at him in disbelief, spitting out the next words.
“What kind of man… what kind of monster refuses to help someone who’s in danger?”
“Your fiancé, dearest,” he replies with a smirk.
“You’re a fucking dick,” I growl. “I thought you were normal. Better than the rest of these people. But you’re just like them, aren’t you?”
He takes a step back, letting his hand fall away from my face. “It’s this town, toy. It fucks us all up.”
Toy?
“You’re actually refusing to help me?”
“I help those who matter.” He takes a step forward. “But you… you don’t matter to me yet, little toy.”
My brows furrow when he uses that nickname.
“Don’t call me that.”
“Why ever not?” he mocks. “That’s what I call all the little sluts that get my dick eventually.”
I huff with anger at his crudeness, my first impression of him shattered by his dirty language.
“Even her?” I can’t help but ask. “Even the girl before me?”
His gaze darkens. “I would never call her a toy. That’s all you are to me. She was special. You’re… nothing.”
“I’d rather be nothing than be special to you.”
My voice is bitter, and I hate myself for the pang of pain his words send through me. I’m immediately defensive, eager to hold my head high in front of this boy I’m supposed to obey for the rest of my life.
I step away from the edge of the cliff, separated from him by only a foot or two.
“In case you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m Lily Anna Oakes now. The real Lily Anna Oakes.”
“You’ll never be Lily Anna Oakes,” he reminds me, stabbing another knife into my chest, then twisting, hard. “I don’t give a shit if you’re their blood. You’ll never replace her. You’ll never be anything like her.”
“Wow, someone sounds hung up,” I snicker in response.
But I can tell he’s haunted by the past. The death of Lily Anna has scarred him. It’s plainly visible, in the way his jaw has tightened, in the tug of his lips, the flash of anger in his eyes. We switched from being cordial to insulting one another way too fast, and I hate the way my heart’s pounding because of it. I fight against my own quickened heartbeat, focusing on his sharp jaw and watching the way it sets firmly in place as he regards me with distaste.
“I get that you’re distraught she died, but it’s not my fault she’s gone. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t want it. So maybe you should stop being a bad-mannered prick to your fiancée.”
“I don’t want to hear you speak of her ever again,” he snarls in my face.
I notice absentmindedly he looks almost more handsome when he’s this angry.
“I pity you for what you’re about to go through, toy. I pity you, because you’re going to be the laughingstock of Eden Falls. The bitch we take our frustrations out on. I’m going to make your life miserable. You thought people hated you? Just wait until you see how bad things get at school. Just wait until you’re the punching bag of every Firstborn in this town.”
His words make my eyes water, bringing out my bratty side, but my inner bitch settles down at the look of pure rage in his eyes.
“How can you be so cruel?” I ask him. “There are lives in danger. My father… he threatened my… my other family.”
“Lives that don’t matter to me,” he shrugs. “People I don’t give two shits about.”
“You’re a monster,” I whisper.
“That’s right.” He smirks. “Here’s your first lesson on this town, toy. Everyone looks out for themselves. And nobody actually gives a shit about you.”
His hand grabs the front of my pristine white dress, the one I’d found waiting on my bed that morning, a sign of my innocence.
His thumb and pointer finger locate my nipple under the lace bodice, and I gasp as he twists it with the intent to hurt me. I’m too shocked to move away. No one’s ever touched me there before. It’s not a welcome sensation, but his punishing grip sends waves of guilty pleasure through my body.
“This is how it’s going to be from now on,” he says smoothly. “You do as I say, and you don’t get hurt.”
He pinches me again and I gasp.
“You like this?” he mutters, and when the traitorous blush tints my cheeks a rosy pink, I know I’ve been caught.
He smirks, pleased by his new discovery, and intent on using it against me.
“Dirty fucking toy. You think your father’s the only one capable of hurting you?”
I don’t answer. The pressure on my nipple intensifies, making me mewl out in desperate pain as the boy tugs on my sensitive skin.
“Answer me.”
“You’re just a spoiled rich kid who thinks he can get away with anything,” I say, hoping to whatever god is listening that I’m right. “A rich kid who’s too afraid of my father to disobey him.”
The pressure of his fingers changes, and he smoothes down my dress, his palm coming to rest on my chest. Our eyes meet, and I find myself blushing again as he smirks in my face. Then, his hand shoves me back, hard.
A scream tears itself from my lips and I close my eyes, accepting the fall that never comes.
