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The Mafia Heir's Contract Wife
Mafia After her 24th birthday, Seraphine "Sephie" Azur, a college dropout, meets Dominico Tomassini, the rightful heir and son of an Italian banker and real estate mogul.
A violent incident during a party thrown by the Tomassinis thrusts Seraphine into their family's web of secrets.
When Dominico is forced to take Seraphine to Florence to keep an eye on her and ensure her safety, he lends her money while they live together as part of a clandestine agreement.
After graduating and a long, painful year of pining for his love, Seraphine abandons her end of the deal, desperate to find happiness, freedom, and true love.
Will she escape the Tomassini heir's tenacious grip and get her own life back?
Or will her stubborn feelings for Dominico keep her trapped in his messy, dangerous life?
[Romance/Billionaire/Mafia] The Cali Alpha [Mafia Games 5]
Werewolf Jessiah is a make-up artist aspiring to break into the modeling and beauty industry. She moves to LA when she lands a job at one of the biggest production companies in Hollywood.
On her first week on the job, she meets Jenson Ross, a big-deal actor and director with a dark secret only a privileged few know about.
× Genres: Contemporary Romance, Werewolf, Crime, Drama
× Rating: PG-15
EXCERPT:
EXCERPT from BOOK I
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"Dollface," he murmured with a little smirk. Now his hand gripped her forearm. He snickered when she only kept staring, then pulled her closer to hug her. "You're like an antidepressant, in human form."
The utter surprise paused her breathing. She couldn't pull away. Her heartbeat sped up when he hugged her tighter. His warm face pressed onto the side of her neck, his hand lightly squeezing her hip.
His beard scraped her skin, his thighs touched hers, and she felt like he was kissing her neck. Shit. He was no longer thinking straight. Perhaps unaware of the consequences of his actions.
It was moments like this that worsened her intense attraction to him. The flirty jokes, the easy conversations, the small smiles, his furtive glances, and his unusually sweet gestures lately just convinced her she was definitely in deep trouble.
Amid her loud thoughts, he pulled her closer whenever she pulled away. Her breathing grew shallow while she stared into his eyes.
"Dammit," he sighed while he gripped her arms. Then his thumb traced the curve of her neck and shoulder, his touch both gentle and eager. "Why are you always so f-cking beautiful?"
"Joss—"
"What?" he muttered while stroking her cheek. He wasn't acting drunk or just playing with her. Otherwise he wouldn't let it get this far. "You want me to stop?"
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