When you're accused of stealing jewelry from the grumpy single dad who you nanny for but... Grumpy single dad seeks Nanny... Her father tells me she’s mute. Except I catch her humming a lullaby. He’s a liar. Or she has everyone deceived. What possibly could a four-year-old be hiding? I really should have done a background check on him. Imagine my surprise when I discover my grumpy boss works for the mafia. I want to leave but he won’t let me. I’m his captive, forced to follow his rules and do as he demands. This slow burn mafia romance is the second book in the Mafia Marriages series.

I’m ordered to execute her… I never expected to see her again. We shared one wild night several years ago. She had no idea that I work for the mafia. I’m a savage, ruthless killer, but she’s innocent. She saves lives. I take them. She’s a pediatric oncology nurse. Could she be any more of a saint? She entered the wrong hotel room. There can’t be any witnesses. My boss wants her dead. Her life is in my hands. I intend to make her my wife to protect her. She’ll hate me but at least I can keep her safe.

❖ Some monsters don’t hide in the shadows. They stand in the light and dare you to run. ❖ I disappeared seven years ago. Left behind a name, a past, a life that was never truly mine. Now, I exist in the quiet spaces, a ghost slipping through the cracks. Until him. Alessandro Silvestri. Powerful. Unrelenting. A man who commands fear with a single glance. I should’ve stayed invisible. Instead, I walked straight into his domain. And now, he won’t let me leave. He sees through my lies, picks apart the secrets I’ve buried deep. I know what men like him do to people like me. They ...

I cannot believe my bad luck when an embossed envelope arrives at my door just one week before my twenty-fifth birthday. Which just happens to be the cut-off date for being called up for the testing of the blood. I thought I was in the clear, turns out that I was wrong. I don’t know all the ins and outs of the whole dragon tribute selection process, only that it has something to do with a person’s DNA.

I’m a survivor. A fighter down to my blood. I need the release that comes when I step in that octagon, I crave it. I spent too long being beat down and broken in every sense of the word, and I almost didn’t make it. Fighting saved me though, and then I saved myself. When I am offered a full ride scholarship to a college in the middle of nowhere Alabama over 2000 miles away, I grab the chance with both hands and run like hell.