Instead, his fingers wrap around the fragile lace at my throat, holding me in place. I’m struggling. The only thing separating me from falling is his firm grip on my dress. But the lace isn’t strong enough to hold me. I hear the fabric of my designer dress slowly ripping and tearing, and I cry out in protest.
“Please, please don’t!” I cry out, realizing a moment too late what I’ve said. “You’re crazy!”
He holds me in place. I’m shaking all over. His fingers touch the inside of my thighs, gently stroking the skin there and making me gasp in a combination of fear and expectation.
“Girls are so easy,” he says, sounding bored. “Gone from wanting one thing to the other in a split second. You bore me. Your plain face. Your uncultured attitude. Your tits are a fucking saving grace. We’ll see if that slit between your legs can make up for your average looks.”
“No!” I struggle against him but freeze on the spot when the fabric rips further. “Stop it! Please, stop it! Let me go!”
But he ignores my pleas. The dark clouds above us crackle with thunder and lightning. He’s squeezing hard enough to leave bruises. I claw at his strong fingers. The places where they’re digging into my skin are already hurting.
He smirks at me, taking a step closer to the edge. He’s holding me right above the precipice now, and I pale as I realize I’m completely at his mercy. But I’m not going down without a fight.
“Don’t you dare hurt me,” I snarl. “I’ll tell my father.”
“You’ll tell your fucking father? He’s got nothing on me.” Dexter laughs out loud. “Why do you think he’s so eager for us to get married? For me to put a kid in your belly?”
“I… I…”
“You have no idea, do you?” He clicks his tongue. “Poor, stupid little toy.”
“Let me go. Please. I’ll be good. Just don’t hurt me.”
I half-scream as my feet struggle against the slippery ground. I’m going to fall soon.
“Please, I’ll do anything you want!”
“You know you can’t break a promise to your dearest fiancé, don’t you?” he says.
I nod helplessly, risking a look over my shoulder and paling when I see the distance from the top of the cliff to the rocks below from a new perspective. Fuck. If he lets me go, I’m as good as dead.
“I kn-know,” I stutter. “I’ll do everything you want. I swear. I swear I will.”
“For how long?” he demands.
“The w-whole school year, the first year of Prep.” My heel slips and I cry out. “Please! I swear! I promise! Please!”
He laughs in my face and pulls me back to safe land. He throws me down like a broken, worthless toy he’s gotten sick of, and watches me with a look of disgust on his classically handsome face. He buttons his expensive blazer and steps on my dress, dirtying up the white lace as he gives me one last disgusted glance.
He hates me, but not as much as I hate him.
Yet my core is vibrating with the need for him to touch me again. My body doesn’t seem to understand how much I despise the boy. He looks like he would detest spending more than another second with me, and as he watches me rasp on the ground, I’m convinced he’s going to spit on my trembling body.
“Pathetic,” he says instead. “Say thank you for my mercy, toy.”
I pick myself up on my elbows, my bottom lip jutting out and trembling in unspoken fear. My heart races at the nickname he used for me. I hate my body for betraying me.
“Fuck you,” I cry out.
“Oh, I will,” he grins. “Soon enough. Now obey. Or do you want this getting back to your father?”
I think about my possibilities. In the short time I’ve spent with my father since I came back from my stay at the boarding school, I’ve come to realize he’s as ruthless as he is cruel. There’s no doubt in my mind that I’d be punished if he finds out I defied Dexter. I don’t really have a choice here.
“Thanks,” I grind out.
“Say thank you properly, toy.”
“Thank you,” I snarl. “Thank you for your mercy.”
“Thank you for your mercy, Sir.”
“Sir?” I repeat the word.
He’s barely a year older. He’s not even twenty-one. But his twisted face tells me he’s not going to let me get away without saying it the way he wants to hear it.
“Thank you for your mercy, Sir.”
“See? You can be such a good little toy when you actually try to please me.” He kneels next to me, letting his fingers wander over my lips. “I’m going to have so much fun torturing you.”
Then he smirks, walking away from me and leaving me to tremble on the floor, my gown ruined, and my pussy wet as fuck.
“Oh.” He turns around, smirking at my trembling body on the ground. “I almost forgot. Welcome to Eden Falls, toy.”
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November 30, 2020
My Christmas book is OUT NOW!
My new release is out, $2.99 and in Kindle Unlimited! I would love to know your thoughts if you pick up Christmas Captive. It's gives me all the warm Christmas feels!
Keep reading for the blurb, links and excerpt!

