Cameron Hart

Made for the Mafia Boss Cameron Hart

Matteo: I don't have time for this. My men caught a spy down by the old abandoned shipyard and now I have to deal with him or else risk losing this alliance. Turns out the spy isn't a man. It's a woman. A lovely woman who says she was taking photos for her bookstagram account. Whatever that is. I can hardly take in her words, because her eyes are piercing my chest, right where my heart would be if I had one. They are crystal blue, almost transparent in this lighting. I can see fear in her clear blue irises, but also a quiet determination. This isn't the first time she's been threatened. I can't let her go. I have to protect this angel. Darlene: I was just taking pictures! I swear, I didn't know anyone else even knew about the creepy abandoned shipyard. The thugs who kidnapped me, however, don't let me defend myself before putting a bag over my head and shoving me in a car. The worst part is, they threw my books away in the dumpster. That's just rude and unnecessarily cruel. Before I know what's happening, I'm dragged into a room that smells like cedar and spice. The bag is finally removed from my head and I'm greeted with the culmination of every book boyfriend I've ever had. And apparently he's the guy in charge who gets to decide my fate. Ninety-nine percent of me is filled with abject terror. But one, teeny, tiny percent of me can't help but feel like I'm finally having an adventure of my own.