The Collector

Raven Cordoba wears violence like a crown. And Mynx Cooper is learning how to kneel. At Blood Lust, nothing is sacred—and no one is safe. She was collateral. Now she’s craving the man who might be her executioner. Mynx Cooper was bartered to the corrupt Kings—traded for a debt her father left behind, shackled to Blood Lust, a club where bodies are currency and innocence is extinct. Her days blur in neon and smoke. Her nights belong to Raven Cordoba. Heir to a blood-soaked empire. A man with killer’s eyes and hands that promise ruin. She should run. She should...

Raven Cordoba wears violence like a crown. And Mynx Cooper is learning how to kneel. At Blood Lust, nothing is sacred—and no one is safe. She was collateral. Now she’s craving the man who might be her executioner. Mynx Cooper was bartered to the corrupt Kings—traded for a debt her father left behind, shackled to Blood Lust, a club where bodies are currency and innocence is extinct. Her days blur in neon and smoke. Her nights belong to Raven Cordoba. Heir to a blood-soaked empire. A man with killer’s eyes and hands that promise ruin. She should run. She should scream. But his touch is a slow burn, and her heart is starting to beg for the fire. The FBI hunts a phantom serial killer. And every whisper, every shadow, every bloodstained clue points to the Kings. Now Mynx must decide: protect what’s left of her soul—or give it to the man who might already be painting the walls with her family’s screams. Because in this world, love doesn’t save you. It stains you.