GRAYSON
Money means power. Power means getting everything I want.
And I want Amicia. The unforgettable exotic dancer is offering herself for sale to make money.
I don't care how much I have to pay to own her.
All I care about is making her mine.
But Amicia has a dark secret... one that will destroy us both before we get our happy ending.
AMICIA
Grayson Kline is rich, handsome, and the city's most eligible bachelor.
He's also the man who just bought me. He owns me for twenty-four days.
On Christmas morning, I'll be free.
My only rule?
I can't fall for the billionaire who holds me captive...
Christmas Captive is a STANDALONE, holiday themed full-length romance novel from USA Today bestselling author Isabella Starling.






Sneak peek!
We met up in front of Le Cabaret once Capri’s shift ended. It felt strange seeing the place now that I didn’t work there anymore. I’d spent the rest of the evening wallowing the loss of a job I hadn’t even meant to stick with.
Capri rushed out of the building in her second-hand fur coat. As always, she looked fabulous and she pulled me in for a hug, kissing my cheek as she whispered, “Are you excited?”
“Not the word I’d use,” I muttered as she linked her arm with mine. “So, how reputable is this place?”
“I know a girl who’s done it before. She auctioned her first time trying… you know.” She winked at me, making me pale. “From behind? She got a hundred fifty grand from it.”
“That’s horrible,” I muttered. “And perverted.”
“Then why are you doing it?” Capri questioned me.
“Because I need the money.”
“Don’t we all.”
We made our way to the auction house which was in the Notting Hill area. The house was a historical building, and we were patted down before being allowed to enter. Once in there, our names were written down and we were ushered into a large communal shower and ordered to strip naked.
I felt humiliated, but there was nothing to be done. I had to go through with it, and it wasn’t as if I hadn’t been naked around other people before.
Capri and I scrubbed down before we were shown to the waxing room. The name alone made me wince, but it was nothing compared to the rough hands of the Russian women who waxed us bare, as rough as if they had a personal vendetta against us. Then, we were rubbed down with oil, our hair styled, and our makeup done.
Finally, a bored-looking man presented us with a contract each, the papers a mile long. I gave Capri a worried look, but the blonde had already scribbled her signature.
“Capri!”
“What?” She rolled her eyes. “I’ve already made up my mind.”
I went through the pages painstakingly, obviously annoying the guy watching us until he was tapping his foot so loud, I just went to the last page, flushing as I wrote down my name on the dotted line.
“Good,” he said, snatching the papers away from me. “About damn time. Now get in line. You’ll be up soon.”
I was too shocked to reply, and Capri and I were ushered to a line of girls waiting in the backstage. We’d been dressed in pink silk robes and nothing else, with a pair of heels on our feet. Capri looked beautiful, and from the jealous looks of the other girls, I assumed I looked good as well.
"Amicia Romano, you're up next."
My knees nearly gave out as I stood up. I tried to find Capri behind me, but it was too late. Someone shoved me from behind, and I stumbled onto the stage, shattering the first impression I'd wanted to make. Snickers and chuckling followed me as I made my way to the front of the stage, my cheeks burning brighter than any Christmas tree.
"She's twenty-two years old," the auctioneer read off his notepad, raising his brows at the lack of information on it as I took in the room before me. It was like a theater, with about sixty people watching me move on the stage. "No college degree, just a high school diploma. Well, how disappointing." He took a long, leering look at me, adding, "Though her looks almost make up for it, don't you think?"
I glared at him, but he paid it no mind, ordering me to strip on the stage. Though I'd known it was coming, my cheeks were alight with embarrassment as I pulled the belt off my silky pink robe. The crowd stared, the bright lights above me blinding as I slowly slid the robe over my shoulders.
This is what I was good at—it's why I'd wanted to be a dancer my entire life. I had the presence, the mysterious je-ne-sais-quoi so many others were missing. And I believed in myself passionately, despite the entire world attempting to convince me that I wasn't good enough.
