Timeless Love Series by Charlene Namdhari

When my mother prostituted me to the Winthrop brotherhood, I wasn’t expecting my party of one to be anything but old. Dark hair, green eyes, and an arrogant smirk for miles, the mysterious man was chiseled perfection from that clenched jaw down to his Tom Ford lace-ups. An hour with him was, let’s just say the cream on his thirty-five-year birthday cake wasn’t the only thing he was licking. A dream come true for any seventeen-year-old and one I'd never see again... moreWhen my mother prostituted me to the Winthrop brotherhood, I wasn’t expecting my party of one to be anything but old. Dark hair, green eyes, and an arrogant smirk for miles, the mysterious man was chiseled perfection from that clenched jaw down to his Tom Ford lace-ups. An hour with him was, let’s just say the cream on his thirty-five-year birthday cake wasn’t the only thing he was licking. A dream come true for any seventeen-year-old and one I'd never see again. That’s what I thought until a new teacher walked into the room at my school, a month later. My reaction: 'Holy shit. '. That’s until my father invited said teacher, apparently his old friend, to dinner. My reaction: 'God, help me. '. Because Saint Sinclair is still a mystery. This time, the forbidden kind I want to indulge in, no matter the repercussions. less

*Must be read after book #1**. *Please read the author's note and trigger warnings at the beginning of the book. *This is an extremely large age gap. 'The dexterous touch upon a hurting heart would heal a broken soul'. The first time my father took me to hell, I feared the dark. The next time, I left my soul there. Now, my scars run deeper than the ocean floor. Then…. Through the darkness, came light. Tall, enigmatic, older. Through the fear, came love. Seductive, soothing, sensual... more*Must be read after book #1**. *Please read the author's note and trigger warnings at the beginning of the book. *This is an extremely large age gap. 'The dexterous touch upon a hurting heart would heal a broken soul'. The first time my father took me to hell, I feared the dark. The next time, I left my soul there. Now, my scars run deeper than the ocean floor. Then…. Through the darkness, came light. Tall, enigmatic, older. Through the fear, came love. Seductive, soothing, sensual. Through the pain, came triumph. Redeeming, embracing, liberating. Xavier Sinclair stole the air to my lungs for just a moment before he gave me a lifetime to breathe "I won't ask for your trust, just your calm. Feel my heartbeat, love. Listen to my voice. ". less