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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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Jump in and Get Tangled Up (3)

Monday — December 17

Gael woke up at the sound of his phone's buzzing on the nightstand. He squinted as he checked the time. It was seven in the morning, and he had a few texts from his uncle. He carefully pulled his arm from under Angela's head and rolled to the side to read the messages.

[ Giovanni: I just landed. I'm heading over to your house. ]

[ Giovanni: I'm here. ]

[ Giovanni: Where the hell are you? ]

He cursed under his breath. Giovanni wasn't supposed to be here until days later.

[ Gael: Parklane Shores. ]

[ Giovanni: I'm at your house. We need to talk. ]

Exhaling a long sigh, Gael closed his eyes. Whatever they needed to talk about was always important.

Angela stirred as if she'd notice his tension. She turned to him and sleepily asked, "Who is it? Something important?"