It was why I was standing on that stage, after all. To be sold to the highest bidder. To receive money in exchange for my body. It would make all my dreams come true.
My body swayed to the sound of music only I could hear. Through the bright stage lights, my gaze flitted from one person in the audience to the next, trying to find a face to settle on. They were all men—older, suited-up men with unforgiving faces and hungry eyes devouring my now naked body. My hands slid down the generous curve of my waist, fingertips gliding over silky soft skin. Just then, my eyes zeroed in on a man in the third row, wearing a grey pinstripe suit with a black shirt and a black tie underneath.
His dark gaze was enough to make me stop for a single second, frozen by the weight of his stare. He was handsome in a cruel way, all sharp lines and the dark shadow of stubble that never quite went away. Dark salt-and-pepper streaked hair was slicked back, shaved closely on the sides and longer on top. He was devilishly handsome. And he screamed danger.
The robe fell to my feet as the audience watched, mesmerized. I danced for the man watching me and no one else. My body twisted and turned for him, my eyes glued to his as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat.
He raised his paddle.
Every person's head snapped toward him.
"A hundred thousand," he said in a deep, gravelly voice.
"A hundred thousand!" the auctioneer repeated. "Do we have a higher bid?"
"Hundred fifty!" someone yelled from the crowd as I stood shivering in front of them. I was eager to cover up, my hands trembling, needing to retain some dignity. But I forced myself to keep my hands crossed at the wrists behind my back.
"Two hundred thousand." The handsome man was still staring at me, his eyes devouring my body.
"Three hundred," came the bid from a third man.
"Five hundred thousand."
The crowd gasped at the amount of money, but the stranger I'd fixated on wore a cool, unforgiving smile. He was in this to win it, and something told me he wasn't used to losing.
The bids kept coming. Finally, there were two men left bidding for me, the numbers getting closer and closer to one million dollars. I would get ten percent of that money. It was shocking how little they were willing to let me have, but to me, that amount of money was life changing.
"Seven hundred fifty thousand pounds."
The crowd wasn't even muttering anymore, they were whooping, cheering the handsome man on. The other man, an older guy in his fifties with a head of thick silver hair, grimaced and shook his head.
"Seven hundred fifty going once," the auctioneer spoke up. "Seven fifty going twice. Sold, to the highest bidder!"
My legs nearly gave out as I picked my robe off the floor. With my cheeks burning, I didn't dare look at the man who'd just spent a fortune for a single night with me. I wondered whether he knew the small amount of money I'd receive from the sale. I wondered whether he cared.
I slid the robe back on my shoulders and made my way into the backstage, where the next girl was already being prepped. I was in a daze, barely aware of my surroundings as I was escorted to the changing room. Before the auction began, they told us we'd be allowed an hour to prepare for our night with the highest bidder, but now, a rattled woman with a clipboard in her hands ran toward me, knitting her brows together.
"We need you in front of the building now," she barked at me.
"What? I was told I'd have an hour to get ready."
She fixed her headset and shook her head. "Mr. Kline wants you right now. There's no time for that. Tie up your robe and follow me."
With shaky hands, I redid the bow at my hip, covering up my body with the pink silk as I followed the woman outside. It was December first, and as I stepped into the chilly winter night, I trembled from the cool air and the hint of snow in the icy air.
A limousine was waiting in front of the building, and the woman wielding the clipboard ran toward it now, clicking her high heels. I followed behind, struggling in the ten-inch stilettos I'd been told to wear for the auction. My heart was pounding as I stumbled, the woman waving me over impatiently. "Come on now, hurry! No dillydallying."
I managed to make it to the car, my heels slipping on the ice-covered road.
"Wish me luck," I muttered to the woman. In response, she merely gave me a you-do-not-amuse-me look, opened the door, and ushered me into the dark interior of the black limousine.
