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Mafia Boss

The Accidental Mafia Queen Book 1

by Khardine Gray

Genre: Contemporary Mafia Romance 

From USA Today Bestselling author Khardine Gray comes a sexy, delightfully devilish, seductive Mafia Romance series. Enter the alluring world of the ruthless and the dangerous with book one.

Luc

Better to be at the right hand of the devil than in his path…

When you come from a crime family, you have a name to live up to.

My enemies know I'm a bastard who shows no mercy—exactly the cold-hearted don my father would want me to be. Except we're not the ones in charge. Yet…

The Boss wants me to take over his billion-dollar business, and the only way that's happening is if I can win the heart of his cop daughter.

I planned to treat her just like all the other women who meant nothing to me, until I met her and everything changed.

Money and Power. That was all this was supposed to be about… Falling in love wasn't part of the plan.

Neither was finding out that her father has a hidden agenda, and I'm just a pawn in his game.

Amelia

Running…

Running away again. That was me.

Always running from something. Running from my past and the terrible, dark, family secrets.

Running away from myself, from the person I was and who I used to be.

Now I’m running from my heart. It betrayed me and fell for the devil.

Luc… A mobster, a criminal.

The type of man I never wanted to end up with.

The mobster, the criminal, who called me his goddess and worshiped the ground I walked on.

I shouldn’t want him…because loving this man would be my worst nightmare.

Loving this man could destroy me.

But… I couldn’t resist him…

I wish I could…

MAFIA BOSS is The Godfather and The Sopranos with the sexy edge of a drool-worthy Alpha male.

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Mafia Boss is the first book in The Accidental Mafia Queen trilogy. Lucian and Amelia’s intriguing, sexy, story continues in Mafia Scars and completes in Mafia Love.

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Forgiveness of sin...

My sins...

That was the part where I’d become stuck. The concept popped up several times as I’d read the Holy Bible. Right from Genesis. Wow my parents, my mother in particular would have been proud. The circumstances for which I’d read it however would have overshadowed the triumph. But still she would have been proud, both of them. Even though I’d gotten nearly to the end and had now decided to park it. It wasn’t for me. This... this me reading the bible was like a methaphor for my life. I was nearly at the end of it. Nearly at the end and wondering what I could do to change things. I still had the power, but with power came responsibility. So, did I spend the rest of my days using what little time I had left to gain God’s forgiveness? Is that what the Don of the Rossi family should do? Forgiveness of sin... my sins. Last night I think I’d hit a stumbling block when I realised that it was a little too late for me, and there was better use of my time. Trying to get forgiveness was better reserved for those who had the standard normal family. Vanilla life. I could imagine a man with a wife, two kids, a dog like the one from Peter Pan. They’d live in a neat little house that didn’t show indulgence. The garden would be immaculate because the wife would tend to it herself. The flowers and all that other shit.  he husband would cut the lawn. They’d go to church on Sunday and be the goodly neighbours the Good Lord intended them to be. Most of all they would be classed by all as good people. I did not have that and sometimes it really was too late to change things. The change had to start in the heart and mine had been filled with darkness years ago. Probably from birth. I had a wife once. I think she loved me at some point before she died. And I had a kid. A daughter. That child was the apple of my eye. She loved me at some point too, until the day when her eyes were opened to something else that was beyond my control. When truly loved someone you had to know when to let them go. To me though, you also had to know when it was time to bring them back to the fold. Here lay the reason for my state of flux. When a man was dying he had time to think about his life. Suddenly it was all he would think about. Did he change his ways so that he could go back to meet his maker with a clear conscience, so that his records would be white as snow? Like the bible put it. Or, would he do what he could to make sure his

