Find out why readers are WARNING other readers about this book....

"Give me a glass of ice, cold water PLEASE for this repeat read! People, you will never and I mean NEVER visualize Goldilocks in the same way after reading Theodora Taylor's take. I wish I could give it 10 HOT smexy stars! -Dee, Amazon Review

One calls me mija. One calls me baby. One makes me call him....

What would you do if you found yourself stuck in the wilderness, with no one to turn to but three large and extremely hot football players?

Well, that's my situation.

And I'm not sure I can handle these three bears.

Can you?

READER WARNING: This Ruthless Fairytale is BLAZING HOT. Please do not one-click without the proper...ahem...support for any feelings that might arise.

Also please note, this is not a shifter romance. It is an extremely hot contemporary romance, featuring three football player leads.

I was born a few moments after midnight on January 1st. On my 21st birthday, my father throws me the most lavish New Year's Eve birthday party Baton Rouge has ever seen—then he tells me I'm a woman now, and that means I belong to a man he owes a blood debt.

No, not a man. A demon who feeds on my family’s pain and suffering. Especially mine.

His name is Hades Fairgood. But he is neither good nor fair.

He's the twisted ruler of a biker underworld, and everything my dead mother warned me to avoid. Dirty rich, stupid hot, and merciless. There's not even a smidge of human left in his bitter, vengeful heart. I find that out the particularly cruel way when he renames me Persy--short for Persephone and has PROPERTY OF HADES tattooed across my back.

So that I never forget...

I'm his possession now. He owns me, mind, body, and soul.

He’s a needlessly beautiful monster who I must escape. Of course, I must.

It’s just…

The longer I’m with him, the more confusing it becomes. Is he a merciless monster or a wounded man in need of love? My love?

It doesn’t matter. It shouldn’t matter either way. I just hope I can escape his wrath before he ruins me.

Vengeance isn’t just a team of enforcers, they’re a destination where all morals and good sense get checked at the door.

Every server at the roadhouse I work at knows that Vengeance is a package deal. The three enforcers for the Ruthless Reapers don’t just share a job, they share you for one night if you dare to go to one of the rooms upstairs with them.

Whenever they come into the roadhouse, they stare at me. Three wolves just biding their time until I agree to be their next meal.

But you know what? Hard pass. I’m on the last six months of my five-year plan to become a certified doctor. And giving my body to three outlaw bikers is not one of the items on my sensible checklist. Besides, I’ve learned the hard way you can’t trust anyone but yourself.

So, nope. No way. Uh-unh. It doesn’t matter if they make my stomach flutter and my seriously neglected nether regions stir with some very bad thoughts. I’m not budging from my five-year plan.

But then, my aunt’s boyfriend attacks me. One moment I’m calling Vengeance as a last resort. And the next I’m waking up in their bed.

Vengeance has me now. And Reapers don’t date. They POSSESS.

New plan. Figure out how to escape from these three men before they convince me to give them everything they want. My body, my mind, my heart—maybe even, my soul.

You crossed me. You kept this secret from me. Now you’ll have to pay.
--Griffin F**kin Latham


RED: Five years ago, I was as boring as boring could be. Seriously, my name is Bernice. But then came that one month when I pretended to be somebody else entirely while working at a roadhouse biker bar….

Big Mistake. Huge. Who knew one month pretending to be an interesting bad girl could ruin a boring good girl’s life?

GRIFFIN: When I saw her, I knew she’d be mine. My old biker crew told me she was untouchable—that I’d never be able to land her without my fame and last name. So I did what any rock star with a big….ahem, ego would under the circumstances—wagered five figures on me seducing the untouchable girl behind the bar.

RED: When the insanely hot biker, who wouldn’t have looked at Boring Bernice twice, asks me to come back to his place, I decide, “why not?”

It was just supposed to be a silly fling….

GRIFFIN: It was just supposed to be a stupid bet. But what started out as fake got plenty real—especially after I lost her.

Five years. I spend five years searching for her. And when I find her….

RED: Five years. I managed to hide from him for over five years. He’s powerful and dangerous, and I’m not sure what he’ll do if he discovers the secret I’ve been keeping from him for five years and nine months.

So when he finds me….

What’s this story called again? Escaping the Ruthless Biker?

GRIFFIN: No, that’s not the title, baby.

The story is called Red….Red and the Big Bad Reaper.

And you’re about to find out why.