I got into the car, and the moment I sat down, the vehicle pulled away from the curb, making my heart race in expectation. The interior was all smooth, buttery black leather and tinted windows. I fumbled around for the seatbelt when the dark voice I'd remembered from the auction spoke up.
"Leave it."
I looked around, finally spotting a dark shape materializing in the seat opposite mine. We were separated by three feet of space, yet his presence still made me feel a chill right down to my bones.
"But, it's safer to... I just wanted—"
"Leave it," he repeated, firmer this time. "Quintus is a driver with decades of experience. We won't be in danger with him."
I nodded weakly before placing my hands in my lap, staring at the spot where the voice was coming from. He was still hidden in the shadows, but as we pulled out of the parking house attached to the auction building, his handsome profile came into view, rendering me speechless.
He was handsome. Dangerously handsome.
He didn't look at me, instead focusing his gaze on the cityscape of London as we drove away from it. I couldn’t take my eyes off him, though. I was mesmerized.
“Why did you want me to come with you right away?” I demanded.
“I saw you,” he answered simply. “I didn’t want to wait.”
“Are you…” I bit my lower lip. So many questions were on the tip of my tongue, yet I was too nervous to ask.
“Go ahead,” he encouraged me with a sly smirk.
“Are you going to hurt me?” I blurted out.
He pondered my question for a moment, before nodding once, saying, “Yes. But you’ll be rewarded handsomely for it.”
“The payment I’m getting is meager compared to what you paid,” I muttered.
“I’m not talking about that.” His voice was sexy, dark and dangerous. And it was doing things to my insides I didn’t want to admit.
“What then?”
“I’m talking about another offer, from me to you, Kitty.”
My skin prickled when he used my nickname for Le Cabaret. “Do we know each other?”
“We will soon,” he answered cryptically.
I reached over to the car door and opened it. He called out my nickname and lunged for me, dragging me back into the vehicle and slamming the door shut. My heart beat faster than ever as he held me in his arms.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” I hissed.
“Saving you from your own stupidity,” he scoffed, letting go of me. I retreated to my seat, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. He buckled me in himself then, careful not to touch me as he slid the seatbelt over my body.
For the next few minutes, he allowed me to stare sullenly out of the window. I had so many more questions. I needed to know what he’d meant by the offer he mentioned.
"What is your offer?" My voice was shaky as I delivered the question.
"I knew you’d ask soon enough. Well, Kitty, I'm not an evil man," Grayson told me, a wicked smirk taking over his handsome face. "I am a cruel one. I am offering you half of the money I paid for you today.”
"Three hundred and seventy-five thousand?" I tried not to show my own shock as he nodded.
"That's right."
"What do I have to do for it?" Couture House was only paying me seventy-five thousand quid. It was breadcrumbs compared to the money this man was putting on the table.
"I don't want one night with you, Amicia." He reached forward, his fingers taking my chin and making me look up at him. My breath catches in my throat, waiting for his next words. "I want twenty-four of them."
"What d-do you mean?" I hadn't meant to stutter, but I was feeling weak in his presence.
"I want you to be my willing captive for twenty-four days, and twenty-four nights. You'll begin today, December first. By Christmas morning, you'll be free."
"And until then?"
"Until then..." His fingers moved down my neck, wrapping around my throat with firm pressure. "You do everything I tell you to do. You don't leave, not once, or you renounce your right to the money. You are mine. For twenty-four days."
I gasped as his fingers squeezed, making my mouth open and my eyes flutter as I stared up at him.
"So, what do you say, Kitty?" His voice was silky smooth and delicious like aged bourbon. "Will you be my Christmas captive?"
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November 7, 2020
My October release + what's next?
I keep forgetting I have a website. I'm useless!
Today I wanted to catch you up on my October release as well as my TWO new books that are coming in November 2020.
In October, I released a massive 100,000-word book (my longest ever) called Tyrant Twins. It's a dark romance about twins who want the same woman... This is a love triangle, not a menage romance. I loved writing this book so much!
Keep reading for the blurb, links and excerpt!