family got taken care of? That was the question on my mind last night as I closed my eyes and when I woke up this morning the answer came to me. A knock sounded at the door. I straightened up in my chair and rested back against the padded leather. I couldn’t look as sick as felt in front of these people. They’d known me forever but were like sharks and would turn on me at the first sign of weakness. I was passing the torch but I still had to maintain the presence of power and control. This was my choice, to take care of my family. To make sure the control and power passed in the way that I wanted it. This was the only way that I knew she would be safe. My daughter, my Amelia. It was a nice thought to think I could change. But I had to sacrifice God’s grace for her. It would be my last act as her father. A father that had to step outside of the relms of what was normal to do what he thought was best. “Come in.” I called out, templing my fingers and holding my elbows at my side. The door opened and Marcus came into my office with Lucian and Cladius, his two sons. Marcus was my oldest friend, we went through life together and bore each other’s secrets. Too many secrets. His sons were like my own. I’d known them from birth and they’d stepped in at a time when I needed to play father. The brothers, however, could not have been more different if they tried. Both were leaders. That was a truth. They both had strong qualities. But there was only one that I had in mind for a number of reasons. They sat in the three chairs before me. Marcus smiled and nodded his head in reverence to me. “This won’t take long.” I announced. “We don’t have time for any length of discussion.” “As you wish Raphael,” Marcus replied. Claudius straightened up with that smug attitude I’d grown used to for the last fifteen years. I liked the way he thought I was going to chose him, even though he’d given me no real reason to.

Lucian... Luc, as we called him, on the other hand sat in a similar fashion to me with his fingers templed and a contemplative look on his face. He wanted this more than Claudius and so... “Luc, I chose you.” I said that relly slow and purposefully. While Marcus looked pleased, Claudius bolted up straight, anger filling his face and turning his pale skin red. “Luc, how could you chose him?” Claudius challenged. All I did was give him the look, and the man immeadiately knew his place. I watched the anger simmer as he tried to control himself in front of me. He knew that it didn’t matter who he was, but challenge me again and he’d end up with a limb missing, or dead. I didn’t like those who had no respect, and I didn’t tolerate insolence either. I focused my attention back to Luc who still had that contemplative look on his face. “Luc, what say ye?” I asked. “Thank you.” Came his simple reply. And that was the difference between Luc and Claudius. Luc could control himself for good or for bad. I knew this choice would drive a wedge between them as brothers and they weren’t exactly close as it was. They were like oil and water but did their best when Marcus was around. Luc the oil and Claudius the water. Oil stayed in control of itself and did not bend at the will of emotion. It only mixed itself out when the contions were right, and at the right moment. Water on the other hand flowed everywhere and tried to overpower everything in its wake. There was no control, just movemet. I needed oil, not water. I needed Luc, not Claudius. Because when it called for it he would only take care of himself. Jump ship and leave those who mattered to sink. Luc on the other hand would be a true captain and go down with the ship if he needed to. He knew how to handle a situation. He thought first before he acted. That was the person I needed here because this whole thing with me simply choosing who would take my place had become a lot bigger than me in the last twenty four hours. I couldn’t even tell them that. Because I didn’t know the full extent of the situation at hand. As leader of the most powerful family in Chicacgo I’d come to trust my instincts and feelings. That was how I still kept us going. That was how I kept us in power and out of the hands of those who would take it. “Any questions before I continue?” I asked Luc. In the corner of my eye I could see Claudius’ anger. “No.” Luc shook his head. I smiled. “Nothing whatsoever Lucian?” Again he shook his head. “I’m good. When do I start?” At least that was one question. “There are some terms I’d like you to meet, and you will only become leader once you’ve met them.” It was show time. Marcus instantly looked thrown. He didn’t expect me to say that. “What sort of terms?” Luc asked, his bright blue eyes staring into me with keen intrests. “This has always been a family busoness. The Rossi’s go way back. I never had a son to carry on my name, and as you know my brother and his son died years ago. That left me in sole charge and I’m willing to pass the Rossi name, but not the tradition of keeping the business in the family.” It was now that Luc looked unnerved. Marcus looked upset. I think he realised where I was going with this conversation. “And how do you propose we do that?” Marcus asked. It was a challenge but his tone was kept under control unlike when Claudius lost his temper. “Amelia.” “She wants nothing to do with us.” Marcus replied. “She may have had a change of heart.” I nodded firmly knowing that my answer was bull shit. Amelia wanted nothing to do with us indeed. Nothing to do with me. But that didn’t change anything. She needed to snap out of her hated, and disregard for our way of life. “Amelia? What about her?” Luc asked. Of course he would want to know that. I’d known Marcus for many years and his family but they were based in LA for a many years and came to Chicago a year after Amelia left. The need at the time called for it. Luc was five years older than her and they’d never met. They would have to get on though, or else I wasn’t passing anything. I needed to make sure she would be safe. If what I thought was happening was indeed happening I needed to know that my girl was safe. I didn’t care by what means or that she hated me. I needed to make sure that my last act in this world in my God given right as a father was making sure that my child was safe. My girl was twenty eight years old now, not the little girl who used to run around in the garden with her mother, or see me as the best thing in the world. But, she was still my child. Luc was the best man to take care of her and do what he saw fit with the business. “Amelia, my daughter.” “I thought she left years ago, never to return. What plans do you have Rapheal?” Luc said. I really liked this guy and I wished this meeting was taking place under better circumstances. I liked that he had the ability to adapt to my ever changing emotion and not piss me off like his brother always did. “Luc, in order to be leader and take over our cherished family business, of which you have been a part of for the last fifteen years you will have to marry my daughter.” That was the plan. My plan. My task. Luc narrowed his eyes and pressed his thin lips together. “I have to marry amelia in order to take over from you.” I laughed and the winced at the same time as a bout of pain rushed through me making me double over. I opened my mouth to talk but started coughing. Marcus moved over to the mini fridge and grabbed me a drink of water. I sipped at it straight away and whipped my mouth with the back of my hand. Something red dripped on the table. Blood. Shit. That started yesterday. I thought I’d bit my tongue or the inside of my cheek but quickly realised that I hadn’t. This was from the cancer and the weakness it was causing all over my body. While Claudius watched me trying to find a piece of tissue, Luc got the box of tissues from the bookshelf and handed it to me. He didn’t look like he relished in my demise. In fact he looked sad for me. “I have to marry Amelia in order to take over from you?” It was a question this time. “Yes, those are my terms. Do you accept?” Luc held my gaze with those bright blue eyes and nodded. “I accept.” Good. It was time for action.

