T.L. Smith

Sailor My husband sold me. Not only did he sell me, but he told me he loved me while doing the deal. What lies he tells. Only fools believe him. Unfortunately, one of those fools was… .. me. Keir Not in the habit of buying women. I didn’t need to. I was a king of my realm, the devil you whispered about in your sleep. So when his debt fell due, he sold me his wife. And I was happy because I wanted to play with her like any fool would. And play with her, I did. Pity, in the end, I would have to kill her. *Mafia Romance*

Chained Hands

One month, I fell for him. Two, I was a goner. Three, I was a daydreamer. But by the fourth, it was a nightmare. Everything came in beats. Beat one—fantasy. Beat two—admission. Beat three—love. But it’s the fourth beat that completely ruined me. Beat. Beat. Beat. With a shattered heart. He was my nightmare.

Love Drunk

She was a ghost, in heels. She was there, then she wasn’t. She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar. Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her. Maybe she wasn’t a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was near. Her lips were shaped like a heart, deceiving you at every word. Her body was created straight from my fantasies, one I craved to bend to my will. Her heart, well, who the hell knew. She kept that shit locked tight. And I couldn’t find the key.

Distrust

"Enemies to Lovers and a revenge so sweet you can't turn away." Emily Goodwin, New York Times Best Selling Author. Vengeance will be beautiful. Vengeance has a name, and her name is mine. My role is to take action against the darkest men I've ever come across. To kill them one at a time. Until my list is complete. And in doing so, I'm going to use my most powerful weapon--my body. They ruined my life, and now it's my turn to destroy theirs. Even if it means a death sentence for me, each drop of blood will be deserving. Each kill will be worthy of the price I may need to pay. My name is Isadora, and my target is the Moretti Mafia. All new standalone from USA Today Best Selling Author T.L Smith.

Playette

I forgave him for the lies he told. And I forgave him for breaking my body with his touch. But I couldn’t forgive myself for staying. Until I met you… my antidote. I knew I couldn’t keep forgiving him, when I could be safe in your arms. With your touch, there were no tears. With your kisses, I could finally breathe. You might be the villain in everyone’s story... But not mine.

My Beautiful Poison

Our story didn’t exist, it was broken before it began. Kisses were covered with lies. Lies were covered with kisses. Hate turned into lust. And lust turned into fantasy. That’s what we were, a fantasy. Nothing more, nothing less. Now it’s time to move on. But how can you when your heart wants to say stuck in the fantasy? When even through all the lies and kisses, you still have lust.

Heartbreak You

He’s an ex-convict. I am the prized daughter of a family known for their name. We always knew it couldn’t work, but that didn’t mean we wouldn’t try. But when we did, it was all torn apart. He was locked away. And I was helpless to stop the mass destruction that followed. He was wicked to my heart. And just like poison, the effects can be dangerous.

My Wicked Heart

We met for the first time in high school. As adults, we married. But it was all fake. The wedding, us, what he did for a job. None of it was real. Except it was. They say he’s nothing but Mayhem, yet when he’s with me, he’s my salvation. Everything I need and more. The problem is… He has a fascination for blood. I can’t handle it, in more ways than one. He has a fascination for me. I hate it, even though I can’t stop thinking about him either. Some people should not be together, and that’s us; we could never work. But letting go is impossible when my serial killer of a husband is determined to prove me wrong. Moments of Mayhem can be read as a complete standalone or third in the series of the Hunter brothers.

Moments of Mayhem

Our love wasn’t enough. He had demons. I had hopes. Together we were never meant to be. That didn’t stop us, though. Even when it should have. Even when I saw those demons loud and clear. I should have stayed away. Should have never looked back. But love, it’s a fickle thing. And sometimes… You need to embrace the darkness. Or let it destroy you. I was drunk once. Now, I’m sober.

Hate Sober

I met the devil in broad daylight. He was cold, dangerous, and nothing I knew I wanted. I should’ve known better. But I couldn't stay away from everything I never thought I’d need. So we made a deal—just our bodies. But the lines blurred without warning, and I soon found myself making another deal. I made the mistake of asking for forever, never knowing just how much the cold could burn. Now, I’m afraid that lies dressed as kisses are all we’ll ever have.

