Black Resorts Series by Layla Frost

Where do I begin?Oh. Yeah.Once upon a time.Isn’t that how all good fairy tales start? And Maximo and I, we were definitely a fairy tale.Not the cleaned-up, sanitized ones where life’s problems were solved with a smile and a song. We were the old-school kind. The twisted tales packed with murder, violence, and tragic beginnings.Okay, so maybe we weren’t a traditional fairy tale. After all, Maximo was more villain than prince. He was scarily sexy. Devilishly charming... moreWhere do I begin?Oh. Yeah.Once upon a time.Isn’t that how all good fairy tales start? And Maximo and I, we were definitely a fairy tale.Not the cleaned-up, sanitized ones where life’s problems were solved with a smile and a song. We were the old-school kind. The twisted tales packed with murder, violence, and tragic beginnings.Okay, so maybe we weren’t a traditional fairy tale. After all, Maximo was more villain than prince. He was scarily sexy. Devilishly charming. Controlling, possessive, and dangerous.Especially when it came to me. His little dove.And heaven help anyone who tried to free me from my gilded cage.Warning: Recommended for readers 18+. This book features graphic language, sex, violence, and a Daddy obsessed with his little dove. If this doesn't sound like your kind of fairy tale, this may not be the book for you. less

An age-gap romance about finding acceptance, mutual obsession, and a behemoth with a giant… heart. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Mine was gold, diamond encrusted, and held in place by household staff. With a trust fund I’d never be able to blow through, I didn’t need to work a day in my life. I sure as hell didn’t need the kind of job I had.But I wasn’t in it for the money. It was for personal satisfaction. A love of a job well done... moreAn age-gap romance about finding acceptance, mutual obsession, and a behemoth with a giant… heart. I wasn’t born with a silver spoon in my mouth. Mine was gold, diamond encrusted, and held in place by household staff. With a trust fund I’d never be able to blow through, I didn’t need to work a day in my life. I sure as hell didn’t need the kind of job I had.But I wasn’t in it for the money. It was for personal satisfaction. A love of a job well done. What’s that saying about never working a day in your life if you love breaking fingers and burying bodies where they’ll never be found?I might be paraphrasing, but it was still the truth.My boss’ wife called me a goon—and she wasn’t wrong. As second-in-command, I did whatever needed to keep Black Resorts running smoothly. That often included the aforementioned violence since Vegas wasn’t short on people who deserved it.The rarity was those who deserved protection.Like Mila.Liar. Thief. And my little ray of pessimistic sunshine.Her spoon wasn’t silver. Hell, it wasn’t even a spoon. It was a plastic spork that she hustled and fought for, and she’d always done it alone.But that changed the second she nearly passed out in my arms.She called me a behemoth.I wanted her to call me Daddy. CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE. This story features a heroine in need of some TLC and a gooey cinna-Dom-roll Daddy who is up for the challenge. less

A why-choose romance and the final book in the Black Resorts series.A Cole, Marco, and Freddy trifecta of fun and intensity...What more do you need to know?