Mafia Prince

He’s next in line to RULE the Irish Mafia. She’s off limits, an outsider. But, when trouble lands her at his feet, he takes the opportunity to have what he truly wants—her.

Jack

I’m the son of Liam O’Reagan, next in line to wear the crown.
And when I prove myself worthy, I will RULE over the Irish Mafia.
I don’t have time for distractions—much less time for a woman who has always been the bane of my existence.
When Maeve comes back into my life, I fight like hell to resist the pull she has on me.
An attraction that has only grown stronger with time.
But, when trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want.
I offer her a deal.
I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed.
One night of submission.
One night to have her completely at my mercy.
If only I had known my battle with Maeve would start a war.



Maeve


Jack is the only one who can help me.
Too bad, he hates me.
But I have no choice but to go to him.
It turns out, hate is a powerful motivator, and I just handed him a way to punish me.
He offers me his help—for a price.
Everything in his world has a price.
One night in his bed.
He’s everything a woman would want, so this should be easy.
Only, I’m a virgin, and he terrifies me.
I should run, but I won’t.
I can’t.
I just pray this one night doesn’t destroy us both.

Vengeance in Blood

I married my enemy’s daughter.If I can’t make him pay for his sins… she will.

Valachi, the name of a rival mafia family, was the last word on my mother’s dying lips.After years of careful deceit and planning, my moment of revenge has finally arrived. The head of the Valachi family has died, leaving his innocent daughter vulnerable. She is forced to take my hand in an arranged marriage. By the time she learns my true identity, it will be too late. As her new husband, I will have complete control over her. I am the enemy in her bed. Her naive happily ever after will become a nightmare as I use her to seize power, and enact my final revenge.

Crown of Light and Ashes

I stepped into the Shadow Court to save my brother. I didn't expect to walk out as the bride of the monster who killed the man I loved.

Kaan is the ruthless Lord of Shadows—ancient, merciless, and terrifyingly beautiful. He murdered Aslan with a smile on his lips and my name on his tongue. Then he claimed me as payment for a blood debt.

Now, I'm his wife in black silk and silver chains. Owned. Caged. Watched.

And on our wedding night, he doesn't ask. He takes—my body, my breath, my resistance—until I break. His mouth. His rules. His shadows, wrapping around me like a noose.

I swore I'd kill him. Instead, I'm moaning his name in the dark.

Because monsters like him don't make love. They unmake you. But Kaan doesn't want love. He wants devotion. He wants me to beg.

And the worst part? I think I will.

When Kings Rise

My rivals are Dons; I am a King.

Three brides have been chosen for my pleasure and displeasure. One of them will become a King’s consort; the others will be discarded.

Until my decision is made, I get to feast on them all.

They are mine.

After the demise of my uncle, the O’Sullivan family has yet to choose the new Don. With two brothers and a vengeful, unhinged cousin also vying for the position, tension is rising in an already dangerous business.

Especially since no one knows that I’m responsible for my uncle’s disappearance.

Enter the Hands of Kings, a global cult with the ability to replace CEOs, Presidents, and Popes. And their leader, Victor, has his eye on me.

Few men were made to be Kings and Victor has plans for me, plans that do not require my approval.

But an unseen enemy is hiding and they know my secrets. They are manipulating the people around me with the intention of taking my crown.

A King is not so easily dethroned, especially when threats are made toward me and mine.

No one shall have my brides.

When Kings Rise is a dark mafia romance, intensified by the presence of a cult, with mature themes, mature language, and very mature steam.

Mafia Crown

Kieran

They call me “Kill” for a reason.

Loyalty, blood, and fear are my currency, and I’ve spent years perfecting my craft.

The Walsh family trusts me to clean up their messes, no questions asked. But when I see her picture—with those big defiant eyes—I hesitate. Hazel isn’t supposed to matter. She’s just a loose end, a witness I’m ordered to silence.

But something about her reminds me of what I’ve buried deep—a part of me that wants something more than this cold, violent life. I can’t afford distractions. Yet here she is, turning my world upside down with every fiery word and every moment of misplaced courage.

She’s a problem I should eliminate. Instead, I’m keeping her alive.

Hazel

I was in the wrong place at the wrong time. One moment, I’m walking my dog along a quiet street. The next, I’m running for my life after witnessing a murder I’ll never forget.

Now Kieran Brady, the most feared enforcer in the Irish Mafia, has me trapped.

He’s cold, calculating, and utterly terrifying—but there’s something beneath his rough exterior that confuses me. A flicker of humanity. A man who seems to hate what he’s become even as he clings to it.

I should hate him. I should fear him. But as days blur into nights and danger closes in, I can’t stop seeing the cracks in his armor. He’s broken, brutal... and I might be falling for him anyway.

