Cruel Devotion (Rosetti Club Miami #4)

Someone has been inside my apartment.

Nothing taken. Everything improved. Hinges oiled, bulbs replaced, locks turning smoother than they did this morning.

I serve Miami’s monsters their drinks every night with a knife in my boot, so I know how men like this court a woman. Not with flowers — with proof they can reach you anywhere.

He picked the wrong target. I don’t run from hunters. I become one. But when I follow the peepholes drilled through my bedroom wall, what’s waiting on the other side is the last face I expected.

The man who brings me coffee every morning. The man half of Miami calls the King. The only man I’ve ever trusted. Adrian Marín has been watching me for years. He froze my passport so I couldn’t run.

Bought my building. Built my whole life into a cage so beautiful I never felt the bars. And when I put my blade to his throat, he doesn’t apologize. He confesses.

To all of it — even the part that began fourteen years ago, on the worst day of my life. He knows what I did. He loves me because of it. And the worst part?

Knowing what he is doesn’t make me want him less. It makes me burn hotter. Now that his masks are off, he’s done pretending he’ll ever let me go.

Cruel Devotion is book four in the Rosetti Club Miami series: a scorching-hot, obsessive stalker romance with a morally black hero, a heroine every bit as lethal as he is, and a devotion fourteen years in the making.

Interconnected standalone with explicit open-door heat, a dark HEA and no cliffhanger.