Mafia Scars

The Accidental Mafia Queen Book 2

From USA Today Bestselling author Khardine Gray comes a sexy, delightfully devilish, seductive Mafia Romance series. Continue your journey in the alluring world of the ruthless and the dangerous with book two.

I was the devil. The worst kind of man for her.

I knew the truth would make her hate me. But, I still wanted her to be mine.

My goddess.

Damn, I’d never wanted a woman the way I wanted her.

One simple kiss could scorch my mind clean of everything I knew. That was what she did to me. She took me out of the real world, where I was a mobster and she was a cop.

I was the imposter who lied to her…

Her father gave me a task: marry his daughter and get everything.

Marry the daughter of the mafia king and get everything. The whole billion-dollar fortune.

Greed made me say yes, and love blinded me to the danger we were in.

The web of lies I got myself tangled in was the least of my worries because her life was in danger.

She had a target on her back.

Blood for blood, that’s the worst kind of mark you can get in my world.

It means death. Someone has to die…

I may be the devil and the worst kind of guy for this angel of a woman, but I’ll die trying to save her.

I will be her savior, and God help those who come for her.

Mafia Scars is the second book in The Accidental Mafia Queen trilogy. Lucian and Amelia’s intriguing, sexy, story continues in this book and completes in Mafia Love. 

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I became a cop because of what had happened to me, and what had happened to my mother. I knew it must have killed my father to find that one out, but I didn’t care. The day I decided that was what I wanted to do was the day when it all felt right. It felt right at the time. It felt like my way of doing something good in this world, for whatever part I could play. Even if deep down being a cop didn’t feel like the real me. The only time when it didn’t feel like me was when I was with Luc. I didn’t know if the irony in that was down to the fact that Luc was a mobster and the universe was trying to give me some weird messed-up warning, or if maybe it was real. The man brought out a side of me that I’d buried and didn’t want to acknowledge. He said things and knew how to reach me, but that could have been my father’s doing. He could have simply told him all he needed to know about me to charm me out of my dignity. “It didn’t seem that way. It seemed like you lov—” “No.” I cut her off before she could finish the word. “No.” I didn’t want to even thing about that damn word. Love. No, not for me. Love was an enemy emotion to someone like me who’d lived so much disappointment and had trust issues. Love opened me up for disaster, and weakness. What I had to do now was move on, and as far as these people who were after me were concerned, I had to find some way to eliminate them before anyone else got hurt. I’d have to look for them myself. Gigi pressed her lips together in a thin line, then sighed. “Okay.” The doorbell rang, and I frowned knowing who it was. Gigi frowned too. Sinclaire had been coming by every damn day since Luc left. He was the one who’d found out about Luc and raised the alarms about him.

