Full Throttle

Book One

Against All Odds

Kenna

My father shocked not only me, but everyone around him when he announced his retirement. He isn’t just any man – he’s Jorge Vernon and Miami bows down to him. In most cases, his role would pass down to his son, however he doesn’t have any, and that leaves only one heir – me.

He knows how much this city means to me, it fuels my fire and the people here matter to me more than anything.

There’s a catch though, he isn’t just handing me keys to the city. I have to rule alongside one of two men that my father has hand chosen for me. Oh, and they’re brothers.

But what happens when enemies rise from the unknown. When people that you thought you could trust turn out to be the ones you should have feared in the first place?

I thought this would be easy, but it turns out that it may end up getting me killed, and possibly the two men who I’m supposed to pick between.

Book Two

Sharp Edges

Kenna

My father shocked not only me, but everyone around him when he announced his retirement. He isn’t just any man – he’s Jorge Vernon and Miami bows down to him. In most cases, his role would pass down to his son, however he doesn’t have any, and that leaves only one heir – me.

He knows how much this city means to me, it fuels my fire and the people here matter to me more than anything.

There’s a catch though, he isn’t just handing me keys to the city. I have to rule alongside one of two men that my father has hand chosen for me. Oh, and they’re brothers.

But what happens when enemies rise from the unknown. When people that you thought you could trust turn out to be the ones you should have feared in the first place?

I thought this would be easy, but it turns out that it may end up getting me killed, and possibly the two men who I’m supposed to pick between.

Book Three

Burnout

I shouldn’t have called him . . . but I did.

Winnie

I called him in my darkest hour, the man who crushed my heart, and the man who still holds onto it.

I had two choices: call the cops, or call him . . . but there wasn’t much of a choice. He’d be the one to get to the bottom of this, and if I wanted any of what I lost back, he’d be the one to rip it from whoever stole it.

Ascher

Winnie called me up when her shop got vandalized and her life’s savings was stolen from her. She knew the police wouldn’t have anything to go on, so she called the one man who’d be able to find the people who did this to her.

I promised her I’d find whoever did it, that I’d make them pay, but the more time I spend around her the more I want her again. I already screwed shit up between us in the past, but I’m left asking myself this: can we bury the hatchet?

I don’t know if we can, but damn I sure as fuck hope we can try. I miss her more than I care to admit.