Sinful Terms

Levon Hakobyan doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. At thirty-three, he runs the Hakobyan family’s empire in Los Angeles with ice in his veins and a ledger for a heart. When someone inside the family steals $3.8 million and frames Wren Maddox’s brother for it, Levon does the one thing that makes sense: he takes the thief’s sister as collateral. Wren has no money, no patience, and a mouth that’s already ruined three jobs. She’s a bartender with bad shoes and a worse temper, and she has absolutely no intention of being anyone’s debt. So she slaps the most dangerous man in Los Angeles in his own study. He doesn’t hit back. He counts. Forced under his roof, working off a debt she didn’t make, Wren discovers that Levon’s cruelty is a language, and she’s fluent. She gives as good as she gets. Every insult is a dare. Every sleepless night in his house is a little more dangerous than the last. And somewhere between the wrong bathroom, the one bed, and the night everything goes wrong, the line between hostage and obsession disappears. But someone in the Hakobyan house is lying. Someone is using Levon’s name. And Levon is learning, too late, that the one thing he swore never to want is the one thing he can’t live without. Dark. Sharp. Heated. With a heroine who talks back, a hero who doesn’t know how to ask, and a slow burn that finally explodes. Enemies to lovers. Forced proximity. Possessive hero. Sassy heroine. Dark mafia romance.