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Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

[BOOK1] What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel? After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night. He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath. But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? Will he expose her? Or will he use the secret to his advantage? ... "How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance. "She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write." ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Other Works: •Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision) •Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress •Gabriella's Hellfire: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Book 2 of The De Luca Mafia Series) •Giovanni's Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Book 3 of The De Luca Mafia Series) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me and follow all my socials: linktr.ee/nixxxie *Licensed cover image ~~~~~~~~~~~ Proofreader/Editors: Filledelisle Swaning

NixxxiE · Urban
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556 Chs

A Surprise Visitor

"…told I have to wake you up, or you'd be asleep for twenty-four hours straight if I didn't." Gael's gentle voice graced above Angela, his hand brushing delicious circles on her bareback. Laying feather-light kisses all over her face and neck, he pulled her into his chest at the same time that she nuzzled her face against it.

Still disoriented, Angela asked, "What time is it?"

He checked the time on his watch that rested on his nightstand. "7:24."

She groaned, burying her face into his neck, seemingly unwilling to get up.

"How are you feeling?"

"Like I was hit by a train."

"Does your head hurt?"

"A little."

"You need to eat then. You didn't really eat last night."

"But I don't want to get up." Her voice was muffled against his skin.

"I know. I'd bring you food here but…you'll feel much better if you get up and eat with me at the table. Food is ready. So go wash up and meet me outside. Okay?"