When I leave a note for the mafia don at his table, I beg for his help. I never expect him to text back or to tell me he wants something in return…My dad’s got us into trouble again. His get-rich-quick schemes always mess up the family. Now, loan sharks are circling, and I’m unsure what to do. When I see Elio Marino at the restaurant where I am a waitress, I almost lose it. My mind. My soul. I fall hard, but I have to be smart. This isn’t a fairytale. He’s tall, way taller than me, ripped with muscle, mature, and brooding as hell. I know I can’t have what I want deep down, but I need his help to make the loan sharks back off. When I give him my number, I never expect his texts to get steamy. I never expect him to demand my address—demand to see me. I know I have to be smart about this. I’ve got no relationship experience. I’m a curvy virgin. I just want to save my family.His texts are getting more and more possessive. The loan sharks are gaining on us. Somehow, Elio is tied up in it all. I know I should listen to my head, but my heart is so damn loud. Texting Mr. Mafia is an insta-everything standalone romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger.

People say the mafia prince is a bad man, but he’s the only one who can save me… I’m being blackmailed. When I see the tall, handsome, older Luca Marino at the gym, I take a chance. I sneak him my cellphone number, praying he’ll call or text so I can beg for help. He agrees, but it comes with a steamy price. I’m not used to this sort of intensity. He’s possessive and jealous and, he affirms in his texts, hungry for me. I’m a virgin, ten times less experienced than him. And he expects so, so much. Making life more complicated, secrets lurk around every corner—secrets that consume my family and his. When the secrets clash with my desire and our budding, text-fueled relationship, I’m forced to make an impossible choice. Can ever I ever go back to being the shy, withdrawn woman I was before he lit up my mind and body? Or will the darkness of his mafia life tear us apart? \* Texting The Mafia Prince is an insta-everything standalone romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger. It features characters from Texting Mr. Mafia, but they can be read in any order.

He’s a mafia hitman, the only one who can save me, all because of a lie I told. Since Colt Walker gave me his number, I haven’t stopped thinking about the mysterious and dangerously attractive man. In a moment of desperation, I lie and tell him I’m being stalked, not expecting him to take it so seriously. Now, his protectiveness is off the charts, and his steamy texts are driving me wild. But I’m living on borrowed time with this secret. I’m out of my depth. He’s older, experienced, and carries an aura of authority I can’t resist. As someone who’s never been with a man, the thought of being with him is thrilling and terrifying. When I think I can keep up the facade, my past catches up with me. Thanks to my lie, Colt is there to protect me, promising, “I’ll never let anything happen to you. Ever.” What will he do when he finds out the truth? Can he ever forgive my deception, or will the revelation tear us apart? \ Texting the Mafia Hitman is an insta-everything, romance with a HEA, no cheating, and no cliffhanger. It can be read as a standalone but it's best read in order.*

He kidnapped me to save me, but now we must fight our desires, or risk losing everything. As a mafia princess, I have no choice when my father arranges my marriage to a terrifying stranger. But there's someone even more Dante Bianchi, the devastatingly handsome, ripped, and intensely brooding mafia enforcer working security the night my husband-to-be goes too far. To protect me, Dante must make me disappear. Trapped in his luxurious penthouse prison, with only a cell phone connecting me to the outside world, the simmering tension between us boils over into steamy encounters that make me question if I truly want to escape. But as we return to reality, we must bury our secrets. Can we hide the truth of that fateful night, or will the Family discover that Dante Bianchi killed a man for me, and tear us apart forever?