Out of work and down on her luck, Lucie Rizzo is forced to do the one thing she’s long avoided—move home to her nutty, mob-infested family. A move that brings her back into the tempting arms of Frankie Falcone, the ex that never fails to make her heart sit up and beg. When Lucie parlays her temporary dog-walking gig into a career making fancy dog accessories, Frankie becomes her number one supporter. Life starts to look like a walk in the park…until three of her bling-wearing clients are dogjacked. Despite help from the on-again, off-again Mr. Fix-It in her life, Lucie is thrown into an investigation that’s more Goodfellas than good doggie. One that could shatter her new life and her second chance at love.

(Previously titled Dog Collar Knockoff) Being stuck in the old neighborhood is the last thing reluctant mob princess Lucie Rizzo wants. With her new business on the verge of success—bada bing!—she’s ready to go from unemployed to entrepreneur. Lucie’s determined to make a name for herself. One not tarnished by her dad’s mobster rep. So when an art deal she brokered between clients turns suspicious, it’s up to Lucie to uncover the truth. She might not know the difference between Monet and Manet, but Rizzos are no strangers to jail time—and Lucie refuses to be someone’s prison bitch. Unless that someone is a tall, blond and Irish cop. Detective Tim O’Brien might be on the wrong side of the law by Rizzo standards, but everything about him is oh-so-right. He’s not shy about making Lucie feel wanted, mafia ties and all. Even joining her crack—or crackpot—team on the trail of two paintings with equally shady origins.

(Previously titled Dog Collar Limbo) Lucie Rizzo’s life is...complicated. She’s worked hard to grow a legit business and leave behind the mob princess reputation. Now her mobster father is on parole, making things awkward at home—especially with her detective boyfriend. And thanks to an inescapable penchant for trouble, Lucie keeps stumbling into the wrong crime at the wrong time. But what could go wrong at a dog show? It’s the perfect venue for Lucie to score visibility for her brand—and some quality time with sexy Irish cop, Tim O’Brien. Until her favorite client is snatched by a mystery woman. This broad messed with the wrong hot-blooded family! No one steals from a Rizzo, and Lucie and her zany sidekicks will do anything to take back what’s theirs.

(Previously titled Dog Collar Couture) Mob princess turned entrepreneur Lucie Rizzo knows that when you hit rock bottom, the only way to go is up. Despite her family’s unshakable criminal reputation, Lucie’s new business is booming. And for once her love life isn’t far behind. Lucie devotes her days to building the Coco Barknell brand, but her nights are all about roguishly sexy Tim O’Brien. At least they will be if she and Detective O’Hottie finally take their relationship to the next level. But bring an Irish cop home to her mobster father? Fuggetaboutit. Then Lucie’s knack for finding trouble lands her in hot water—and the six o’clock news. Someone’s absconded with a million-dollar piece of cinematic costume history, with Lucie the only witness to the crime. Not to mention the prime suspect. To clear her name, she’ll need an assist from her entire wacky crew: friends, family…and future (hopefully) lover.

(Previously titled Dog Collar Chaos) Paris. Milan. New York. Franklin, Illinois? Aspiring design mogul and reluctant mob princess Lucie Rizzo dreams of taking the fashion world by storm. As the wisest of wiseguys will tell you, to go big, you have to start small. And a local charity fashion show provides the perfect chance to shine the spotlight on Coco Barknell. Not to mention the opportunity to work with the Don Corleone of pet products, Buzzy Sneider. But she didn’t earn that rank by being nice. Buzzy expects everyone to kiss her ring. When Coco Barknell designs start appearing on Buzzy’s website, Lucie wants to wring her thieving neck. Until somebody beats her to it. A dead celebrity plus a very public feud can only add up to trouble for a girl named Rizzo. Except it’s not Lucie the cops put behind bars, but her BFF—hotheaded creative diva, Roseanne. The evidence may be stacked against Ro, but Lucie and her zany crew will never let her go down without a fight.

(Previously titled Dog Collar Cuisine) Big business might be ruthless, but Lucie Rizzo learned to take the heat from the best: her mob boss father. Except instead of cooking the books, she’s mixing up her next moneymaking expansion. But her BFF-turned-partner isn’t sold on the idea. Ro is the creative genius—not to mention the boobs—of their operation, but Lucie has the discerning business palate. And this venture smells like sweet success. All they need is the right investor. French chef Antoine Durand made casseroles sexy again. His closely guarded secret recipe built a billion-dollar empire. He’s got the cred and the cash to turn Lucie’s dream into a reality. She gives him a taste of her proposal and Antoine’s about to bite, when a fire breaks out in his restaurant. And in the chaos, his priceless recipe is stolen. The number one suspect? Lucie. Because a girl can’t shake her criminal connections in this town. She might be a mob princess, but she’s no thief. And she’s certainly no blackmailer. Someone has beef with the chef. The Rizzo crew needs to find out who, before Antoine puts Coco Barknell out of business…and Lucie behind bars.

Mob princess Lucie Rizzo can’t catch a break. Or take one. Building a business empire is hard work, even without her family’s notoriety. Staying out of trouble isn’t exactly her forte. Still, Lucie could use a vacation from Chicago winters and the town where everybody knows her father’s name. So when a certain Irish cop promises warmer days—and hotter nights—Lucie sees an offer she can’t refuse. Detective O’Hottie sweeps her away to the land of sun, sand, and…retirees? Before the real romantic getaway begins, Tim wants to visit his Uncle Henry. Or, to be exact, Tim’s mom wants the goods on Henry’s new girlfriend. Ha! Family drama without a Rizzo involved. What could a sweet, 50-something woman be hiding? Not a lot, judging by the amount of cleavage on display. Holy cannoli, Henry’s Mattie could give Lucie’s bombshell BFF a run for her money. It’s more than just the skintight leopard print making Tim do a double take. The details don’t add up. Mattie’s not being completely honest—and Lucie smells a rat. Uncle Henry’s gal pal isn’t who she claims to be. But is Mattie playing a long con, or is she the victim? Either way, Lucie is getting caught in a dangerous game.