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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

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The De Luca Men

Wednesday — January 23

Gael and Giovanni were at the Phantom's Empire that evening. They were so worn out after chasing Morgan around the city the whole day. The old geezer thought he'd savor the moment that the De Lucas were hell-bent on buying him out of the company. Gael was on the brink of losing his patience, and so was Giovanni.

The three of them had brunch at an Indian Gastro Bar called Taj Masala in Lower Manhattan in the morning. It was one of Morgan's favorite places to eat—because it was rated three over four dollar signs in some food blog. Gael thought it was overly expensive for what it was. He'd tasted authentic Indian cuisine cooked by Aunties just a few minutes on foot from his brownstone in Brooklyn—with an unassuming interior and plastic tables and chairs. He loved that more than the overrated expensive Gastro Bar.