I grabbed the wrong bag at the airport carousel.... and then made a deal with the devil from my darkest fantasies. Picked out a dress. Accepted his ring. Walked down the aisle under the watchful eye…
Pretending to date my handsome new housemate was already a bad idea, but then I discover he’s no ordinary guy—he’s a mobster in hiding. And in this story, he’s not the hero, but the wicked villain.
Lane Haviland can't seem to catch a break. She's dead broke, barely functioning as an adult, and completely alone in New York City. Her so-called "apartment" is a six-by-nine cell in a Brooklyn baseme…
