The Cross Series by M.H.B.

My name is Sage Cross. I've got it all-the beauty, the brains, the bank account. Women hate me. Men want my Louboutins around their necks. And I blame my father for everything. It's his fault I'm swarming through powerful men in suits while I'm stuck posing as a useless, jobless photo op. Until he sends the perfect weapon my way: Lincoln Black. Mark my words, I plan to use him. In more ways than one... moreMy name is Sage Cross. I've got it all-the beauty, the brains, the bank account. Women hate me. Men want my Louboutins around their necks. And I blame my father for everything. It's his fault I'm swarming through powerful men in suits while I'm stuck posing as a useless, jobless photo op. Until he sends the perfect weapon my way: Lincoln Black. Mark my words, I plan to use him. In more ways than one. What I don't expect coming my way is Jacob Storm, a beautiful, possessive, millionaire who sexed his way through Manhattan. I spread my legs. My black heart however remains on lockdown. You've been warned. ***Mature Audience less

My name is Sage Cross. I’ve got it all--the man, the money, the mastered dream. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. Jacob Storm--Manhattan’s well-known womanizer. It was worth it, though. The darkness. The trial. The scandals. The secrets. The world came at us. Against us. But I’ve worked too hard to lose it all. To get to where I always wanted to be... moreMy name is Sage Cross. I’ve got it all--the man, the money, the mastered dream. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him. Jacob Storm--Manhattan’s well-known womanizer. It was worth it, though. The darkness. The trial. The scandals. The secrets. The world came at us. Against us. But I’ve worked too hard to lose it all. To get to where I always wanted to be. Would our love unite us? Or would our empire crumble to the ground--two broken people who know nothing about love succumbing to its perfect poison--darkness. less

They say all men are monsters...Money means power and power gives your skeletons a taste for retributionThey came for meSuffocating me, dragging me to my knees Using my past and my future as a double weapon against me…I’m not a monster…Lily Carter envisioned a beautiful fairy taleBut perfect is an illusionAnd so, a veil of nightmares stood between us and our happy endingLeading the dormant beast inside my head to awaken after all But I will protect what’s mine…