Ruthless Saint

She was known for her beauty in the dark underworld of of New York, a seemingly docile angel in the form of a nightmare. He was ruthless, cold and far worse than the men she knew in the Cosa Nostra-His reputation alone sent chills through the city crime circles .

I once thought marrying a made man would be the worst fate, but being drawn to one was far more treacherous.

It was a debt to be settled, a price to be repaid. Sold in exchange for my cousin. My body, mind, and soul given to the most terrifying man ever known. A marriage born from violence and betrayal.

I had expected an fifty-year-old boss who wanted my so-called purity in payment for his service, planning to keep up the facade of a fake smile and tight dresses yet I wasn't prepared for the six-foot tall, dangerously handsome pakhan, a man known for killing men with his bare hands.

I hated him. Not just because he was lethal, but because he made my heart race, his low, gravelly voice sinking into my bones, offering me everything I knew I couldn't accept.

coming november 1st.