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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 · Urbano
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Gael was the kind of man who would fit in the luxury lifestyle of Manhattanites, proven by his interior design taste of the apartment. Even his bathroom that's more masculine than neutral exuded elegance and manliness with marbled floors and walls—black floor and white and grey walls. But he was also the kind of man who was laid back and comfortable living in a brownstone in Brooklyn. And Angela liked both.

Half an hour after their bedroom rodeo, Gael drew a bath for them. He poured some of Angela's bath stuff that smelled of coconuts and her into the tub. Leaning against one end of the tub, he had her sit between his thighs and pulled her to him so that her back laid against his chest. Her hair was tied into a messy ball on top of her head, a few strands fell down the sides of her face. The two of them were relaxed as he gently massaged her shoulders.