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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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A Step Closer (2)

"I'm supposed to go to Brooklyn today." Gael glanced at the window. It wasn't snowing, but he bet there were a few inches of snow on the ground. He checked his phone for news for a bit, and it was dangerous to drive today. The streets would get cleared, but he thought it would be better to call his father instead of going over.

He turned to Angela. "I'll just work from here for a few hours. You don't mind. Do you?"

"Of course not." She shook her head. "I have some reading and emails to catch up on anyway."

"Okay. I'll go make us some breakfast." He sat up and started to move away, only to be stopped when she held his arm. She bit her bottom lip, looking hesitant for whatever she wanted to tell him. "What is it?" he asked.

She swallowed, keeping her gaze low instead of looking at him. "Aren't you going to ask me? You know… About last night—er, I mean at dawn…in the kitchen?"