Kisses and Lies

Cunning, lethal, and resilient were just a few words men have used to describe Anya Ivanov. While others would use words that are far worse. The head of questionable auctions just so happens to have the eye of a very ruthless businessman, River Bently.

River knew the moment he saw her, she was his. And he was more than patient to give her time to realize he was not going anywhere. Even if he was imposing on her territory, he was there to stay.

The only way to spend time with Anya is if you have the money to pay for her company.

He very much could.

He would pay her every last drop she demanded to be in the same room as the woman they are all afraid of. He does not see a woman who could cut him down to his knees. No, he sees a woman who he would gladly get on his knees for.

Enemies to lovers dark romance

Cunning Vows 

What if I was to tell you, you’re all evil? In some shape or form, you are. What If I was to tell you, I was the worst kind of evil? Would you believe me? I did not believe that there wasn’t anyone who didn’t contain evil. I was proved wrong, and it stumped me. I became obsessed with her, someone of pure goodness. And couldn’t get enough. I needed to see her insides because that’s what I do. Tearing people apart, I have to prove my point. I wanted to split her apart, to find any trace of bad. It was wrong of me to think like that. Though if death is all you know, is it so wrong? My name is Death. Her name is Pollie. And I want to see her insides. Just to understand if she is as pure as she makes out to be.

Disbelief

Snarky heroine Forced Proximity Touch her and ☠️ Dual POV We met at his ex's wedding, where she uttered their safe word in her vows. Immediately his jaw clenched, and his hands balled into tight fists. Then moments later, he told her I was with him. When in reality, I had snuck into the wedding. Knowing full well he was trouble, when I tried to leave, he gripped my arm and whispered in a low, intimidating voice. "Do you sneak into weddings often?" His words had me stuck to the spot. It took only a few moments for me to realize this man was dangerous. The only logical thing I could do was kick him where it counts. Little did I know that man was a hunter. And it didn't take him long to find me... *Standalone*

Moments of Madness

When the king of the underworld wants you. You have no place to run. No matter how hard you try, no matter where you go. He will find you. It’s just a matter of, do you want him to find you. Or do you want to run.

Locked Hearts

My heart has been broken, torn to shreds. I’m used to the game of pain. Basically, I’m acquainted with it. Some would say I’ve become immune. That is… … until him. He’s cruel, hard, and everything I should stay away from. For one, he is my boss. Second, well, I can’t stay away. But in this game of life, maybe pain is my love. Or maybe I’m not seeing things clearly. Because every time his hands touch me, it’s anything but cruel. *Can be read as a standalone

My Cruel Lover

Venomous Kiss

I’ve worked for men all my life, been enslaved by them. But my new boss is different—he buys me designer handbags to ensure I’m on time.
But scowls at me when he hands them over.

He’s intoxicating.

Dangerous.

All the things I should stay away from.

The thing is… when his hands touch mine, I’m not disgusted, and I should be. Because he owns a scandalous club, and I work there…

He’s the villain in everyone’s story except mine. In fact, it would classify me as the villain in his story.

And that’s okay, I’m fine with that title.

A Villain's Lies is a Enemies to Lovers, workplace romance novel. This book can be read as a standalone as the first book is his brothers.

A Villain's Lies (A Villian's Story)

The woman he loved died. And I’m what’s left standing. I didn’t know I would fall for him. He is, after all, my enemy. I set out to break his heart. And that’s what I plan to do. Splatter it into a million pieces. He’s an asshole, you see. He runs this town. And he thinks he can run me too. Well, he can’t. And he can think again. Most women don’t fall at the feet of a man like him. No, they grovel. Except, I can’t. Because I hate him. Even with his rugged good looks and a demanding presence, he can’t win me. Because I’ve played this game well. And I will win.

Kisses and Warfare

Lena

Our worlds shouldn’t cross. I’m a performer in the spotlight, and he’s the monster people in the underworld fear most.

He’s someone who doesn’t feel, let alone touch another person. The thought revolts him, so much so that he always wears gloves.

So why can’t I seem to stay away from him? And why is he able to touch only me?


Aleksandr


I will stop at nothing in my pursuit to free the dancer, but the moment I lay eyes on the singer, Lena, my world changes.

She’s a bright ray of sunshine, lighting up the shadows I walk in.

I won’t leave her alone. In fact, I force her into a contract to sing only for me.

But it’s not her voice I’m after.


T.L. Smith

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