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Author Vi Carter

Mafia King

Mafia King

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 He’s a savage. She’s a willing bride who dreams of freedom; only she gives up one cage to find herself in another.


Tropes: 

  • Romantic Suspense
  • Enemies to Lovers
  • Dark Irish Mafia Romance
  • Arranged Marriage
  • New Adult Romance

 

WHAT THE READERS ARE SAYING

DARK queen and KING. The writing was done beautifully and flows throughout the book. I love it! Amazing work Vi Carter. - Erika Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★ stars


 REVENGE, betrayal and love makes this a perfect book. The TWISTS just keep coming. - Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★ stars


 Shay is everything you want in a leading character- Erin Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★ stars


This book kept me on the edge of my seat. If you like DARK and VIOLENT this is the book for you. Carter gives you a GRITTY story with a happy ending that you won't believe - Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★ stars


I loved this story so much and it was a PAGE TURNER. ★★★★ stars


The chemistry between them is EXPLOSIVE when they fight and when they fork. I never know what was going to happen next, who was friend, who was foe. This is great series and Mafia King is a fabulous addition to it.- Audio Review★★★★★ stars


Within the first chapters you get the panoramic view of whom you're dealing with!
BAD BOY....check
Bod boy's crazy brother/friend...check
Bad boy's Kryptonie...check ....check and check
By the time you've figured out who is who and how deep hate can run, you're already HOOKED, and you may as well give up the fight and prepare yourself for an ALL-NIGHTER!
Can't say I didn't warn you- Dee Amazon Reviewer ★★★★★ stars


 A OUTSTANDING addition to the series Goodreads Reviewer ★★★★★ stars

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Synopsis

He’s a savage. She’s a willing bride who dreams of freedom; only she gives up one cage to find herself in another.

Emma

I was a willing sacrifice in an arranged marriage.

Until my father made a new deal and gave me to another.

Now I must marry a savage.

A Northerner- the very thing I had been taught to hate.

I vow to never be his. I will never belong to Shay O’Reagan.

I will defy him every step of the way.

He may lay claim to my body, but he will never own my heart.

Shay

In order to secure my place in the Irish Mafia, I agree to an arranged marriage.

A marriage with a willing bride, one groomed to be the wife of a mafia king.

What I get is a redheaded beauty hell bent on my destruction.

Turns out, she was meant to be the perfect mafia wife- just not mine.

That treacherous detail doesn’t stop me from wanting her.

From needing to taste her ruby red lips.

The fire that blazes in her defiant eyes lights a desire inside of me that demands I claim her as my own.

While she wastes my time defying me with every breath, the North rises up demanding retribution for a crime that was buried a long time ago.

The clock is ticking as I battle a war around me and within my own walls. Every minute takes us both closer to certain death.

I’m unsure of who my true allies are and where my enemies are hiding. There’s only one thing I’m certain of.

I will never give up.

I will fight to the end, no matter the cost.

I am a King and I will die on my feet.

“Mafia King” is the second book in the Young Irish Rebel Series. It is a Dark Mafia Arranged Romance, complete with HEA and no cliffhangers.

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Intro into Chapter One

The air is too thin. I can’t breathe. It’s like a swollen storm that’s all caught up inside me—rose-red blood blossoms on my once white wedding dress. My fingers play along the destructive substance as I drag air painfully into my lungs. The dress had been designed just for me. Every inch of the trim was done in lace, each stitch done by hand. It was truly a masterpiece that was smashed to pieces.

The room tilts, and I dig my hands deeper into the soft fabric to keep myself on the small navy stool. I focus on the white piano in front of me, the cover open, the white stool at an angle like it’s waiting to be played.

My vision blurs, and I close my eyes as I drag another breath in; it hitches on a sob that I can’t hold in any longer.

It’s their screams and panic that still pierces my mind. Hundreds of people fighting to get over each other, with love flying out the window, protection didn’t exist at that moment, as each person fought for their own safety.

Yet, all the while, he had stood at the altar staring at me. Knowing who was behind this.

It’s the look of absolute betrayal in Shay’s eyes that I will never forget.

Bending my head, I seal my lips together, so the scream doesn’t erupt from me. He hadn’t run like everyone else; he didn’t dive to the ground; instead, he stood before me in his dark suit, looking like a King that had just climbed off his horse, only to find out that there was nothing at all here for him to rule.

Footsteps pound along the wooden corridor, and I tuck my head deeper into my chest. Keep running, check other rooms. I’m not here.

My memory is filled with brown eyes widening before narrowing, while guns released countless rounds of ammunition. Hysteria reached its peak as everyone scrambled across church pews. Large golden candle holders collided with marble. The impact rattled the ground, but nothing rattled me like Shay.

Another sob has me slipping from the stool, and my hands touch the dark wooden floor. My polished nails drag along it as my mind grows more frantic as I replay the pain in Shay’s eyes. He no longer was a god with a shield around him. No, he became a man, made of flesh and bones. The moment he hit the ground, I knew the game was over.

I push my nails a little deeper until they bend and threaten to snap.

Right now, as I sob on the floor, the thought that races through my mind is: What have you done, Noel?

What have I done?

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