The Irish Redemption

About the book

God, this life wasn't what I asked for. I was just trying to make ends meet, keep my head down, and pay the rent.

But then I stumbled upon him - lifeless in that dingy motel bathtub. And that's when his brother found me.

Cormac's grip is rough as he snatches me in the dead of night. His eyes blaze with more than just sorrow.

"Tell me everything you know," he commands, refusing to let me go even after I spill my secrets.

It's strange how being held captive by him feels like a twisted kind of salvation, shielding me from my haunted past.

With the Russians suspecting me as a spy and the Italians wanting me silenced, I'm just trying to survive amidst powerful men and their murderous vendettas.

His family's estate should feel like a prison, yet it doesn't. When did his fury morph into something that quickens my pulse?

I resent how his touch ignites my flesh. Even more so, I despise how I yearn for it in his absence.

The same hands that deal death now caress my form with reverence.

I never intended to need this devil of a man, but here we are.

Now, they're after us. My blood has already painted these streets.

And the assassin who took his brother's life won't rest until I'm another tally in his body count.

This isn't a fairytale - it's a death wish entangled in forbidden desires.

But the Irish devil has claimed me as his own, and I've already surrendered my soul.

It's not a question of whether I'll survive loving Cormac Gifford.

It's a question of whether any of us will withstand the wrath he'll unleash when they try to tear me from his grasp.

Author's Note:
This mafia romance delves into themes of possessiveness, abduction, obsession, power dynamics, steamy encounters, and a perilous criminal empire. Not for the faint-hearted.