KADE
I'm in love with my stepsister. Unfortunately for me, so is my twin brother.
But I'm not letting him have her. June is mine. MINE.
And I'm going to own her, even if it means hurting the one I love most - my other half.
JUNE
My stepbrothers and I have been torn apart because of the inheritance our parents left us.
I didn't ask for the money, but it's mine now. And they both hate me because of it.
But I've loved one of them in secret for years...
PARKER
I'm the bad seed. The black sheep. And I'm sick of being looked down on.
One way or another, I always get what I want. And what I want is my sweet, angelic stepsister.
Tyrant Twins is a full-length, STANDALONE dark romance novel from USA Today and Amazon bestselling author Isabella Starling. This is NOT a menage romance.

“Fuck, June!” I curse and run my hands through my hair. "Are you fucking kidding me?"
She’s confused, her naked body enticing me as she steps closer, hands exploring my body. I grab her by the wrists, turning to her with a snarl. She can't touch me, and I sure as fuck shouldn't be touching her. This is fucked up on a different level. We can't go through with it.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, pouting. “I… I thought maybe you would like it. That I saved myself for you.”
“Like it?” I ask her, gripping her shoulders, focusing my eyes on hers because otherwise, I don't fucking trust myself. “I want you, June. I want you so bad… Do you think you’ll stay with the same person who is your first fuck? Seriously, do you?”
I’m realizing now what she said could be true. She is twenty-one. She didn’t have a boyfriend when we were still a family. She could be a virgin. June flinches at my words, but I’m not about to stop. I need to convince her just how bad of an idea this is.
“You won’t stay with him, Junebug,” I tell her, softer this time. “You just won’t.”
She looks me dead in the eyes, her mouth pouting. “I do what I want,” she says sternly, and suddenly, her hands have found my jeans, pulling down the zipper. “Haven’t you figured that out yet, Kade? I always get what I want.”
Her voice is sweet as sugar as her hand pushes down my boxers and pulls out my hard cock. I groan and close my eyes as she gasps with surprise, barely able to circle her fingers around the thick head.
“Don’t, June,” I beg her because I don’t trust myself around her, not now, not ever. But she doesn’t listen. Instead, she kisses me roughly, her finger circling the tip of my cock while I fight all my inner demons. I try so hard to resist my fingernails dig into my palms, leaving painful, bloody crescent moons behind. But when her tongue meets mine, and her fingers grow wet with my pre-cum, I know I’ll lose this battle eventually.
“Fuck,” I moan, my hands shaking as I bury them in my hair, pleading with my eyes to make her stop. June doesn’t listen. She slides down until she’s on her knees, and she pulls my jeans and boxers down. My cock springs up to her mouth as though I’ve been waiting for her to lick it all my life. She’s taking her time, and it’s killing me, but if this is dying, I want her to do it every second of every day. She gently takes the base of my cock in one hand, her mouth slipping over the tip as I groan loudly.
Her tongue flicks against the tip, teasing me relentlessly. Just when I’m about to demand more, she leans closer to take me in her mouth so slowly it’s killing me. With each extra inch in her mouth, my resolve weakens. She chokes a little, and I whisper for her to stop, but she is even more determined. She keeps going, leaning forward until I’ve filled up every empty inch of her mouth.
“Fuck, Junebug,” I groan, and my hands find her head. I wrap them in her hair and push her forward as gently as I can when all I want is to come down her throat. But I force myself to be the nice guy. That's what she needs right now. She moans softly against me, and then she moves her tongue against the base of my cock up, up, up. I curse loudly and bite my bottom lip as she moves away, focusing on licking the wet tip of my cock.
“See?” she asks. "Getting what I want again..."

