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Seven Shots To The Heart
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Complete, First published Mar 12
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When Harmony fakes her own kidnapping with the help of Elio Moretti - the Mad King of the mafia - the line between duty and desire begins to blur, threatening to turn their dangerous bargain into a love that could cost them everything.

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Harmony Lewis has spent her life in the shadow of her father, a crime boss who secretly controls the world's finances. When her mother vanishes under suspicious circumstances, Harmony is desperate for answers. Enter Elio Moretti - the Mad King, feared leader of one of the most powerful criminal empires. To get what they both want, they make a daring move: fake her kidnapping. For Elio, it's leverage to force her father's hand. For Harmony, it's the only way to dig into the secrets surrounding her mother's fate. But the longer the lie lasts, the more blurred the line between duty and desire becomes. Every stolen glance, every dangerous touch, pulls them deeper into a passion that could burn everything down. Can they keep control of the game-or will falling for each other be the most dangerous risk of all?
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