Born to Die Series by Candace Wondrak

You might think a city without its Bloody Princess would be boring... but then you'd be wrong. I'm the queen, after all. I rule the DeLuca empire in Bianca's stead, and it's so much more fun than I thought it would be. People fear me because I killed their Bloody Princess, and they tremble in their boots when I don my mask. I don't even need my dangerously sexy men behind me to make an impression.But, you know, they're still nice to have.I'm the Night Slayer. I can take care of myself... moreYou might think a city without its Bloody Princess would be boring... but then you'd be wrong. I'm the queen, after all. I rule the DeLuca empire in Bianca's stead, and it's so much more fun than I thought it would be. People fear me because I killed their Bloody Princess, and they tremble in their boots when I don my mask. I don't even need my dangerously sexy men behind me to make an impression.But, you know, they're still nice to have.I'm the Night Slayer. I can take care of myself. I didn't grow helpless. Something like that just doesn't go away; it runs deep in my blood and my wicked, vengeful heart.Things are going good... until bodies start appearing. The kicker? They're all girls, and their bodies turn up with their faces mutilated.This ain't gonna fly in my city, b*tches. Whoever's doing it? I got one message for you:One, two,the Night Slayer's coming for you.*Wicked Heart is the first book in an all new trilogy featuring Lola Harding and her guys. It is best to read the A Death so Sweet series first. This is a darker romance, so if you can't handle darker topics, steer clear of this series.* less

It’s official. The city’s got a new serial killer, and the b*tch is taunting me.He’s killing women, tearing them up, mutilating their faces, and leaving them for me. He knows what I do. He has to. He doesn’t hate me because I’m the Bloody Queen.He hates me because I’m the Night Slayer, because I take out the men this world doesn’t need.The thing is… I’m starting to suspect he’s one of us, someone who knows our inner workings... moreIt’s official. The city’s got a new serial killer, and the b*tch is taunting me.He’s killing women, tearing them up, mutilating their faces, and leaving them for me. He knows what I do. He has to. He doesn’t hate me because I’m the Bloody Queen.He hates me because I’m the Night Slayer, because I take out the men this world doesn’t need.The thing is… I’m starting to suspect he’s one of us, someone who knows our inner workings. Me being a serial killer ain’t common knowledge, and if there’s one thing I know, it’s a spiteful heart. He’s killing girls to get back at me.Sylvester, Maddox, and Viper are my rocks. My sexy mafia men who’d do anything to keep me safe, even if it means lying to me. But I’m no damsel in distress, and I don’t deal with liars. They better shape up if they want to stay on my good side.I got a serial killer to catch, and I’m gonna do it whether I have their help or not.One, two,you better believe the Night Slayer’s coming for you.Three, four,by the time I’m done, you won’t be begging for more.*Spiteful Heart is the second book in the Born to Die trilogy, and thus includes darker themes. Expect swearing, violence, and steamy scenes. This is a why choose romance, meaning our leading lady won't choose between her love interests in the end.* less

Just when you think things will settle down and you can finally relax with your three deliciously sinful boyfriends… life proves you wrong. I thought I saved the day. I thought the big bad was defeated. I was wrong. The big bad wasn’t really the big bad—someone was helping the serial killer from day one, pushing him after me while he sat back and watched.He calls himself the prophet, but I call him mad. He sends out broadcasts to entice others just like him to join his little gang... moreJust when you think things will settle down and you can finally relax with your three deliciously sinful boyfriends… life proves you wrong. I thought I saved the day. I thought the big bad was defeated. I was wrong. The big bad wasn’t really the big bad—someone was helping the serial killer from day one, pushing him after me while he sat back and watched.He calls himself the prophet, but I call him mad. He sends out broadcasts to entice others just like him to join his little gang.He wants to retake the city from us—from the Lucianos, from Newton, and all the men like him. And from me.But we’re not going to let that happen.It’s war now, and after nearly dying the last time, I won’t sit back and wait until he comes for me. No. I’m gonna meet that b*tch head-on and show him just how vicious my heart can really be.I caught myself a serial killer, and now I’m gonna catch myself a Mad Prophet.One, two, I’m coming for you. Three, four, you’ll never say a word more. Five, six… Ah, f*ck it. Nothing rhymes with six. less