Since you loved Tyrant Twins so much, I decided to write Parker's story next! Keep reading for his blurb, cover and excerpt.

NOX
She escaped me once, but she won't be that lucky this time.
My little bird looks even prettier with the scar I carved into her cheek.
I watch her... I follow her... I wait for the right moment to take what's mine.
I ruined her life once, and now it's time to clip her wings and cage her.
DOVE
Eight years ago, a sicko ruined my life.
He cut me open and made me bleed, and I hid the truth to protect him.
Now, a scar marks me as damaged goods. That's why I stay in the shadows. I trust them.
Until they start talking back... And the man who took my innocence comes back to stalk me.
Sicko Stalker is a full-length, STANDALONE dark romance novel from USA Today and Amazon bestselling author Isabella Starling.

I want to touch myself.
The desire to do that has been missing from my life for a long time. Being raised fairly traditionally, I could never get past the guilt that surrounded pleasuring my own body. And yet as I lie in bed this morning, I find myself yearning for pleasure only I can give myself.
Tentatively, my fingers find their way between my thighs, brushing against my overheated center. My teeth dig into my bottom lip. It's been a long time since I've had an orgasm, and the urge to bring myself closer and closer is overwhelming. Closing my eyes tightly so I can pretend it's someone else doing this to me, I start massaging my clit and getting myself to the edge.
But just like every other time I've done this, the same thing happens. Parker appears in my mind, his darkly handsome face twisted into a painful grimace. I can't help it. My obsession with the fucker is unrelenting, even eight years after he carved my face. I wish I wasn't so obsessed with the man who ruined my life. But the fact that his body was never found makes me think he's still around somewhere. Watching me. I can't get rid of the feeling, and it only makes me more excited as I breathe out a moan, my fingers trembling over my exposed wetness.
I'm getting closer, my fingers working more frantically as I try to get the image of that bastard out of my head. But nothing is helping. Parker Miller is firmly lodged in my brain, refusing to leave.
I'm so close now I can taste the orgasm on the tip of my tongue. With a moan, I plunge two fingers inside myself, working my dripping pussy to an orgasm that escapes me if I don't think about him. I try to trick myself, force the image of Raphael into my mind, but it doesn't work.
My body doesn't want Raphael, it wants Parker.

Don't forget to review Tyrant Twins if you read it! It's the best way to help authors you love.
Until next time my darlings,

February 8, 2020
Surprise NEW RELEASE! Devil's Captive is LIVE!
A couple of months (maybe even a year ago?!) my friend Kelli and I decided to write a sexy, filthy series following a man nicknamed the Devil... Now we're finally releasing it!
I've been keeping quiet about this series, but it's one of my favorites I've written. I joined forces with my author bud Kelli Callahan, who writes similar stuff as I do, so I just know you're going to love this introduction to Devlin and Violet's series.
Keep reading for the blurb, links and giveaway darlings!

Bestselling authors Kelli Callahan and Isabella Starling present a new, sinfully dark romance series following the glamorous, filthy lives of the elite.
There's a reason they call Devlin Windsor the Devil.
He swore he’d own me, and when my family falls on hard times, one of his signature black envelopes arrives on my doorstep.
The handsome, cruel, twisted Devil, who broke my heart years ago, is back.
If I want to save my family, I have to sign my name on the dotted line…
I don’t have a choice.
I'm his captive now.
His prisoner.
His property.
Devlin's going to do whatever he wants to me.
And even though I'll deny it until my last breath... I can't wait for him to claim me.
Devil's Captive is the first book following Devlin Windsor and Violet Cabot.
Their story continues in Devil's Toy.

Don't forget to review the book if you read it! It's the best way to help authors you love.
Until next time my darlings,

February 6, 2020
February's first freebie is PEEP SHOW + Giveaway
I told you last week about a new thing I'm doing this month. Some of you have already noticed Peep Show is FREE this weekend, and here is the official giveaway to go with it!


Giveaway instructions!
Step 1 ➡️ grab your FREE ebook copy of Peep Show: ,https://amzn.to/2RSlK33
Step 2 ➡️ comment on this blog post telling me you want the book!
Step 3 (optional) ➡️ share this post on social media and tag me in it!
The other giveaway is in my, reader group!I will announce the winner in my next FREEBIE FRIDAY post!


BLURB!
Voyeur, noun
A person who gains pleasure from watching others naked.
He lives across the street from me. My window looks straight into his bedroom.
At first, I try to look away. But after I see him f*cking, I'm addicted.
The way he does it is primal.
Animalistic.
He gives in to his instincts.
He's a ripped, tall, strong and dominant monster... And I want him.
I can't look away.
He's going to give me something worth watching.
But I don't know if I can leave it at that.
I think soon, I'm going to want the tattooed, dark, muscular stranger all for myself...
USA Today bestselling author Isabella Starling presents a new dark contemporary standalone romance.
Don't forget to check back next Friday for another free ebook AND another signed paperback giveaway. I'm so excited to spoil you this month!
Until next time my darlings,

February 2, 2020
February 2020 news & January 2020 wrap- up
Unfortunately we didn't have a new release in January... but I will do my best to fix that this month! I have a couple of things I'm working on besides Cheater! and I'm hoping to treat you to a new read in February. Let's keep it a surprise for now...
Another update: I've added all my books under all my pen names to my Isabella Starling Amazon profile! Make sure to check them out - I know a lot of you haven't read my Fawn and Betti stuff, and I don't want you to miss out. I'd recommend starting with Blood Red Rose if you enjoy dark BDSM romance, or if you like dark bully, pick up A Hurt So Sweet!