He knew I was pissed off about that. I wasn’t sure if his daily visits were attempts to gain my forgiveness, or if he was still trying to convince me that I should be with him. “What are you going to do about him?” Gigi raised a sharp brow. She didn’t like Sinclaire. Gigi thought he was an arrogant bastard who thought he owned the world. “He’s just checking on me.” “Right, I’m supposed to believe that. The man wants to get in your pants. It’s very obvious. And no doesn’t seem to be a strong enough word for him.” She twisted her jaw when the bell rang again and got up. “I’ll get it. Maybe I can fend him off with a curse. I’ll threaten to give him warts on his dick or something.” I chuckled at that. Gigi was serious though. True to her Romani heritage, Gigi had followed her Wiccan traditions and believed in spells and curses. Mostly, the whole thing annoyed the heck out of me, but sometimes it was entertaining. Sinclaire, however, didn’t deserve warts on his dick.

I knew he was just doing the right thing, something I couldn’t have done. I was mainly pissed at him for his motives in doing it. He saw Luc as his competition and a threat. Gigi went to answer the door but never came back into the breakfast room to finish off her food. Sinclaire came in instead with that hopeful look on his face. “Hi, I came by to see if you needed anything before work,” he began. Like every other day when I saw him, I felt hurt by what he had done. And my mind saw him as the person who made Luc go away.

“I don’t need anything. Thanks.” I tucked my hair behind my ear and looked away from him. He came closer, pulled up Gigi’s chair, and sat down right in front of me. Our knees touched, and he reached out to take my hand. I didn’t pull back. “I’m sorry,” he breathed, holding my gaze. “What are you sorry for?” “About Luc.” It looked like it pained him to say that. “What exactly are you sorry for in regard to Luc? The part where seconds after you found out that he wasn’t really Luc Smith, you went and told Roose? Or is it the part where you didn’t consider that I could be hurt by what happened? Hurt by the truth.”   pulled my hand away from his and moved to the kitchen window. I looked outside to the back garden of my neighbors on the other street. Sinclaire joined me and placed his hand on my waist, turning me to face him. “All of it. I just want us to at the very least go back to how we used to be. Can we do that?” I gazed up into his sea-green eyes. Seeing the wealth of his feelings for me, I didn’t know how I could agree to that. How we used to be was this. We were friends, really good friends, but he wanted more. More than I could give him even before I’d met Luc. And worse now that I had. Months ago, when Luc first arrived, the day Luc arrived, Sinclaire had been shot. It nearly killed me when I thought I’d lost him. Another person I would have lost to gun violence. To say that I felt nothing for him would be a lie, but what I felt was the depth of that friendship and the extent to which I cared for him. When he looked at me like he was now, it made me wonder if I was completely crazy. We’d known each other forever, worked together on the same team for years, trusted each other. I knew him. Knew he wasn’t a bad person, knew he wasn’t a mobster and would always do the right thing, no matter what. So why didn’t I want him the way he wanted me? His eyes dropped from mine to my lips, then to the exposed flesh of my chest, and to my breasts. That was when he looked back up quickly and planted a kiss on my forehead. He released the light hold he had on me and backed away, turning to go. “Yes,” I said just as he was about to go through the door. He stopped, turned back to me and searched my eyes. “Yes?” “Yes. I want to move forward.” I wanted to move forward and needed to. For my own sanity. “Me too. I care about you a lot, and it kills me to have this tension between us. I miss …us. I miss the way we were before.” That was one thing I completely agreed with. We had a different sort of friendship. Different to how I was with Max, my supposed ex-partner. Max who was still in Florida with his family because my father arranged for him to be there so Luc could step in and get close to me. What a damn mess. All I knew was Max and his family were safe and would be staying where they were for the moment. Or perhaps a better way to put it was, they’d be there until they were told to come home. It all made me crazy and the tension got worst every day. Sinclaire was the guy that had kept me sane through all these years. Maybe because there was some element of us that had gone past friendship and that wasn’t something I shared with Max. “I miss us too.” I confessed, bringing my hands together and knitting my fingers. A gentle smile pulled at the corner of his mouth. “So, that means I should have coffee ready when you get to the office?” “Yeah.” I managed a smile, but that was all.

