TEMPTATION’S TANGLE

Why This Book

Temptation’s Tangle unravels a dangerous web of forbidden attraction, calculated betrayal, and the electrifying thrill of breaking the rules.

Carlo knows better than to chase temptation, yet resisting Ivy —engaged to another man—becomes impossible. Their chemistry is undeniable, but some lines, once crossed, can never be redrawn.

Sloan has mastered control—until Ivy threatens to unravel her carefully-curated life. Fiercely ambitious, she turns desire into destruction and refuses to be cast aside.

In the shadows waits Samaera—silent puppeteer, seed-planter of doubt, whisperer of chaos. Her end-game is a mystery, but one thing is certain: she never plays fair.

Loyalties shift, secrets surface, and as the tangled web tightens the question remains: Is it love they crave—or the intoxicating thrill of crossing the line?

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Chapter 1

Carlo — POV

The Invitation

The loneliness crept in slowly, filling the empty spaces of my 220-acre property like a fog that refused to lift. I had tried social networks, dipped my toes into the digital currents where people pretended to connect, but nothing stuck. No real conversation, no spark. I wouldn’t call it desperation—at least, not yet—but I knew one thing for certain.

I needed to do something.

The full moon spilled silver light across my backyard, turning the land into something eerie, almost enchanted. Sympathy for the Devil played on the stereo, Mick Jagger’s voice curling through the night. I leaned back, staring at the sky, and muttered to myself, What about sympathy for me?

And then—something happened.

A notification. An email, urgent. The sender? Anonymous.

It was the kind of message that makes your pulse skip, not because of what it said, but because of what it felt like. A coincidence, or something else entirely?

Allow me to introduce myself.
I have walked through the corridors of time, a whisper in the ears of kings, a shadow cast over empires, a smirk on the lips of those who pull the strings.…

Pleased to meet you.
I hope you guess my name.
But what will haunt you most — is the nature of my game.

At the bottom, one final line: All I need is your soul.

I scoffed, the weight of my own exhaustion pressing against me. My soul? Yeah, right. What a joke.

I had never believed in any of it—souls, God, the Devil. They were just stories, myths wrapped in fear and control. A fairy tale for people afraid to accept that the world is chaos.

At least, that’s what I used to believe.

A restless energy surged through me, and before I knew it, I was outside, staring up at the brilliant full moon, feeling something I couldn't quite explain. A challenge? A dare?

I threw my arms wide and howled into the night.

“YES! YES! YES!”

I laughed at myself, shaking my head. But then, quieter, I whispered:

“Did you hear that?”
No reply.
Yet.

The Inferno and the Temptation of Connection

My ties to The Inferno stretch back through the years, tracing a path to its founding days, when Nigel stood behind the bar like a benevolent king, ruling not with power but with presence.…

A New Direction

Ivy — POV

Laughter has always been my refuge. It dances on my lips like sunlight on water, concealing the shadows that linger beneath. People hear it and assume I’m effortlessly, endlessly happy.…

It was just curiosity. That’s all.
She wouldn’t forget those eyes.
Not today.
Maybe not for a while.