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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 Phantom's Empire

They were about to leave Susan's house, but a harsh wind blew past them, and Gael closed the door again. "It's too cold outside. You didn't bring any thicker coat with you, did you?" he asked.

When she shook her head, he went outside and retrieved a thick coat from the back of his car, jogged back inside, and gave it to her.

"What about you?" She tentatively held the coat.

"I'll be fine. I'm used to the cold."

"Don't be silly. You'll get sick." She pushed the coat back towards him.

"Now, you don't have to fight over a coat. Wait here," said Susan as she disappeared into a closet down the hall. When she came back, a coat hung on her arm. "Here. Take this, Dear. This has just been washed. I haven't been to Esmea in a really long time, but I know your state doesn't get as cold as New York. You'll freeze."