Shattered Throne Extended Excerpt – Waking Moments

Shattered Thorne (Mice and Men Book 3)


With her family’s safety in jeopardy and her heart on the line, Willow finds herself trapped in a hopeless situation—marry the man who betrayed her and trust in his plan? Or can she navigate the deadly political landscape alone and save the ones she loves? 

The question may be easier said than done when an unearthed secret from the past flips her entire perspective on its head. Is Donatello the monster she’s been led to believe? 

Or is he as much a victim of past events as she is… 

With a war looming and their relationship brewing, both find their loyalties tested to their breaking point—and a new threat on the horizon leaves them little time to waste. 

As the past and present finally collide, will they rise above the fray… 

Or will old grudges finally tear them apart?

Mice and Men is a new standalone series in the War of Roses Universe.

Extended Excerpt – Waking Moments

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Her smell lingers in my nose hours later, potent enough to taste. Roses—though I know for a fact she hasn’t come near the damn flower. She smelled like sweat, too, and sweet… A scent my brain avoids identifying though the pulse shooting through my cock has no trouble—arousal.

Irrefutable evidence that last night wasn’t a dream.

As if I could ever imagine a scene so twisted. So fucking wrong. So goddamn intoxicating I can’t get it out of my head. Remnants of her heat sear my skin even now. I’ve never felt a body like hers. Soft enough to crush in places. Firm enough to grip in others…

She’s a walking contradiction, playing the role of a stoic mafiya princess one minute. Transforming into a writhing little hellcat the next. Even inside my own skull, it sounds insane to spell out exactly what she did.

The little minx climbed into my bed and slid those delicate fingers of hers into a place no heiress should want to be defiled by a monster.

I grit my teeth at the mental image, catching my bottom lip between them. The harder I bite, the sharper those images become. I taste copper by the time I finally relent to the mental assault. Fabio be damned, I should have dragged her here by her hair and demanded an explanation.

Waking up to find her gone was a godsend, prolonging the moment I have to face the aftermath. Hell, I wish she had escaped—it would be easier to write off last night as nothing more than a nightmare.

Some sick part of my soul craves to rewrite the narrative, anyway. I’m the aggressor in this new version. I pinned her down and forced her to perform for me. I held all the cards.

Not her.

I might have believed that until she crept from the shadows this morning—still wearing that blue fucking dress—playing the innocent victim at my expense once again. I could almost hear her laughing; she won that round.

She got my attention. What was her aim? To taunt me? Toy with my head? Test how much I really meant my vow to never fuck her?

Stubborn as always, she showed me what I’d be missing in excruciating detail.

If only she resembled Gino—may the bastard rot in hell, right alongside Antonio Salvatore. It would be easier to hate her, then. As pathetic as it is to admit, if she had his eyes, I could look at her and see him staring back.

It would be even better if she had Stepanova branded across her fucking forehead. Though, hell, I could always do it for her. Get a knife and carve that name into her pretty flesh, letter by letter. My fingers twitch against my desk, and I picture the dagger I left somewhere upstairs. Her blade, the perfect tool to do it with. A bloody brand would ensure there is no forgetting who or what she is.

A toy.

A distraction.

An albatross around my fucking neck.

After a decade spent claiming a throne for himself in the seething violence of the criminal underbelly, all Donatello Vanici craves now is peace.

Only a union forged between his heir and the most powerful mafiya family in existence could ever be strong enough to end the bloodshed for good, but the Stepanov head resists his overtures at every turn… 

Until tragedy strikes, and forces Donatello’s hand.

Haunted by a past that dogs her every thought, Willow Stepanov will do anything for the man who adopted her—until a chance encounter with the enemy lands her right in the middle of a dangerous power struggle and a war that grows more violent and vicious each day.

But it’s not just her future her captor holds hostage.

He is a man with nothing left to lose—while she may just lose everything. 

Her life, her family, and her heart…

Mice and Men is a new standalone series in the War of Roses Universe.

With all hope of the peace shattered beyond redemption, Donatello Vanici is waging his most violent, bloody war yet. 

And caught in the heart of the carnage is Willow Stepanova, the adopted daughter of his dangerous enemy and the girl who once adored him to the depths of her soul. 

Torn between her loyalty to her family and her volatile connection to Donatello, Willow quickly realizes that it’s not just her life at stake in this vicious battle…

But what will be left of her in the end?

Mice and Men is a new standalone series in the War of Roses Universe.

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