Princes of Devil's Creek Series Bundle

I hate the princes of Devil’s Creek.
Luca, Bastian, Marcello, and Damian.

For most of my life, no one wanted me… not until they needed me. Turns out I’m the lost heiress to a multi-billion dollar fortune and a pawn in their sick game.

They keep me locked in their seaside estate, completely at their mercy. All four of them are bullies, taking out their hatred for me in the form of punishments, each with their own reason for keeping me around.

I think I’m finding my place among these depraved monsters. Except there’s one small problem. They’re not the only men who want me.

There are far more dangerous men looking for the heir to the Wellington fortune… which means I’ll be staying in their beds and under their protection for the foreseeable future.

Reading Order

Book 1 - Cruel Princes

Book 2 - Vicious Queen

Book 3 - Savage Knights

Book 4 - Battle King

My cell phone beeped with a text message. I swerved and almost hit a parked car as I read my brother’s words.


All the Devils are here.


Fear trickled down my spine.
Gripping the leather steering wheel, I floored the gas pedal and didn’t bother to text back. I blew through several red lights in a row. No matter how hard I pushed it, the car didn’t seem to go fast enough.
There was too much traffic.
Too many damn people living in this city.


I shared an apartment with my twin brother in Williamsburg, a neighborhood in Brooklyn. The Salvatores owned one of the tallest buildings in Manhattan. They controlled just about everything in the city and my life. It was a horrible feeling to know I would never escape them.


I made it five years without them interfering with my life. They had kept their distance while I attended art school and began my art career. But now, it was time to pay for my freedom. 


I pulled into the garage on Berry Street and parked in my reserved space. Still dressed in my café uniform, a short black skirt and a red tank top, I rode the elevator to the top floor. My clothes smelled like coffee and paint, both occupational hazards.

I worked at the coffee shop around the corner for extra cash, so I wouldn’t have to spend any money from the Wellington trust. Asking my grandfather for money came with too many strings attached. So I sucked it up and waited tables, fixed drinks, anything to keep us afloat.

As the elevator doors opened, nerves stirred in my belly, twisting my stomach into knots. I strolled down the hall and walked through the open door of my apartment.
A wall of muscle blocked my path. All four of the Salvatore brothers—Luca, Marcello, Bastian, and Damian—stood in my living room, looking intimidating as fuck, dressed in black Brioni suits.


Luca and Marcello were biological brothers with the same black hair and pretty blue eyes. Except Luca always had a sinister look, like he was seconds from snapping someone’s neck. Marcello usually looked as if he were in constant mourning.
The other two weren’t Arlo’s sons by blood, but he treated them as if they were his flesh.

Damian was a psychopath. He would have been happy to paint the town red with my blood. As for Bastian, he was still such a mystery to me. I knew he had sick kinks like his brother, but he hid them well.


Something had always drawn me to Bastian… and that made him curious about me.
Bastian stepped toward me, a wicked smirk on his full lips.

He cupped my cheek with his big hand and studied my face. “I’ve been waiting for you, Cherry. Did you miss me?”


“No, get your hands off me.” I pushed his hand away from my face, teeth gritted. “I’m not your Cherry.” Attempting to move around them, I yelled, “Aiden.”


Damian laughed.

So did Luca.


Bastian scratched his jaw while Marcello just stared at me. He was quiet, most of the time stuck inside his head.


“What the fuck are you assholes doing in my apartment? And where the fuck is my brother?”


“Your brother is safe.” Bastian smirked. “For now.”


I slammed my palms into his chest and tried to rush past him. But Damian was on my ass, reaching out to wrap his fingers around my wrist.

He yanked me back into his chest and breathed against my earlobe. “Haven’t you learned your lesson, Pet?”


I laughed in his face. “I’m not your pet, you sick fuck.”


Damian was gorgeous, with alabaster skin that was so perfect and smooth I wanted to touch it. But despite his good looks, a monster hid beneath his tailored clothes.


Like his brothers, he was the devil in disguise. I feared him most of all because he was so unpredictable. With Luca, I expected rage and chaos. Marcello was the most level-headed of the group.


Bastian was still somewhat of a wild card. I could never figure him out, but I knew he was hiding something. A secret. I liked secrets and wanted to uncover his.


Damian’s fingers closed over my throat. “You’re whatever I want you to be, Pet. Get out of line this time, and your brother will pay the price.”


I dug my fingernails into his forearm to loosen his hold. “Let me go, psycho.”


“Now, now, Pet.” He stroked the side of my face gently like he was petting a kitten. “It’s not nice to call your owner names.”

My eyes widened at his comment, and he gave me a creepy smile that sent a shiver down my arms.

“You know why we’re here. Now be a good girl and go pack your shit.”


“It’s time to choose, Drea.” Luca was the only person who ever called me that. He moved beside Damian, glaring at me with the usual hatred in his dark blue eyes. “We let you off your leash long enough. You’re coming back with us to Devil’s Creek.”


Damian held me tighter, his breath ghosting over my cheek. “This time, we’re keeping you.”