Page 1 of Vows of Betrayal

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Dear Reader:

This is a series unlike my usual contemporary books.

Stefan likes things—the way he likes them.

And he enjoys certain pursuits that not everyone is into.

If you know what I mean…

So, if you don’t enjoy the darker, naughtier side of romance, Stefan might not be for you.

And that is totally okay. I have a ton of other books on the nicer side for you to pick up.

For those of you who do like the naughty—I hope you enjoy Stefan & Francesca’s story. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

XOXO Jessa York

The Auction

Stefan

Honest to Christ.

If I had to spend five more minutes holed up in this shithole, I was going to snap someone’s neck.

The object of the game—this poker game to be exact—was to get closer to Raul and make a business alliance. A very beneficial one.

Nick and Carlo thought this was the best way forward for all of us.

I, however, wasn’t wholly convinced about that.

Raul Ramiro was a mean, slippery asshole.

He’d done some pretty horrible shit.

Well, every guy in this place had.

But Raul had his own special brand of assholery.

One that made even me fucking cringe in his presence.

Which said a lot.

Sitting near the big bastard wasn’t something I’d choose to do willingly. His body stench couldn’t be masked by the gallon or so of cologne he’d bathed in before he came here.

Under normal circumstances, I could have arranged our business matters in about ten minutes. And then got the hell back home.

To my empty, dark home.

But it was still better than where I currently sat.

Raul had no desire to talk business tonight. He was joining in with the rest of the men as they discussed women.

And the way they did that wasn’t the kindest.

None of that was my problem, though. Whoever they conned into fucking them was not a topic I cared to discuss.

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