Books

I accidentally hired a mafia assassin to help me write a romance novel... and now I'm carrying his baby.

When my publisher hires a new consultant to help with my mafia romance books, I hate him on sight. Leo Veraldi’s arrogant and way too interested in the mafia details hidden inside my books.

The worst part? Every time he looks at me, I forget...

They've touched what's mine. Now blood will be spilled.

As one of NYPD’s top organized crime detectives, I’ve spent years trying to destroy New York’s most powerful mafia dynasty...the Moretti's.

One warehouse shootout changes everything.

I met a woman I was never supposed to meet.

She steals my gun. Then she saves my life.

Nadia Ferraro's...

He was supposed to protect…not ruin me.

I’m a trauma surgeon who ran from her mafia family years ago.

Traded blood for scrubs. Secrets for scalpels. That was the deal.

Then a dying man presses a drive into my hand and with his dying breath, made me public enemy number one to two powerful mafia families, including my own.

Enter Luca Moretti:...

The first time I meet Alessandro Moretti, I’m seconds away from being kidnapped.

He saves me.

Then he makes me his wife.

Alessandro is a billionaire CEO, a ruthless mafia don—and the son of the man my father sent to prison for billions that were never recovered.

Everyone thinks I know where the money is.

Now I’m trapped with the most dangerous man...

I ran from my own wedding, into the one man more dangerous than the one I left.

My fiancé was using my fashion house to funnel illegal shipments. I found the proof, stole the files and ran. Barefoot, in a twelve-thousand-dollar wedding gown, straight into Matteo Moretti's arms.

My father hired him to protect me. Ex–Navy SEAL. Billionaire CEO of...

I fake-got engaged to my brother’s best friend… and now I’m pregnant.

Damien is my billionaire CEO boss with a control problem and an ego to match. He’s also my brother’s lifelong best friend, which makes wanting him a terrible idea.

We clash over everything, from boardroom decisions to who gets the last word. Every argument feels like foreplay,...