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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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Tasting Every Color of the Rainbow

A tiny gasp escaped Angela's lips a nanosecond before they met Gael's. She didn't even have the time to think when his mouth was already on hers. Before she knew it, her eyes had closed.

He was kissing her. And he didn't only kiss her once. Twice. Thrice. He's still there, and all she could do was freeze on the spot like an idiot.

Wasn't this what she wanted? Wasn't she craving for this? Her heart started to race as she was stunned by what was happening. Her stupid mouth ran its course without her brain when she dared him earlier and now it's being punished along with her heart. But who was she kidding? This wasn't a punishment now, was it?

The room was still and quiet—the only sound that she could hear was her own heartbeat ramming in her ear. And then he stopped. And she wished he hadn't.