He is the number one F1 driver. She is making her name in one of the most popular series in Hollywood ______________________________________________________ Lia Boselli and Luca Bianchi grew up together. When they were barely five, Lia's father, Raphael, gave them each a toy gun to shoot each other, but neither did. He said it was a lesson on loyalty- their first lesson into a world where loyalty is like a currency for survival. However, before they can take their place in this legacy, they both have dreams to fulfill, and their fathers are still running the show. *Join me in telling their story. I hope you'll love reading it as much as I will enjoy writing it. Please put it in your library, and remember to comment to let me know how you find it.* #Yoursseries Book One. *PS: Until further notice, updates will be Mondays.

Matthew Ocean has everything, but it wasn't always like that. He rose from the gutter to the boardroom with wit, hard work, and a little help from a few friends he met in a small catholic church led by a priest who believed in second chances and new beginnings. But Matthew is far from religious. He is powerful and as rich as Croesus, which doesn't stop him from acquiring more wealth by buying struggling companies and then selling them at an exorbitant price or adding them to his conglomerate. However, As wealthy as Matthew is, he has a guilty pleasure; he likes watching strippers dancing, especially when celebrating a takeover, which also calms him. In one of those moments, he meets Imani Stiles, a girl with a unique name and enough mystery for him to want to break the one promise he made her—never have her investigated.

Bruno Bianchi ran away from home when he was nine years old, changing his name from that of one of the cruelest Mafia dons to one he took from a boy who died on the streets the night of the day he ran away. Leaving was liberating, but he had also left Eleonora, his only childhood friend. Now more two decades later, she needs his help; he might be as ruthless as his kin, but he was fair, and if there is one woman Bruno liked more than anyone else in the world, it was her. He has no choice but to confront the past, and in so doing, he must face the very same people who'd pushed him out of his home.

Completed Romano Bellucci is rich, powerful, ruthless, and calm. He is renowned for his calm right until he tangles himself with Mia, the illegitimate daughter of one of the world's most dangerous men. She has never met or heard of a man until the night of her nineteenth birthday when she is kidnapped right out of her grandmother's dingy house in Kenya straight to the auction on the black market. Romano is no saint, but will he let this stunning girl on the verge of womanhood be hurled at the mercies of a group of men with no conscience? And will she trust him to save her? *********************************************************************************************** I felt him before I saw him. His scent seduced my senses before his touch did. He stood behind me, his hands stroking my arms and his breath on my face. "You looked beautiful on that runway. Red agrees with you," His whispers on my ear threw sensations through my whole body. I was trembling, conscious of every part of my body as he stood behind me, his presence heightening my pleasure. He was seducing me, and I knew it. His power surrounded me like a second skin. "You have to stop running from me; haven't you learned that by now?" He informed me in a deep drawl. That arrogance assurance caused me to turn around, coming face to face with him for the third time in my life. "Why can't I shake you?" "Because I'm unshakable," He drawled again.

'Tell me who hurt you?" It was a command. I could have been afraid and probably told the whole of my traumatic childhood but I shook my head. There was no way I was telling him my darkest secrets. "I will find out...I always find out cara" he mumbled. But I doubted even he could guess my father was responsible for my nightmares. He stared at me, and I stared right back at him. "You have freckles" I whispered lifting my right hand to touch his face. "Do I?" His voice was husky. He turned his face slightly towards my hand noting the taut set of his bold profile. His jaw was set granite-hard, but his eyes turned soft. He leaned closer hesitating for a second. I knew he was giving me a chance to avoid his kiss.