"Come to sit on my lap again?" • • • It's that time of the year again, and people are all waiting for Santa to come by with their presents. Hazel is living a humdrum life in her small hometown, doing nothing in particular when a certain Santa Claus asks her if she wants to sit on his lap. Brown eyes, chocolate hair and abs carved like stone, Nick is nothing like the traditional Santa you know, yet he still straps on the beard and red suit. In town for just the season, Hazel slowly discovers there's more to Nick Saint than what meets the eye. Peeling back one layer at a time (like a Christmas present) she uncovers what truly lies beneath that red suit of his and finds herself in shock at the result. As the saying goes... Santa smirks because he knows where all the naughty girls live... And he was smirking at Hazel.

"What would you like me to play; The violin or your pussy?" • • • He lived on the street. They called him a tramp. He slept with trash and found his meals in the garbage. Nobody knew who he was. Melody knew the moment she met him, something about him was off. Something about him was missing. Impassive and unpredictable, he always lurked around, his hulking figure a wandering question mark on the streets of New York. But give him a violin and watch him play...

They say the worse thing you can do is selling your soul to the devil. I didn't exactly sell my soul to the devil but I might as well have. I sold my life to the mafia, and not just any mafia, one of the most dangerous one of all, the Ardizzone Mafia to be exact. They don't play any games and are known to give just one warning, then you can expect death if you don't repay them. Nicky took me in when I proved my loyalty to him. the catch? I had to do the one thing he would request me later. and no matter what it was I could not refuse. He told me when the times comes I shall grant him his request. I shudder as every day I'm terrified of what it could be. Something tells me his wish is about to be revealed sooner then I expected. *Faithful readers, I am editing this book throughout this break. That means I will possibly be changing some names, adding or taking away from the plot, or maybe removing this book. Thank you for your patience as I pick up writing once more.*

Rosalie O'Neil is sheltered and protected by her Irish mafia father and brothers. Taken out of her all-girls school during fifth grade, she's been tutored at home within thick iron gates for six years. No boyfriends, no sleepovers, no freedom. Her safety has always been her family's number one priority until they can't afford to keep her hidden from the new mafia man in town. Read on to learn about how an innocent girl changed the New York mafia game once and for all. **SET IN 1950s** [No images used belong to me. All credit to creators. All likeness to real people, alive or deceased is coincidental. Please leave constructive criticism! This is my first story :)] COVER ART BY: Casparita

She met him once upon a dream.