The Don by Hazel Storm

Why choose between heaven and hell when you can have both? And possibly a few things in between?
I’m Vanessa and I have this thing I do that brings out the inner beauty in people. Can’t really explain it; I just do it — but my talent seems to have ticked off a goddess or two.
And I’ve no idea why.
My first major lesson in life came when my billionaire father left us — with nothing.
Thanks, Dad.
That’s when I realized there are only two types of men: angels and — yeah — the other “A” word.
Mind you, I’m about to meet a few guys who might, actually, be both.
Hard to imagine, huh?
First off, Grey. He’s the Don of the Underworld. And being an a-hole is pretty much part of the job. But as you might imagine, he’s sexy as Hell.
Then, there’s Aroz — literally an angel — with the whole nine yards…golden wings, lusty love arrows, and to-die-for lips as curvaceous as his well-strung bow. (Not the only thing of his that’s well-strung, by the way.)
And finally, Raef. Meeting him turned my attitude toward men on its head. And as good as forced me to add a third category to the list. Gentleman.
Now, I’ve got three categories and three sexy-as-sin men.
Well, I guess there are worse problems to have…
Oh, wait. I might have a few of those, too.