Saint Bio

Tropes: Age gap He falls first, Obsession, Touch her and die, Forced proximity, Morally grey hero, Protective alpha, Spicy She walked into his bar looking for protection. He took one look at her and decided to keep her. Sienna Cole is trapped. Four years under the thumb of a man who owns her debt, her career, and every exit out of Vegas. When she finally gets desperate enough to ask the Sin City Reapers for help, she knows she's making a deal with a different kind of devil. She just didn't expect him to look at her like that. Saint doesn't do relationships. Doesn't do complications. He runs...

From the moment I spotted him on the side of the road, I knew he was trouble. Now I'm kneeling at the mercy of a masked devil with my boyfriend's blood on my hands. He tells me to call him Saint because he saved me... that I should be thankful he spared me a worse fate. I'm tempted to fight him or bargain. But when Saint tells me to run, a twisted part of me wonders if he'll chase.

When going to war, there are three very simple rules one must abide by: know thy enemy, be prepared to sacrifice, and always wear good shoes. After all, revenge is a dish best served in stilettos. I've got an eye for it, and nothing's going to stand in my way. Not even Rory "The Saint" Brodrick.

Carl Strople was covertly recruited to Black Ops and given the most brutal kind of training any man or woman could endure. Now he belongs to The X Group. But why do they call him “Saint”? An assassin. The most effective killer in the world. And yet . . . Carl Strople struggles to retain...

Elizabeth Buckley has been in love with Edward Monk for most of her life. Unfortunately, he’s only ever had eyes for her older, prettier sister. Five years after he left the village to make himself worthy of a Buckley, their lives intersect. This time, she’s determined to make him see her and bed her. All Edward has to do is convince the girl he loves to set aside her betrothed and wed him instead. When her betrothed becomes tangled in a web of lies and murder, it’s up to Edward to untangle him.

Rebellious, green-eyed Eleanor never met a rule she didn't want to break. Sick of her mother's zealotry and the confines of Catholic school, she declares that she'll never go to church again. But her first glimpse of beautiful, magnetic Father Marcus Stearns - Søren to her and only her - and his lust-worthy Italian motorcycle is an epiphany. Eleanor is consumed, yet even she knows that being in love with a priest can't be right. But when one desperate mistake nearly costs Eleanor everything, it is Søren who steps in to save her.

At Angelview Academy, Saint Angelle is considered god. But don't be fooled by his ridiculous name or that pretty face because Saint? He’s as wicked as they come. I should know. I'm the new girl who pissed him off. The nobody who called out his crew of vicious tyrants. The mortal who wouldn't bow then and sure as hell won’t now. Saint swears I'll regret it. He vows to own every inch of me. He even promises to make my senior year a living hell.

Read by the author with audiobook-exclusive bonus commentary. Enjoy some encouragement, laughter, and philosophical-ish musings on connection, creativity, loss, love, faith, and more! From television actress, Broadway star, and New York Times bestselling author Kristin Chenoweth comes I'm No...

As a boy, Elias learned the hard way what happens when you don’t heed the old tales. Nine years after his lack of superstition got his father killed, he’s grown into a young man of piety, with a deep reverence for the hallowed sea and her fickle favor. As stories of the fisherman’s son who has managed to escape the most deadly of storms spreads from port to port, his devotion to the myths and creeds has given him the reputation of the luckiest bastard to sail the Narrows.

The Saint is back - 50 audiobooks are now available starring the debonair classic crime hero. Simon Templar is the Saint - daring, dazzling, and just a little disreputable. On the side of the law, but standing outside it, he dispenses his own brand of justice one criminal at a time. These three stories find the Saint flushing out swindlers in inimitable style.

Kaya Reynolds is a distraction, a rage-inducing pain in the butt, and an absolute magnet for trouble. But when you're a Rogues agent, you don't get to pick your assignments. Unfortunately, you don't get to decline them either. And that's how I ended up fake engaged to the most infuriating woman I've ever met. The Rogues Division is a top-secret, highly-classified, "I'd tell you but I'd have to kill you" kind of organization. The kind of organization the government pretends not to love having at its disposal.

It’s a common story. I’m sure you can guess how it goes. Girl winds up in the wrong place at the wrong time. She witnesses four gods of beauty and brutality murder some poor sap, and she’s stupid enough to get caught. Come on. You know what happens next. You know they tracked her...me...down.

Resilient and sweet, Bailey Preston, prides herself on her position as Mayor of Ghosttown. She may not have wanted it, but she’s done her best by the town and its residents. After overcoming a horrific past, she’s persevered when most people would have crumbled. The past is the past and Bailey is set on living her best life in the present. And her life is about to get a bit more exciting with the arrival of its newest residents, Ghosttown Riders MC. Bailey has set her sights on making the bikers feel welcome, especially a certain violet eyed, handsome member of the club.

Cruel. Heartless. A mistake waiting to happen. Knox Vaughn is the epitome of a bad boy. He's trouble in a sexy-as-sin package. I know it. They know it. Even he knows it. It's like a moth to the flame. I can't stay away—even though I'm going to get burned. You know what they say, the sinners are much more fun...and this saint is changing the game.

I drowned to death. I held my breath as long as I could, but then my lungs sucked in water hoping it was air, and it was a painful and brutal ending, an internal drowning, my heart beating so hard desperate for oxygen...until it just stopped. I could never forget it…even if I wanted to. Bastien assumes our relationship is over. That I'll run for the hills and wash my hands clean of the most dangerous man in Paris. But I'm not going anywhere. Not now. Not ever. I ran before, but not anymore. I can tell it means the world to him.

From the New York Times bestselling author of the Wind Dragons and Cursed Ravens MC series comes sinners, saints and secrets… Dear Skylar, Five years. That’s a long time to go without talking to somebody, especially someone who was such a huge part of your life… A letter from my first kiss...

Nationally bestselling author Madeline Hunter has captivated fans with unforgettable romance novels filled with suspense, seduction, mystery, and love. Now meet "the Saint" in this sizzling tale of a mysterious aristocrat, a high-spirited American beauty, and an affair that begins with an...

I hate sports, and he is football royalty. I like quiet and predictable, but he's sex and swagger personified. I didn't particularly care for Saint Stevenson the first moment I laid eyes on him, but his warped brain seemed to process our initial meeting as foreplay. I have a meticulous five-year plan in place for myself and my career, but now this huge, cocky, self-absorbed quarterback who I've been assigned to at work is seriously f--king it up.

Magnus MacKay is the ultimate Highlander: tough, proud, able to master any terrain and to best his enemies. Called "the Saint" for his refusal to discuss women, as well as for his cool and steady leadership, Magnus hides a painful truth. It isn't virtue or piety that keeps him silent, but a wound of love and loss that cuts so deep he cannot bear to speak of it. But when the woman who refused him is betrothed to his friend and fellow Guardsman, Magnus is tested by love's battle cry.

Sofia–I didn’t know what to expect when a man loaded me and my sisters on his jet and brought us to the United States. I’d thought we’d suffer at the hands of these men, much the same as what we’d left behind. Some of us have physical wounds, but those will heal over time. It's the emotional scars I worry we’ll never recover from. I’m going somewhere different from my sisters, alone in a new country with strange men.