Rowan
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Marisol Reyes has spent her life walking the line between obedience and invisibility. In her parents' eyes, her dreams were reckless, her quiet passions a waste of time. After one final argument shatters the fragile peace in their home, Marisol makes the only decision she can live with-she leaves, determined to start over, even if she has nothing but her pride. She never expected her path to cross with Rowan Calderón - a man whose name is spoken in whispers across the city. A ruthless and calculating mafia boss, Rowan built his empire from blood, loyalty, and fear. To his enemies, he is merciless. To his allies, dangerously unpredictable. But to Marisol... he's an enigma. Drawn to her in a way he can't explain, Rowan finds himself offering her protection - the kind that comes at a price. In his world, softness is a weakness, but with her, his guard begins to crack. As danger closes in, Marisol is forced to decide whether she can trust the man whose hands are stained with violence, and Rowan must face the truth that some battles are fought not with bullets... but with the heart.
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"You're tense," he murmured, brushing his lips along my jaw. "Don't be. I love this-" his palm smoothed over the curve of my waist, holding me firmer, "-all of you." I wanted to argue, to shrink back from the heat pooling low in my stomach, but then he kissed me again, deeper, silencing the doubt before it could rise. "Do you want me to show you slowly..." his voice was low, steady, hot against my ear, "...or do you want to tell me first?" My heart hammered. "Show me." The smile that curved his lips against my neck was sinful, but the way his hand began to move-slow, deliberate-was reverent. - A man hard as stone falls in love with his teenage daughter's nanny, who is a ray of sunshine. What happens when she makes this man fold?

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