He tipped his head and left. I released the breath I’d been holding and leaned down on the counter. Images of Luc filled my mind, again. He was always there in my mind. Never far away. Luc. Luc, why can’t I get you out of my head and forget you? He was so bad for me. A mobster, someone who worked for my father. Someone powerful enough to take over the family business from the mafia king. He was someone I needed to forget.

Mafia Love

The Accidental Mafia Queen Book 3

From USA Today Bestselling author Khardine Gray comes a sexy, delightfully devilish, seductive Mafia Romance series. Immerse yourself in the conclusion of the alluring world of the ruthless and the dangerous.

Luc

The hour of reckoning was upon us…

Amelia’s life was in danger.

Amelia, my goddess.

The time to watch the situation had long passed.

Now, it was time to change things up.

Time for me to change.

Love made me go soft and allow the image and handle I had on things to slip out of my grasp.

I needed to find myself. Now more than ever.

All the secrets were jumping straight out of the closet. Right into the open for all to see.

We weren’t playing games anymore.

It was time for war. It was time to become the devil I was.

Amelia

No more games, no more lies.

No more running from the past.

No more running from who I used to be.

I knew I would lose my soul when I fell for Luc.

I was a cop, and he was a mobster. Love lured me to the dark side.

We could pretend to be whoever we wanted to be, but truth was truth.

The games were over and right now I couldn’t see past the darkness that waited for me.

Mafia Love is the final book in The Accidental Mafia Queen trilogy. Scroll up and one click to start this sizzling hot mafia romance today!

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“I thought you were sleeping,” I moved to sit next to her on the bed. Amelia hugged her knees to her chest. The motion caused the delicate straps of her negligee to slip down her shoulders. “I was,” she replied, voice faint and weary. “I just woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. There were voices in the house, strange people… just like before.” “Before?” I didn’t know what she meant. “The night my mother died. My father’s men came here. It was the first time I saw what we were… Not normal.” She looked troubled. “Amelia—” She stopped me with a kiss. She moved so quickly to my lips that I didn’t even register what she was doing. I was about to launch into my strength pep talk from earlier, but the kiss robbed me of my thoughts. She moved and shuffled so that she was in my lap, then those long golden legs wrapped around me as she straddled me.

I kissed her back with the same passion she fed me, indulging in her hot, wet mouth, indulging in the taste of her. Indulging in her and all that made this woman mine. “Luc, make love to me.” Her whisper was like a feather-soft caress on my lips. “I want it like how it was before, when we were just wild and free and indulged in each other.” “Here?” I was very aware that this was her bedroom and Raphael was nearby. “You sure we won’t give your father a heart attack?” I didn’t know where the strength came from to chuckle, but I did. She moved back and gave me a sassy look that oozed seduction. When she reached for the hem of that already sexyas- hell negligee and pulled the thing over her head to unveil her beautiful naked body, my heart stilled and my cock instantly hardened.

The vision of her sexiness was enhanced when she loosened the band holding her hair up in a ponytail and that gorgeous mass of hair tumbled down her shoulders and over her fully rounded breasts. My eyes zeroed in on her taut strawberry-pink nipples begging to be sucked. “You can touch me if you want to Lucian. I swear my dad won’t come in here. His room’s several doors down.” She smiled as I continued to stare. “You’re looking at me like it’s the first time you’ve seen me naked.” “It’s always like the first time, and yes, I will touch you.” I absolutely fucking would. “Lie down and open your legs. I want to make you feel good. Make you forget everything.” She did as I asked, resting back against the stack of pillows and opening her legs. She was a beautiful, sexy sight and all mine for the taking. The pretty little pink thong she wore just enhanced the vision of her. Her wearing nothing but that, hair sprawled out around her and that golden skin stark against the pink lace. I backed off my jacket and took hold of her tiny waist as I moved onto the bed. In that instant, I got sucked into the temptation of her, and I was the one who forgot everything. Damn, I forgot it all. Where we were, who we were, what we were. I was just Luc, the man who wanted her to be mine, and I hoped like hell she just felt like Amelia. My goddess.

Khardine Gray is a contemporary romance author who lives in England with her husband, two kids, and three crazy ferrets.

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