I'm starting a really exciting new thing in February! Every weekend we're going to have a different freebie. We're kicking things off this Friday, and I'm setting the books free from Thursday through to Sunday so you have the whole weekend to pick them up. I can't WAIT for you to see the first freebie! It's one of my FAVORITE books I've written, ever.
All of the freebies will be accompanied by a blog post here on the website + a signed paperback giveaway of the book that you'll be able to grab for free in ebook format, so make sure you check back to the blog this Friday for your chance to win some goodies! AND my Cheater! cover reveal giveaway is still open too, if you haven't entered yet.
Audiobooks & translations
I often get questions about my books in audiobook format as well as foreign translations.9 of my books are currently on audio (Pet, Peep Show, Teach Me Daddy, and Fawn's Gilded Cage series, with the last book of Rose & Thorn releasing soon). Betti's Lords of Wildwood series will also be coming to audio!



As for translations, His Brat and His Doll have already been released in Italian, and I'm currently in talks for a Hungarian translation of Confess! EEEEK! ❤️️ Pet is also available in French!



Cheater! is coming in April!
I hope you're as excited as I am for this forbidden, sexy erotic romance. Blogger sign-ups are not open for this title and ARCs will also be available. You can sign up with Give Me Books PR here. Reader ARCs will be available through Booksprout - make sure to follow me! You can also add the book to your TBR here.

January wrap-up e today, but please check back on Friday for that giveaway I mentioned. I will also have some release news soon - I hope you're excited!
Thank you so much for checking out my website! If you're a blogger or bookstagrammer, make sure to join my team by filling out the form here! I would love to work with you and you could receive ARCs of all my upcoming releases!
Until next time my darlings,

January 18, 2020
CHEATER! Cover reveal Giveaway
Oh my gosh! I'm so excited for the launch of my new website and this amazing, gorgeous cover reveal I have for you today. Now if you're just a little bit sneaky, you've probably seen this cover before. I wanted to write Cheater! months and months ago, but I needed to think about Finn's story for a while because I REALLY want to do this one justice!
So, about Cheater!... this is a truly unapologetic book about a character that's been nagging me to finally write his story! Finn Donovan is unlike any hero you've ever met before, likely because he isn't a hero. At all. In fact he might just be the devil! Someone needs to call Father Amadeo!!
This book is a COMPLETE STANDALONE, features characters you've never met before, and checks off my 3 favorite things: it's forbidden, it's edgy and it's sexy AF! This is a MF romance which obviously features cheating. It is a long novel for me (between Pet and Peep Show) and it's truly something I've wanted to write about for years!
CHEATER! is sexy, dangerous, forbidden, taboo, edgy and dark! It has trigger warnings - obviously - so steer clear if this topic is a limit for you.
I honestly cannot wait for you to read Eliette and Finn's story. And something else super cool - Eliette is actually the name of one of my beautiful readers! I picked her out of my Facebook group , so make sure to join us there for similar cool opportunities.
There's a fun GIVEAWAY at the bottom of this post to celebrate this cover reveal. Make sure to enter!

by Isabella Starling
EROTIC ROMANCE
Publishing: April 6th, 2020

I'm going to break all my rules for her.
Finn Donovan. Filthy rich, ridiculously handsome, happily married.
Until her.
My favorite adult movie star lives in my building, and the thought hasn't left my mind since I found out.
When she walks into the elevator before me, I lie to her. I tell her I'm just visiting. The moment those doors close, I know I'm going to do it.
I'm going to cheat on my loving, beautiful and caring wife. I'm going to break every single rule in the playbook for her - Eliette.
I've spent a lifetime fighting it. But it's time to admit I'm not a hero. I'm a villain. And I'm going to cheat again.
Cheater! is a full-length erotic romance novel from USA Today bestselling author Isabella Starling.
Some teasers:



Here's a fun giveaway to celebrate Cheater!'s upcoming release! One winner, two signed books. All options are optional, and my giveaways are always international.
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Thank you so much for dropping by my website! I'm so excited to post more here. If you're a blogger or bookstagrammer and want to join my team, make sure to click on 'Isabella's Bloggers' and leave your information to be eligible for ARCs!
Until next time,

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