As his loyalty is brought into question, one wrong move could destroy us both. But the real question is, when the dust settles, will Kieran kill me—or will he risk everything to save me?

DARK

A debt is owed, and he takes me as payment.

HER

When my father runs up too much debt, I pay the price.

I’ve been sold.

Sold to a man who vows to break me.

A man who keeps his face hidden from me, even as his dark desires awaken mine.

It wasn’t my debt to pay, but he took me, anyway.

He said he would have his payment, even if it cost me my soul.

HIM

I run the club.

If someone steps out of line, they either work for me or disappear.

But when a local man runs up too much debt, I take his daughter as payment.

She is mine to do with as I please.

I will have her completely; mind, body, and soul.

Nothing would please me more than breaking her.

I didn’t think I would feel for her.

I didn’t think I could love again.

Now I might be the one who ends up broken.

Sinner's Vow

HE WOULD BURN DOWN THE CITY FOR JUST ONE KISS.

Aidan

Following the death of our father, my brothers and I find ourselves on uneven ground. We are reduced to nothing more than puppets controlled by our uncle Frank, the new leader of the South Irish Mafia. In order to reinstate our foothold in the Irish Mafia, I agree to an arranged marriage. I will stop at nothing to retain the title that belongs to us. But the moment I lay eyes on Raven Collins, I know that she is dangerous. So dangerous that I keep my distance. That is, until she seeks me out, demanding my attention.The closer she gets to me, the higher the body count grows. Until all her secrets are exposed, and I vow to protect her no matter the cost. Even if we are left standing in the ashes of the Irish Mafia.

Raven

Six months of marriage to Aidan Murphy and then I've won my freedom. Not just mine, but my sister's, too.This isn't my first marriage-- the first was to the Bratva, and I barely survived. Now, my father has handed me to the Irish Mafia. Aidan Murphy is a lethal man, one who owns me. And the one who will kill me once he learns why I've been sent to him.I need to stay focused and get what I came here for. Before Aidan discovers the truth behind my lies. Once I do, I win our freedom.In order to do what my father demands, I have to get close to Aidan. But the closer I get to him, the more I realize that betraying Aidan will cost me my heart.

Freedom comes with a heavy price tag. One I'm not sure we can afford...

The keys rattle in the door, and I press my foot to the base of the wood that normally gets jammed. Years of forcing the door open this way have damaged the base further; any day it could cave in. Pushing the door open, I hold my breath. I know the drill by now. Being away in college all week leaves my mother and brother alone, and they can barely keep themselves alive.
“Mom,” I call as I force the door closed behind me. It takes three attempts before the lock slides into place, sealing me into the house. I step around the pile of cardboard that’s being stacked against the skirting board. The yellow floor tiles are neglected and grubby.
The moment I step into the kitchen, I drop my bag on the floor. The table is flooded with plates with food caked onto them - the type that will take an hour of steeping to remove. I lift a pile of unopened mail and drop it back down as I scan all the empty vodka and wine bottles. Walking around the table, I force the window open and let some air filter in to try and get rid of the smell.
“Mom.” I call louder as I open the back door and place a chair behind it to hold it open. My heart leaps as Sandy pounces off the counter and races out the back door. I don’t even look at the counters to see what the cat’s been doing. Takeaway bags and opened food are stacked high. It always looks like this when I get back from college. My weekend will be cleaning, working at the local grocery store, and trying to get some homework done.
Sandy’s silver bowls are empty on the floor. I don’t want to stay in the kitchen any longer, but I’m not cruel either. Opening the cupboard, I take out a moldy loaf of bread and place it on the counter. Pushing aside red sauce and some jam, I stare into emptiness. I close the cupboard and move onto the next, which holds a bag of sugar and some salt.
Sandy has re-entered the kitchen and cries up at me as she circles around my ankles.
“Yeah, I’m working on it.” Kneeling down, I open the bottom cupboard and grin at the bag of cat food. Sandy leaps up on my knee, and I swipe her off.
“Here we go.” I barely get the food into the bowl before Sandy’s eating them. Filling up her water dish, I call my mother again before leaving the kitchen.
“Mom.” She must be passed out somewhere. The sitting room door is closed, and I push it open. It takes my eyes a moment to adjust to the darkness, but once they do, I wish I could step out of the room—the air freezes in my lungs and the ground under me shifts. A man stands over my bleeding brother. My brother’s gray t-shirt—that’s nearly threadbare—is coated in flecks of his blood. His jeans hang off his thin frame. My gaze bounces around the scarcely furnished sitting room before landing on my mother. The air re-enters my system, and I try to control my racing heart. My mother is in a heap in the corner. Her wild eyes won’t settle on anything. Mascara runs down her worn-out face. I’m tempted to step closer to her, but a shove to my back sends a shiver up my spine. The gun is nudged into my back again until I’m standing in the center of the room.
“What have we got here?”